Showing posts with label improving-interaction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label improving-interaction. Show all posts

Partaking Public Perspiration

I am still aligning my sleep-wake cycle to my Rehabilitative Medicine rotation this March. The 24+8+8 hour 3-day routine was replaced by weekday office hour duties, stripping my receptions to Earth alive and resuscitating my long arrested civil opinion. I am not implicating here that my hospital job is a contraindication to having a personal life as it is my choice to deal with them separately.

I perceive the conventional Filipino to be extra disapproving. This trend which rooted from sporadic post-war stress disorder, grew into epidemic
depression-after-oppression and fruited to this pandemic attention deficit where every mind feigning reliability crave for more daylight exposure around EDSA, more seconds in the broadcast and more square centimeter in the newsprints. They gooseneck placards, burn effigies, fire words of sense and none, to the government which they have forgotten they are also part of. They have forgotten that the Republic of the Philippines is a nation supposedly by the Filipino people and that they have to take part perspiring some of its oils which is not all about swarming like bees from a harassed hive and jamming traffic down main streets. Democratic minds in evolution - if this post will be understood wrongly, this must be the explanation.

I will skip those who chipped in rallies to support personal finances and lay down this paragraph for those who went along for national cause. The truth is we loved to be spoon-fed by the government, which we consider our parent, and do public tantrums if our desires are not fulfilled. Because we did not receive outright reassurance, we felt being betrayed, thus added more pascals to the pressure the government has been parrying or padding itself. We edgely contributed to the paralysis of civic mobility. Aren't we guilty? No, of course! We are blissful of our rebellion. “We have been there, we have done that, and it's fun!” we sing to ourselves and publicly announce that we “concerned” citizens have done our part in “correcting” the erroneous government, as if we previously corrected the errors among us.

Here are versions of problems where somehow we People of the Philippines share faults with the officials of the government:

Case 1: Food shortage
Officials' share: The
Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Program (created during Aquino era) – the fractioning of land to the low-funded, less agriculture and management trained, family-first-oriented soil toilers upshot to national food shortage and reliance on Thai and Vietnamese rice.
Public's share: We did not plan our family size. Pro life is not being just concerned by the living and what the living will eat now but what the living will eat in the coming years. Besides, those who were entitled of land grants sold them to subdivision realties and kept on rallying down Mendiola to get more share with the thought of free profit by selling it to awaiting factory builders. And those who left it tilled wasted great amounts of land and rice over experiments on fertilizers and insecticides, neglecting additional assaults to the environment to which our agricultural produce is dependent of. Where is our social sense of right and wrong? Our concern to what amount of rice will be left to feed the future? We only appeal to appease our churning stomachs, and worry less of other churning stomachs in some points in the Philippines, at some points of time.

Case 2: Corruption
Officials' share: The
Devolution (enacted during Ramos era) – the passing on of authorities to local leaders sponsoring the padrino system or modern day feudalism. Each applying public employee must be of the same political party of the governor or mayor. Each local venture must cut some percent of its low budget for the officials and must scream the lines: “This blah blah was completed through the efforts of Mayor Blah Blah...” Each huge affair must be permitted by local heads or left ineffective. Each public sponsorship such as social service aid for indigent hospital patients must bear the name of the congressman involved.
Public's share: We pampered these politicians by voting them, by picking them as Ninongs and Ninangs to our weddings, by tagging with their rallies or even campaigning for them. And finally kept eyes shut from their faults out of “
utang
na loob
” or debt of gratitude. In so doing, we became the padrinos of the
padrino system in our locality.

Case 3: Low Standard of Education
Officials' share: The low teacher: student ratio, the shortage of school infrastructures, books and equipments, the low standard of teaching as projected by almost useless graduates is perennial in other areas in the Philippines. All attributed to the high cut off in education budget by higher officials and the devalued accreditation.
Public's share: Though Filipinos culturally are concerned of their young finishing their schooling, only a few are concerned what their children have actually learned from school. Basically, education of the young is in part a parental concern. Not all parents peeked through the mental works of their children. All their concern is to see the cross the stage in wearing black toga, holding a diploma and sending them money back for their “now finished parenting.”

Case 4: Frailing Health Programs
Officials' share:
There are still people who have not seen a doctor for life and dwells in areas far from the already called Rural Health Units. The government can not also raise descent salaries to draw back abroad going doctors and nurses due to lack of public funds, which can be attributed to low income tax which can not be raised due to meager individual income. For me the amount from Philhealth program is good enough based on the government's financial status.
Public's share: Please don't misquote me but human health is more dependent on heredity and individual discipline than public policies. We can not blame heredity. We just have to practice discipline. He who kept his fever for weeks, his flu for months or his cough for years without medical consult will less likely get immediate resolution. A lot of patient were brought to the ER were at the terminal stages of their illness. And most of them have diseases related to their chronic smoking and heavy alcohol drinking.

