wow…

earlier we had a soccer practice at the admin field with Coach Erwin, janver,bilbz and me. We’ve done numerous (by this it would suggest it hurts kinda thing haha) headings/headers. It was really painful to the forehead and pimp sprouts…ewwwness.

anyway before that I woke up at 4 am and I sort of fell back to sleep. Then I had a dream

It was in the CSM like hallways. I was the first to take the test. Inside a room there was a counter where a lady stood, she gave me a piece of paper. Yup it was unreadable then all of a sudden images flashed before my very eyes. I was shrieking  to no end. just then it ended.

When it was my other batchmate’s turn, we were asked to go outside.

Three of the others went to explore the other rooms. They had the intention of qwatching what was happening inside the room we left. Just then, there inside the room they went to, there were three beds and also a tv. They were so curious that they turned the television on. and they were very happy to see that it was a video stream of what was happening inside the room we left. Then the videochanged: it was featuring the room itself but now witth three demons on the bed. It was horrifying

whew..looks like i’ve had tough months-no blogging and no social life-and what’s hurting is that my thesis sucks.i don’t like how things are going and i don’t mind changing direction now. i think i don’t have enough time to do the things i want to. i want to read books and digest the stories slowly but i don’t have leisure time to do so. there are a lot of upcoming exams and events and i don’t kn ow if i can still have a quiet time i so desire.

this is #1. i’m so overly stressed. hey my knee joints hurt. maybe i need to drink arthricin(–,)> it’s all because of soccer. it’s always on my mind especially now that i’m appointed captain. yeah, i love being captain and i love playing but what stops me are my knees. imagine me being old with my knees giving up on me. funny yeah. anyway, i can’t give up soccer now. i just need to push myself harder and harder until it becomes so hard my feet runs away from me.funny again yeah again.

this is #2. i am not taking things seriously. my face most of the time looks serious-whoa!no hitting below the belt man!-haha, but heed the fact that i’m not serious. i only appear serious yet i am blank, blank as the clear cloudless skies.how many skies there are?i don’t know except that when each looks up, one calls what is above sky, and so when we both look up, its skies.plural form yeah.

this is #3. hope this is the last one. no matter how negative or pessimist i sound, bear in mind that i’m never gonna give up. there ain’t no givin’ up on me honey, no matter what it takes or costs. haha..i’m as unstoppable as a beating heart and a rolling ball. i’m still playing and i’m gonna finish my thesis no matter what it takes and costs. a few pesosessss wont hurt.

good nyt april hope you don’t look too tired to make us think you’re getting along..haha..

The Dilemma of the Last Filipino is an essay written by Hilarion M. Henares, Jr. This interestingly touches on much deeper themes regarding nationalism (I am eager of making this review since I’ve noticed how most Philippine Literature sources are not found in the internet).

maybe many people should read more on their own contemporary writers. For once let us love our own and learn to appreciate it.

Yeah Yeah (9x)

OoOo its something about

Just something about the way she moves

I can’t figure it out

There’s something about her

OoOo its something about

Got a woman that want you but don’t need you

Eh can’t figure it out

There’s something about her

Cuz she walks like a boss, talks like a boss

Manicured nails and such a pedicured boss

She’s fly effortlessly

She moves like a boss do what a boss

Do she got me thinking about getting it boss

Its the kind of girl I need

(Chorus:)

She’s got her own thing

That’s why I love her

Miss Independent

Won’t you come and spend a little time

She’s got her own thing

That’s why I love her

Ms. Independent

OoOo the way you shine

Miss Independent

Yeah Yeah (10x)

OoOo there’s something about

Got a woman that can do it for herself

I look at er and it makes me proud

There’s something about her

Something oso sexy about

Got a woman that don’t even need my help

She said she got it, she got it no doubt

There’s something about her

And she work like a boss, play like a boss

Car and a crib se go to pay them both off

And her bills are payed on time.

She’s made for a boss, only a boss

Anything she telling them to get lost

That’s the girl thats on my mind

(Chorus)

Mmmm now everything you say don’t worry I got it

Mmmm and everything she got best believe she got it

Mmmm she gon’ steal my heart they know that about it

Girl you’re everything I need

Said you’re everything I need

(Chorus)

Miss Independent

That’s why I love her.

