Screaming Infidelities

Do*mes`ti*ca”tion\, n. [Cf. F. domestication.] The act of domesticating, or accustoming to home; the action of taming wild animals.

I don’t like the feeling of domesticatin. I hate the idea of staying home everyday and doing the same thing every effin’ day. I have a very very close look at it and I can say that I’ll never survive a domestic life.

Yeah, I know I’m the laid back person. I enjoy the calm Southern life as much as I enjoy the rush of the City but come on! You don’t really expect me to stay in the house forever.

Today is the most domesticated day of my life ever. I did the laundry, I cooked the meals, I washed the dishes. WOW. In the next 5-10 years of my life, I sure hope I won’t be doing this as my everyday routine.

I’m a career-oriented person. I see myself as a woman in white coat who goes to her clinic everyday, visits her friends every once in a while and travels with her dog on a road trip. (maybe with a boyfriend too)

(Edit: Or I could also be in the corporate world. But that’s another topic. I hate corporate slavery as much as I hate domestication..)

None of that involves domestic activities.

So please. PLEASE.

Hahaha.

I miss Manila.

Yeah, maybe I should stop looking for the right person.. maybe I should try looking for the reason to love. Hahaha. Cheese.

These cute little elves make sense. Sometimes you don’t have to look for someone. You just need to find the right reason to do what you have to do. Sometimes reason is what a person really need to get by.. not some random person labeled as the mr. right or the one or whatever you may call him.

Just something to ponder on.

Happy New Year!

I was browsing through my multiply when I read a blog from a friend about the world going crazy. I checked the link, and true enough, THE WORLD HAS GONE SICK AND CRAZY.

The story is about a family spending the day after Christmas at a golf club. Unfortunately, the Christmas spirit ended early for some people. They ganged up on the 56 year old father and his 14 year old son. They were helplessly beaten up despite the pleading of the kid. [accdg. to the daughter's blog]

Know who the culprits were? None other than the Mayor of Masiu, Lanao Del Sur Nasser Pangandaman, Jr and his body guards. His father, Nasser Pangandaman, the Secretary of the Department of Agrarian Reform was also there who did nothing but watch his son beat up an old man and a child.

How ironic. Pangandaman, Jr. was recently appointed as one of the members of the peace panel in Mindanao. Is this how you manifest and negotiate peace, Sir?

There really is a problem with our justice system that even people around us are afraid to get involved. I am enraged at how the people from the golf club resisted from helping the poor family to get the names of the people who beat them up. I mean, c’mon. Yes they are people with power because people are makingthem as such. They can only do so much with their money but when people unite to achieve the justive that they deserve, they’ll be nothing.

If you see someone being mauled in front of you, what will you do? Will you just stand there and watcch? Will you cheer for the bigger guy so that he will not take it out on you? Will you risk yourself and stand in the middle of the fight, and fight the other guys back? Or will you try to stop them, give unbiased judgments when asked for testimonies and tell everything you know about the incident?

Will you do something about it or will you just keep your mouth shut and forever hold your peace?

Empower the powerless not those who are already abusing their powers.

I have a draft post about my Christmas experience. But I don’t know if I’m publishing it. Haha. Lame.

My sister and I went to Ate Eve’s place at Tanah Merah Crest. We played tennis and relaxed at the Spa Pool. I’ve only been with Ate Eve for a short period of time but I will surely miss her.  Too bad I’ll be gone when she gets back from Dubai. =(

On other news:
Only a few more days before 2009. I wonder how things will go for 2009. Haha.

I want to evaluate my 2008, but I feel doubtful about it. I know I’ll be biased.. I know I’ll keep a lot of things about this year. I hate it. I hate it that I can’t even talk about myself.

GRAAAAAAR. That’s my 2008 in one word. Haha. Or if you can think of any other word worse than that.. that’s it.

I can’t think of anything sane to write about. Sigh.

I really hate people who lurk around so much. You know.. when you’re doing something kind of private.. or too inspirational.. and somebody’s all nosy behind your back, isn’t that irritating?

Argh. I am not an angsty teenager. I’d like to think that I’m done with that stage. But sometimes, they are just too much. I mean, c’mon! Yeah, I sure do would like to hang out with you but we are just way too different. I love silence and you guys just can’t live a day without shouting. I value privacy while you guys like lurking and getting your hands into somebody else’s business. Of course I love you but sometimes, I just hate what you do. You know?

ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH. COME ON! GIVE ME A  BREAK.

