overshare

in the midst of tons of readings on relevant social issues, i just thought i'd stop and share this:

"....U.P. Manila is called upon to produce outstanding graduates who do not just heal physical illness and pain, but who can contribute constructively in healing the social cancer in our midst..."-- Prof. Roland Simbulan, M.P.A.

hear, hear.

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before the long weekend began, i had my weekend mapped out. and then my family planned a lunchdate, a trip to the mall, and i did bum around (just had to mention that) a lot. so now it's monday. i haven't done a single thing that i planned on doing and i feel guilty as hell. i need to punish myself. like eat the whole carton of Toblerone chocolate and feel more guilty later. or stop taking medication for my migraine so i could feel groggy until the wee hours of the morning. but who am i kidding? i'm the one who's going to lose if i did this to myself. i haven't done anything the whole weekend and if i continue to punish myself, i won't accomplish anything at all.

what a sad, sad life.

words that are synonymous to "gail":
pathetic. lazy. psychopath. agitated. migraine girl.

i remember watching Girl, Interrupted and then thinking how convenient it is to be confined to a mental institution. why do they (those who are confined there) want to get out of that place when it's their chance to shut off themselves from the world? and being with fellow psychotics or those who were labeled as such is a good thing-- you can be as crazy, pathetic, and depressed as you want to be. you won't be judged as much as you could be in the outside world. plus, they give out medication legally not that i take drugs, just to clear that out.

it's nonconformity at its finest.

i've never been clinically depressed nor have i been close to being dangerously depressed. but my fascination for the brain and the psychotics made me this way. i don't see psychotics or mental institutions as something to dread-- unless it's a scary big old hospital with psychotics who have the tendency to kill like the one in Halle Berry's movie.

maybe it's time to mention that i should have taken up BS Psychology at DSLU. then again, who am i kidding? i hate math and statistics. the statistics part, i think it's given because there are a lot of numbers there.

the closest thing to satisfy my psychology/self-help/non-fiction enthusiasm for these things is watching movies like Girl, Interrupted, that movie on Sylvia Plath entitled Sylvia, Prozac Nation, reading books like The Bell Jar, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, Virgin Suicides, Elizabeth Wurtzels's The Secret of Life, She's Come Undone and Veronica Decides to Die. I am yet to get One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

anymore suggestions? :)