I’m currently poring over my India report..it’s so boring that I feel so sleepy. Maybe because I still have to get up and go to cafes just to make one. I have an aching foot, I don’t want to walk.

This is one of the most feared superstitions I’ve ever encountered. What wrong would it do if we believe in it? I really don’t know except that it purges fear in me like the effect that tragic plays do. According to one classmate, she dreamt of her tooth loosen, and then eventually off her mouth. It’s morbid isn’t it, if not grotesque? Its symbolism and significance bound into one horrifying semi-surrealistic message that is conveyed by the subconscious (did I just said that, sorry for the exaggerated high styled tone of my expression) in other words, what a sleeping experience! Geez, I was bewildered by mole superstitions before but now I felt estranged from this kind of superstitious level. She recounted having been told of biting a pillow as a counter spell and having done so felt relieved. Unfortunately, a friend of hers died and related that to her dream. I also had a similar experience. I quite remember dreaming about playing volleyball. The ball smacked my face with such great force that took my teeth off my palate (eww gross, pardon). Five of them, and waking up I bit on the wooden panel of my bed (eww gross, again? Pardon). That was a solution to the prophesized death to occur. Indeed, I felt traumatized (seemingly too intense a word to use) when I got the news that my tita’s family had a minor accident. The motorcycle which five of them mounted, suddenly lost control (this isn’t a habal-habal case, it’s because a family with my three cute little cousins rode with their mother and father). I was very happy to learn afterwards that they were safe. Another dream more than anything else was something like an experience of catharsis,… I was deeply troubled by it that I did postpone a trip back home to let that happenstance pass me by. I dreamt that all my teeth went lose. Jinkies! Double Jinkies! It was so disturbing. I remember groping individually separated tooth in the palm of my hand, and what was clear was the blood, which wasn’t actually dripping but was moist. I almost cried when I awoke. I was afraid that it meant to tell me that such number of deaths would happen. I prayed hard as hard as asking God to return me my life. I bit again wood. It was believed that biting on wood would prevent the bad omen to reality more than what biting into much softer things would do. Especially since wood retains the life it was given by the tree it has come from. This melodrama caused me postponement of my plans of going home. And afraid as I was by the notion that such number of deaths would likely happen in a bus ride, of course one that I would’ve be in as I am going home. I felt vulnerable after learning this superstition. Why then would I care if I dreamt of teeth loosening? I could’ve just shrugged that dream off my shoulders when only I knew none about it. It would’ve saved me from biting on things. But then it didn’t seem to matter whether the possibility that my teeth would rather loosen as I bit on wood, for I only wanted to feel safe and secured that none would die of an unreliable premonition that the wondrous yet mystifying subconscious calls to mind. I don’t want any of you to believe, I just want you to know that such problem troubles a modern woman (am I?) in our modern times.

I had nothing much to do so I kept on watching DVD’s in the whole duration of my stay. If you want horror and thrill packed in one movie here’s a good movie to see….

I bet you’d not one moment to miss as the revelations unfold…

Lately I’ve been having fun watching Asian Horror Movies. These are just some of the sure hit movies made specially wonderful because of the whole new experience learned after watching each.

“The Cello”- This is a story about jealousy. Two best friends, I’m sorry I forgot their names because they were foreign names, one excelled over the other and the other one envied for being second best. I didn’t realize the twist at first, that made me so thrilled that I wanted to keep the film run faster. I almost cheated when I forwarded the scenes.Well, here goes, I thought that the one who lived was haunted by the envious friend turned ghost.. This ghost was after all the victim of her friend’s jealousy. I remembered feeling the emotion in this line: “I believe that friends are happy for what success the other gets.” In the accident that almost took their lives, she who was envy let go of her friend’s hand. Her friend fell into the rocks by the cliff. It’s such a sad friendship story and it all ended tragically for the one lived in guilt and was gotten killed also by vengeance. They were both good cello players but they did not blend in music and friendship. I hope that that never happens to anyone again.

I don’t have enough time, guess, I’d do another next time. Thanks.

wow.

I’m somewhat speechless from the movie I had seen last Tuesday. Whew. If you’ve never had a hung with Will Smith’s appeal. This movie will surely create a halo (uh-oh yup I think that’ll do) on your head… What that halo symbolically represents the lesson that the movie would induce (again pardon the word) morale from people. It isn’t about the terrific supernatural effects rather it’s about the love that stumbles over the characters as if there was no plot commanding the outcome.