I’ve locked myself up for the past 4 days, literally. I go out the room every now and then but I don’t go out of the house. Maybe it’s the lack of inspiration, or lack of drive to get up. I am a lazy person, but I didn’t know it would go this far. Haha. But seriously speaking, I intentionally lock myself in because I wanted to do something. Something that I wouldn’t be able to do if I’m out and away from this teeny little laptop.

I want to write.

Not just some blog post that I usually do, something more serious and deep. A story, a novel, a poem… just something that would inspire me. Yes, I am over driven to write. But I haven’t written anything sensible yet. I have now 5 introductions for my story. All from different perspectives. It’s hard to conceptualize and to continue from one story to another. I linger over one phase and I find it hard to move on.

Actually, I linger on the things that made it hard for me to move on in real life. Heartaches, broken friendships, disappointments, failures… Sometimes I linger on the happy events that had happened too. I don’t know how to finish it. It’s always easy to start, but ending it is never too easy.

Hmm, maybe I should start writing about something impersonal.

Yeah I’ll do that. For now, I have to stay driven.

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On other news:

My mom is having an operation tomorrow. Finally. I really do hope things go well with her operation. I am afraid, nervous, anxious, about her operation.

My mom has cataract. Tomorrow, they will be removing her cataract through laser surgery. Painless as they say it, eyes are very sensitive. I don’t want her to lose the pleasure of seeing the beautiful things in this world. I want her to clearly see everything. I want her to see me when I march on my graduation day. I want her to see me wear a white coat in my own clinic. I want her to see me and my sisters as we all gather together for our family reunion someday. I am panicking, yes.

The internet has been by far the worst yet most convenient innovation humankind has ever come up with. Internet makes life a lot more easier. Transactions, communication, research, name it.. the internet got it.

The bad thing about internet though is that it defeats the purpose of socializing. Here you don’t see the reaction on the person’s face when you tell them how much you love them, or how fugly their hair looks like. You’re not even sure if the person you’re chatting with is the person you’re really looking for.

The internet is a big medium of fraudulence and deceit.

The internet has become the medium of disgraceful bashing and disrespect to other people.

Internet journalism is not a bad thing. It gives one an opportunity, a chance, to practice his or her right for freedom of speech. But there’s also this thing called abuse of rights. Sometimes, a person goes overboard leading him or her to step on another person’s rights.

In the internet, people talk about other people freely.. because the person they’re talking about doesn’t know and will never know whoever is talking about them. Words are easily coated with malice and people’s minds are already crooked as they are. The twisted motives of people who doesn’t know any better but to badmouth other people does nothing but spoil the could have been advantage of our dear internet— that is, to be a medium of better communication and global understanding.

i am saying these things because I love the internet. I am so grateful of how it helped me cope with almost all my needs, for communication, transaction, research, and personal stuff.  I am saying these things as one of the many internet journalists who appreciate the worth of the technology. I am saying these things because I am proud to say that I am decent enough to put my name on this blog and let the people know what I think.

I am saying these things because as a citizen of this democratic country, I have the right to express what I feel and think about the things that’s been happening around me.

That’s the topic assigned to our group for our BS 199.1 Class (Qualitative Research). It’s actually a good thing, for me, since I’m thinking of doing something about youth, and sexuality, for my thesis. However, the method that was assigned to us was kinda toxic. We’re doing KII or Key Informant Interview, sounds simple right? But not really.

Right now, we still haven’t finalized anything about our topic. What about youth sexuality? Well, maybe we could go on youth homosexuality, or youth knowledge about sexuality, yada yada. Then we have to narrow it down, what about homosexuality? what about youth knowledge on sexuality? perhaps the prevalence and/or activity on the former, and the extent or lack thereof of the latter. Sigh.

Then we have to look for contact persons from the government, gender office, lgbt reps9f we’re going to do homosexuality), DSWD, youth sector representative, schools, students, etc.etc.

Whew! 1 subject and I’m all stressed out.

First day of class, seond semester.. Anthro 145 class (Sir Estacio).
We had a couple of guest instructors applying for a post in the Department of Behavioral Sciences. One of them discussed Positive Psychology as one of the booming branch of Western Psychology, ergo, Modern Psychology.

In Positive Psychology, it states that there’s always a positive side on things, a better outlook, etc. or, something like that. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about Positive Psychology for the past few days. It’s actually a good perspective if you want to get out of your miseries. Really, positive psychology is like the cure to clinical depression. They just go together so well. Clinically depressed?? -> it’s all in the mind! Think positive. POSITIVE PSYCHOLOGY. hahahaha.

But it’s not working.  Ot it seems like it’s not. OHWELL. TRY HARDER.

I shall update my wordpress tomorrow. Hmmm. Not a good night. tsktsk

Lets all do some good this Christmas and spread the love!

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