Sunday, November 25, 2007

The Moon Shines It's Brightest In the Dark

There is a point in one’s life where you just get tired of living. There is no specific reason why you just want to cease existing. There is no antagonist that makes your life miserable and no problem that will cause a colossal impact on one’s life; you just simply get tired of it all… bored even. You feel as if your soul has left your body and all that is left is a hollow shell that continues this pitiful charade of what we call life. It’s like you suddenly have a bad case of anhedonia or the loss of the ability to experience pleasure in things that would normally make an ordinary person ecstatic.

It is in these times that I feel so spiritually drained that I seek for something out of the ordinary, something greater than me, something that will cause a major change in my life like an awakening… maybe even like God. I want to be inspired, to be motivated, to stop being idle and just watch my life slowly slip away.

I want to be reborn into someone that is spiritual and is free of human sin that stains my soul. I want to be purified and live as someone who is enlightened and who sees through what is essential in life.

It is in these dry spells that I love to go into my own private place and watch the moon shine in its finest glory. You just have the way the moon illuminates the darkness with a mysterious glow. It’s cold at night but somehow you feel warm and safe. I just want to watch the moon for eternity and forever be at peace.

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Resurrection of Nanette!


At last! My friend Nanette has risen from the dead and had finally shown her face to us. Nothing has really changed in her since the last day that we saw her. It was really fun to be with her and tease her again. It's a shame that I wasn't able to take a picture of that special occasion.

Anyway, contrary to people's belief she didn't disappear because she was hiding her newborn baby or something. It's because of a more simpler reason, a reason which of course I am bound not to tell you. But it's definitely not in the line of scandal or what so ever.

We hope that we could all get together tonight and have a reunion dinner. I'm hoping that the others won't be a kill-joy or a party-pooper like me. Lol! But hey! I'm organizing this thing so they should come.


Thursday, November 8, 2007

Psychiatric Affiliation: The Davao Adventure


Who would have guessed that Davao would actually be fun... Yes it was fun but you couldn't over-shadow the 12 days of sleepless nights, brain-melting requirements, bloody case presentations, and the 5 days of being with naked crazy people.

So, let me begin my adventure with the picture of my bags for Davao...
They may look heavy but they actually aren't. So on October 20, 2007 I woke up AT 1:00 am (I actually didn't sleep well because of my anxiety...) and prepared took a bath then went to Dunkin Donuts by 3:00 AM for some breakfast and coffee. The bus came at around 4:00 AM, I was already waiting there but the bus drivers didn't let us board yet so I waited again for 5 am until finally we were able to board the bus.

I never did realize how enjoyable it is to ride a bus. It was like adrenaline was rushing all over my body. I was like a young boy who was getting to ride a bike for the first time. I really enjoyed looking at the people passing by and I was even tempted to wave at them but held back for the sake of my sanity.

Upon reaching Davao we were already oriented upon the tings we ad to do, after a hearty meal of course. Food is one of the greatest joys in Davao people. We did so many things before we could actually go on duty at Davao Mental Hospital. We had to undergo a drug test were someone will look at you pee trough a one way mirror (ewe!) and then had our hospital orientation and tour. We first had our first encounter with some nursing school from Kidapawan and we were so surprised how prepared they were. Imagine, bringing a CD for dancing at the orientation for an intermission number. But we looked better than them hehehe (connection?). Davao Medical Center was the largest hospital that I have ever been in in my entire life with the best facilities and equipments. I was truly amazed.

The mental hospital was only scary at first. Imagine seeing naked people and stinky wards... disgusting. And there was tis one crazy person chained to the wall who actually pulled my sleeves, good thing I reacted and ran away leaving only and prints on my sleeve (wonder what she was touching ewe!). The rest then became a routine. We tell them to was up, bring them to the activity area, take vital signs, interact, then bring them back to their cells.

Everyday would have been fun if only we didn't had tons of written requirements and those 9:00pm emergency meetings... geez people let me sleep! (hehehe, lazy bum).

But at least I was able to go to the malls there like Gaisano and SM. We even got the chance to go to this beautiful nature park called Eden. I especially loved the jungle swings thingy. The buffet would have been nice too if only they didn't ran out of peach float (how sad).

It was quite sad that I wasn't able to visit Ateneo de Davao but someday I'll get to go there hehehe.

That's all. A lot more happened really but you people might get bored hehehe.

If you really want to know what happened more, just check my pictures at:
http://vincentb88.multiply.com/photos/album/13/Davao_Psychiatric_Affiliation

Oh yeah, we failed our case presentation... I wonder if anyone actually passed case presentations?