Case 5: Unhomely Public Housing
Official's share:
They government was only the end of blame for their self-made homelessness of these aspiring city dwellers and so the poor parent responded by creating housing projects and relocation sites. These were often build in rush with inconvenient facilities and set far from urban sprawl thus have a common side effect of driving these squatters away from their source of livelihood.
Public's share: Everyone clamored for a roof above his head but not all tried to find his own way to have it. Who told them to live the roof they were born and grew in? Who told them to settle to urban areas and build bamboo stilts over river banks and shorelines or assemble pieces of paper, wood and metal along railways, over dumpsites or under the bridge? And now they clamor for a descent roof.


We, the Filipino People who forms the Republic of the Philippines are part of its illness had to partake in its rehabilitation for national cause and not just nonsensically assemble down the main streets with self-importance in mind.

Reaction please.

Weeding Wandering Wordiness

I don't talk a lot, though I soulfully understand that talk deals, talk feels, talk gears and talk heals. But lately, with some few word outs I have done, I was reminded that talk also jails and talks could kill.

There was a group of sophomore medical students sent to the hospital one night to observe clinical procedures done during a normal delivery. While waiting for a patient to arrive (or not to arrive), I toured them around the wards, the labor and delivery rooms and gave them a “welcome-to-the-hospital introduction” including brief patient care, basic ward routine, and chart rounds. As a big brother in medical field I also left them some tips on how to apply the three-year theoretical knowledge in the actual clinics. The sharing of my personal experiences to others is always a learning process on my part as it reminds me of my own errors. That group's 12-hour obstetric exposure, however, ended without a single delivery. Not even a patient to labor watch about. Quite rare in the department which on the average have 3 to 9 deliveries each night.

That unlucky joke of time resulted to my name and my words which were just popping out that night being lollied, tongue volleyed like a candy, crunched to bits, swallowed and digested down to the sophomore medical students' exposure report paper. My colleague who was able to read those feedbacks called my attention. He laughed pronouncing it loud. I felt so ashamed and on the brink of finding a suturing set to hand tie my lips. What have I done? There was really nothing in the papers that can jail or kill me since I also did not spread a 10th degree gossip but an unslanderous personally experienced hospital life. But the idea that every sense and nonsense words I sent out were absorbed by my younger sibs in the med field who are still in the earlier levels of opinion evolution kills me. They won't forget those nonsense words. And I won't too.

Despite I don't talk a lot, even I am not into gossips, though I keep on minimizing information miscommunication, simply because I talk I am vowing to weed my words out. Talking words or too powerful. Let us weed our wandering wordiness because talks could kill.

On Memes and Viral Linkng

I have less affinity for memes as they were invented to recourse one's Technorati and Page Ranks. But noticing how viral the friendship (personal and netwise) between bloggers who tag each other, memes are of good interpersonal use after all. So I accepted this tagging of me of an Alphabet Meme which was started by Michael.

———COPY FROM HERE———-
Rule #1
Copy all the links below (make sure its alphabetized) and replace a single link under the appropriate alphabet. If your domain name, or even the title of your blog, starts with an ” A,” you’d replace the link under that alphabet and put the replaced link at the bottom. Also, don’t forget to credit the tagger.
angelika1972.blogspot.com
bloggingcents.com
caffeine-overload.com
delusionsofgrandeur.com
enjoyingtheride-jenn.blogspot.com
forumfinder.net
gotic-peach.net
hulag.blogspot.com
ipentimento.com
juliesjournal.com
kabalyero.com
ladybanana.co.uk
michaelpark.net
notjustmama.net
originalmx5.net
patrickdevivo.com
qweddings.com
rantingsofawoman.blogspot.com
sianikatts-gower.blogspot.com
tiffanyaller.blogspot.com
utada-online.net
valmg.com
wickedbabylon.com
xaviermedia.com
yimto.com
zbudapest.com
Replaced link: happykeg.com
Previous tagger: angelika1972.blogspot.com

Rule #2
You now have to “tag” at least five people and encourage them to participate so that this thing spreads like a virus. Remember, though, that not everyone’s into these kinds of things, so don’t be upset if they don’t participate. Just simply replace your tag. Remember to tag blogs only and no pornographic ones as we do want to keep the integrity as a blogging community. TIP: Tag your frequent EntreCard droppers via its messaging system. As for me, I will tag the following:

ahkong.net
bluestemwine.blogspot.com
cromely.blogspot.com
ez-money-online.com
getburied.com
glitchline.com
impnerd.com
internetdreamer.co.uk
jammedph.com
jeancosta.com
joanjoyce.com
lesbecker.com/LesBlog/
sitehoppin.com/blog
thoughtsfromdownunder.com
turnipofpower.com

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Into the Liquid Frontier


I footed over sugar washed shores silked-lined by glassy water groved around by coconut palms and limestone cliffs.That in truth is wrapped in the bottle of my dreams as my working schedule disallows me to. But for sure I am not alone in this dream as everybody longs for the kind of soothing and healing waterforms could provide. By popular choice the beach is the most sought after waterformform as it gives divergent escape and hope of something new to the bored and tired overland bodies. The beaches for me reminds us that there is more to life than being landlocked, specifically there are other nouns beyond what you usually sensed which you can get acquainted with, specifically there are more people to reach about than whom you already know. Just start pulling yourself from submerging in land living and swim through the sand towards areas pass your social horizon. Swim freely... and learn to interact.
On this 26th birthday of mine I finger-walked by the beach front of improving interaction. I met the following 26 bloggers with unique suggestions on interacting with your self, family, friends, strangers, fellow bloggers, or readers:

Chandulal
Rouel
Mary Kearns
Noemi Dado
Victor Villanueva
Melissa
Lone
Jim and Emma
Lydia Mattison
Andy
Gary Wood
Bud Bilanich
AskaX
Alexandra
Laibeus Lord
Makimaki
Stephen Seckler
Mark Vernon
Carly Young
CyberCelt
Stefan Tobaben
Bes Zain
Brown Baron
Darren Rowse
Brad Dolley

Enjoy reading!!!

Who...



One does not live alone, one's work affects another.


There are many types of “who” we used in our everyday conversations with ourselves and with others. Be careful in using this who as they form personalities of their own. Below is a list of those I'm so familiar of.

Who is ...
The game-show-contestant's who. A type of who which if followed by a correct answer advances one to the height of pride as it marks the range of his adventures in knowledge hunting beyond answering the “Who is your father?” question. The range includes facts like who is the first person to walk on the moon, fiction like who is Harry Potter's best friend, gossips like who is your playboy neighbor's current victim, and wild guesses like who is the president of Antarctica. Imagine the pride of answering these questions. But imagine also the effect it might bring especially if it is a gossip.

Who am ...
The I-factor's who. A rustic expression of introverted confusion, rather amicable to those with a built-in identity crisis. This type is good if taken lightly as it forms part of managing measurements but pushes one down to nothingness if kept being dug from personal to scientific, philosophical and even spiritual realms. So I had discussed it that lightly to avoid culturing confusion. Done.

Who will...
The non-involve's who. This is the who which wishes everyone else to do the job but automatically exempts himself. The sad fact about this who is its mostly heard from parasites who just wait for others to do group assignments and share with them the gains. Occasionally this is a type of who individuals are also supported by martyrs who has a philosophy “If I won't do it, who will?” and they form a parasite-host relationship. Who likes parasites? Re-phrase... who likes hookworms in their intestines? Yuck!

Who cares...
The bully's who. An aggressive who against the unkindness of others probably for freak show, fun or profit. But listen, the one who uses this is unknowingly bitten back by his self-made question. By asking it, doesn't he sound unkind too? Ear shot to the bullies! Enough, as I might become one if I discuss more on this.

Who done...
The blamer's who. The pointing finger type of who towards people whom the speaker thought have done a crime-like action. Very familiar to crime novel fans (whodunit). An example is: Who made the prices of the basic commodity rise again? The vendors will point to the unreasonable transport fare. The drivers will point to the Pinoy Gas Brothers who has been monopolizing the Philippine oil economy or the whole economy in the past two decades. But the Gas Brothers will again point to the crude oil price hike in the Middle East due to the US-Iraq forever-until-US-gets-all-the-oil tension. Before the US will blame China for sucking much of the world's oil due to its extra large population, I will stop this cycle of blame. I don't know China, I don't know US, I don't know Shell, Petron or Caltex, so I am not also sure if the sentences above are true but they have crowded the news ever since I started to read newspaper and watch TV. And I don't like the cycle of pointing fingers as they end up pointless. I am guilty of using this occasionally, with remorse of course.

Who else...
The nice guy's who. The who which at its best is followed by “.... are out there?” Here's a story about "who else" I like to share.

I am facing a crowd of people and monsters. I noticed an angry-looking young boy with short brown hair in a wizard costume casting ice and lightning spells alternately against a running red tree trunk. He kept on dying and resurrecting back to where he started, and runs again to where he had been casting spells and dies again. He wondered how not to get killed. He noticed the rest of the crowd. They fight in groups of twos or threes against monsters and they don't die that soon. He realizes that the groups have the usual combination of powerful spells casting yet physically weak mages and non-combatant yet high vitality, self healing acolytes. They shared energy, they leveled-up together. It was fun to look at their happy emoticons popping out after they killed monsters larger than just a running red tree trunk. That boy just knew the wisest thing to do then.

I tell you that this story is true, and that the crowd of people and monsters with a lonesome boy is what exactly I saw, and that brown-haired boy was my Ragnarok character I am facing through the desktop screen. In real life despite how many times I leveled-up, I remained a novice in life, simply because I seldom try to participate as part of a group, I either leave my groups or work as in one-man group. How could that be a group, Oh, forget word play. How could be working alone be satisfying? Anyway its only after playing Ragnarok, what a shame at age of 20+, that I have realize the need to share energies. I like who else as in “who else are out there,” weather it means “who else can help us” or “who else can we benefit” or “who else are affected by what we are doing,” it is a sign that we recognize the presence of other people.

What type of who person are you? Be careful with the “who personality” evolving in you. Remember, you are not living alone, and that your work and worth affects another.

This post is first of a 7-part ellipsis series.