Right now I’m starting to think about filing my other blog with movie reviews. You really can’t review movies you haven’t seen. so me I’ll do my best to watch good movies then appreciate them through blogs…

Hancock rocks!!!

The skyscraper buildings seen on television are the towering empires of the new industry. Think of how men and machines work together to create these establishments. From a vacated place springs another establishment wherein sooner or later will be filled with people before and after its construction. Back to the times of the good old carpenter – the saw swinging its teeth, cutting through wood and the hammer beating down nails. To pulley the roof up where a fellow carpenter waves his hands.

These tedious processes further developed and learned through the science of architecture. Homes were the first sprouts of the efforts in this field of study. There was already the need to be sheltered.

The renovated People’s Park was now as colorful as my grandmother’s garden, where I used to remember seeing blooming flowers of different kinds. Many people walk about. I was strolling alone hoping that somehow I could escape the pressures of school work. I needed time alone that is. But there were many people there. It’s funny why I didn’t consider this all the while when the park’s name slapped it on my face. People, yes I remember Lara Bernadette C. Avila’s study. Then and there I thought I had gotten away.

What made her research interesting is that she weaved sentimentality with the technicality of her field of study. Her degree of Architecture- in precise measurements of construction and pricing of the materials to be used- her study introduced a fresher new ambience and solution for the unlikely modes of invasion of the elderly in Davao City.

Invasion. After a few minutes of walking, I decided to sit on a bench. I was in the center of the whole area of the park. Imagining the top view of the park, I saw ant-like figures moving about each other. They reminded me of the dots that were plotted on the grid that Avila made to illustrate the interpersonal distances of people. I closed my eyes for that moment hoped that it wouldn’t rain for there were people, I mean couples, hugged tight each other. Hands- they were everywhere: on necks, on waists, over shoulders and enclosed hands. There was some kind of invasion here, or so I thought.

In the research, Avila argued that there is a certain amount of distance maintained by each person in their interaction with other people. A personal “bubble” exists in each individual- that of which is like a “portable invisible territory.” She gave clear-cut differentiation of the terms personal space and territory from the book Environmental Psychology: Territories are relatively stationary areas often with visible boundaries that regulate who will interact. Territoriality is more of a group-based process; personal space, on the other hand, is on an individual-level process (Bell et. al). Avila’s subjects of study were the elderly in health care homes such as in the Co Su Gian Center for the Elderly, Sta. Clara Stepdown Care and Center for the Elderly Foundation, Inc. in Tugbok in the poblcaion area of Davao City. She delimited her study of the elderly whose ages range from 65 and above.

Interpersonal distances. I looked around me there were many people. Some sat on the other benches across me. There were others who were busy with there cellphones. A gang of boys, dressed in black shirts, were eyeing two passers-by. At that very moment, I wanted no one to sit beside me. I felt that my personal space expanded because these people were for me strangers.

It was the researcher Edward T. Hall who introduced proxemic theory. It is how humans unconsciously and consciously structures microspace- the distance between man in the conduct of daily transactions, the organization of space in his/her house and buildings, and ultimately the layout of his/her town.

Proxemic research is based on the concept of territoriality, a basic concept in the study on animal behavior which an organism naturally lays claim to an area and defends it against other members of the same or other species. ET Hall investigated man’s use of personal space in contrast with the fixed feature space and informal space. Fixed feature space is characterized by unmovable boundaries while semi-fixed feature space is defined by fixed boundaries such as furniture. Informal space is the most significant for an individual because it includes the four distances maintained in encounters with others. These distances as classified by ET Hall are the intimate, personal, social, and public distance. Several factors were considered in measuring the distances of people. Such includes degree of relationship, gender, age, and physical features of both environment and the person involved.

Avila’s research aimed to measure the interpersonal distances of the elderly and to know the effects of such factors in their interpersonal distances. Avila noted how in the Philippines much of the concern was on medications for curing diseases and little attention was given to the psychological needs of the elderly. In the healthcare homes, Avila gathered data and reconciled it with her project proposals. Her facility models were those which allowed comfort for the elderly. All her efforts underlie intentions for the well-being of the elderly. Her research about interpersonal distances of the elderly can increase amount of physical comfort, improve communication among the community, and increase group productivity and effectiveness. Her research will be used as reference in designing elderly facilities in regions with similar cases.

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