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

To Zack

Hey Zack sorry that I had to delete your post in my chatbox. I removed it because of the following reasons:
  1. It's very offensive.
  2. It had bad grammar.
  3. Duh?!
You asked me if I understood Spanish? Si SeƱor, I can understand some Spanish because if you knew some of your own country's history we were actually colonized by your ancestors for 300 years so the Filipino people would have acquired some of that culture right (basing on Socio-Anthropology, do you know what this is Zack?).

Now, let me ask you... Do you know how to speak Tagalog and Cebuano? Because I do. I know 3 languages proficiently and I don't have the interest in learning Spanish because of the following reasons:
  1. I'm not Spanish
  2. I don't need to learn Spanish
  3. I don't want to learn Spanish
  4. I'd rather learn Japanese or Korean than Spanish
  5. English is the language used by the International Community
And to prove that I can speak in 3 languages here are some lines:
  • Tagalog: Ang mukha mo ay kahawig nang aking puwet
  • Cebuano: Ang imong nawong k murag lubot nako.
  • English: You're so Funny... (hahaha)

Monday, October 15, 2007

Intellectual Masturbation


Intellectual Masturbation Rubs Me The Wrong Way

Intellectual masturbation is a big problem on campus. Every class I go to, there’s one or two people with no shame. They don’t hesitate doing it in front of everybody who is there trying to learn. The time has come to take a long, hard look at intellectual masturbation and examine how it affects our campus.

Intellectual masturbation can be defined as: 1. The act of satisfying one’s ego through statements intended only to show off one’s intelligence. 2. Acting like a know-it-all jerk that no one likes to listen to and everyone wishes would just shut up.

The most common form of intellectual masturbation comes in class discussion. Students will be exchanging ideas on a topic. Most listen and respond to what others say. It seems that real academic dialogue is taking place. Then, without warning, the intellectual masturbator intrudes with a five-minute rant on something remotely related to the topic. He will bring in outside reading that has little to do with the subject area and certainly didn’t appear anywhere on the course syllabus. The other students will sit in pain and watch as the student continues for what seems like hours. When the act of self-satisfaction is finished, the class is incapacitated, and the professor struggles to connect what was said back to the class discussion. Sometimes the professor succeeds in retaining the class’s focus, but more often than not, the class discussion never reaches the same level it had been before someone decided to turn it into an ego-stroking session.

The truly talented intellectual masturbator doesn’t need a class discussion to satisfy his urges. Even in a large lecture class, he will find a way to show everyone else in the class how smart he is. The most common technique is what I like to call the “Trojan Horse.” It works like this:

Professor: “Does anyone have any questions about this, anything they need cleared up? Yes Mr. Jones, you have a question.”

Student: “I’ve always thought that … [five minute dissertation entitled ‘Look at me, I’m smart.] … would you agree?”

I’m sure we’re all familiar with this technique from freshman year. It appears to be very popular with the more experienced practitioners, as it requires a higher level of skill and carries more risk. Yet at the same time, it seems to be much more pleasurable for the student, most likely because he has a much larger audience. Intellectual masturbation is inherently exhibitionist in nature.

This brings us to the third common type of intellectual masturbation. It requires by far the most hubris, presents the greatest danger and clearly provides the optimum level of pleasure for those who do it. It is a close cousin of the “Trojan Horse” technique but occurs on a much grander scale. I speak of the “Prove to the famous person that they’re wrong and you’re smarter than they are” technique. As its name implies, this technique requires the presence of someone famous, and at Georgetown that means it can only be done during the question and answer session that follows a speech by a major figure.

After the speaker is finished, the student will be one of the first in line at the microphone. When his turn comes, he will indeed ask a question. However, the question will approach 10 minutes in length, include every possible counter-argument to the speaker’s position and usually be quite rude and unoriginal. Yet, when the student is finished asking the question, self-satisfaction flows over him as he basks in the warmth of his own genius.

What makes this form of intellectual masturbation the most painful to witness is not so much the audacity or arrogance of it but its inherent futility. Just what does the student expect to accomplish?

Student: “ … [After eight-minute presentation of every imaginable pro-choice argument] … So how can you possibly be pro-life Mr. Keyes?”

Alan Keyes: “My God, you’re right! The fetus is not a human person! And to think I’ve spent the last 16 years of my life working to take away a woman’s right to choose. I should be ashamed. Thank you, sir, for enlightening me.”

It’s like trying to persuade the Dalai Lama that he should start a violent Tibetan resistance movement. Did students really think that Larry Flynt would stop publishing Hustler because they showed him how pornography objectifies women? Did they expect Charlton Heston to hold a press conference the day after speaking at Georgetown to announce the NRA was now backing handgun control?

I don’t mean to be so judgmental about intellectual masturbation. I respect your right to tell yourself how smart you are. I don’t honestly care if you stand in front of your mirror late at night and contrast Plato’s Republic to the liberalism of J.S. Mill. I just don’t want to watch.

Quietly Making Noise appears regularly in The Hoya.