Never See a Lovely Three

The bipolarity of everything is a rule of current human perception. Katy Perry unlocked the open secret of the universe with her song, “Hot and Cold.” I’m not even sure if placing that comma is grammatically correct. At this moment in time, the search for authentic fundamental tripolarity, is my fuel in life.

All concepts from science and art (based on fields I touched) can be broken down to interactions between points from a line segment with two definite endpoints. Even the RGB color model, when broken down, is still a combination of three segments: white to red, white to green, white to blue.

So I wonder, is this the next step of human evolution? How could we achieve it? Does it have something to do with religion or the general belief of heaven and hell, reward and punishment? Do we have to be very smart or something deep inside, within the DNA, or maybe the tiny quarks need to change? Does it mean that this is just imaginary for us because we have to have different laws of the universe for trisexuality to exist? Even thinking about this ends in terrible two’s of yes and no. Are we just doomed in a binary existence?

If you get inspired to write a sci-fi piece, ending with a hive mind creating a new universe with trinary as the basic principle and of course elaborating ir, please acknowledge me in your Hugo/Nebula acceptance speech.

Golden Garbage

A connection.

Our memories.

Human nuisance.

Weeding out clutter is a therapeutic chore. 

2011 Student Convocation. Last time I was awarded for academic achievement. Then it went downhill with medschool. Who would think I’d even continue this program? It’s expected I’d take the removals exam.

Meta-!@#%$^&^. I printed and matched things out to help those who had quite a struggle. Is it a by-product of my academic comeback? Or just vengeance from that eyesore BDI exams I HAD?

Tickets from museums and conventions. I didn’t realize they sunk in my pile of randomness. Time to unearth the cultural side in me.

Planners. Three planners. I burned money for two I never used and one I failed to finish. So my life has a 66.67% chance I’d never finish.

OSCE checklists. I kept them for ward works which I NEVER used. Thanks to Bates, practice and quite a lot of beratements, I was able to pass thru the various consultants and understood the variety of patients.

Medicines. I had Vit B12 supplements I never knew existed. But it was just a good massage that my muscles and aberrant nerves needed.

Bags. From comics, books and clothes I seldom used. My toys are even in their cases. Who knows what kind of revolution they’ve brewed up?

Now, I really need to finish fixing this mess.  This idea of telling you what I’m doing has come of age. 

Pharma Exam

Kung mamamatay ang best friend mo, masasagip naman ang pasyente mo. Kung ang kaaway mong manggagamot naman ang bawian ng buhay, maisasalba ang iyong matalik na kaibigan. Anong mga gamot ang gagamitin mo para matigok ang isa sa kanila? Bakit? (100 points)

Bonus (10 pts): Sino ang pipiliin mong mapunta sa impyerno?

Threshold of Relevance

Since when did research defense become a trivia show and a display of superior intellect on an area quite distant from the focus of discussion?

Why not give feedback to the lecturers right after they finish? Won’t doctors, living on the lines of professionalism, take the comments as areas they could improve on? Or would their human flaws prove to be indomitable and reign over?

I guess the system is proven to be ineffective and bound to stay this way when we have doctors preaching professionalism and consider their judgment as word of the lord.

Parasympathy

A light feeling. Love, friendship and teen life. The point of becoming yet very unbecoming. Experimentation and flirtation, never minding reputation for the lords had a different perception of values and mores. 

I was not digging Skins for the first four episodes. It was too shallow. Yes, they were kids and doing those harmful things to feel alive and experience freedom. You know. The h*****r stuff. Care-free attitude and all. Not to be emulated but tis true. It wasn’t worth my time. After watching benchmarks of film and TV, I still didn’t understand what’s with these free spirits couch potatoes love. There was nothing wrong. Nothing very special or outstanding in any of the realms of writing (story or dialogue), filmography and music. But the next episodes kept me wanting more. It’s the characters you’d be drawn to. It still did not blew me away but there was some form of craving, not on the level of addiction, but you would really want to go deeper to their psyche. It was all simple. Their interactions, personal devils, drama and all such wankers they all are are not other-worldly. They are stereotypically real. And the writers did a fantastic job to keep them where they are supposed to realistically be.

Who attracted me the most in the latter half was Tony Stonem, the leader of the pack. He and I share so much in personality. (Or at least one of my personalities I’ve been suppressing is very much alike this twat) And they pulled off his story arc quite according to what I expected.

It might be a dream life for some of the h-people who’re not living in Great Britain but taking them away, you could feel that you are walking on the same path the kids have crossed. Save for the slightly awkward final “musical” scene (I didn’t feel the auditory dissonance they were trying to pull off.), Skins series 1 is still worth it. 4 out of 5 stars, I must say. Seven to eight hours are just enough to invest on this drama.

Indie-fied Mainstream

The movie everybody’s been gawking about: The Hunger Games.

It was pleasant entertainment. For more than two hours, I was not in any moment bored but it wasn’t that all too excellent.  Coming from one who read it more than a year ago, I already had a film produced by my imagination. Somehow, the director didn’t choose the right kind of shots, or what I expected of them to do, considering they breathe in the capitol of movie industry. The whole film only used shaky close-up shots save for a few moments from a few scenes. I understand that this is to heighten the risks of living in that era, particularly in being some Gladiator of sorts. It became an eyesore and annoyance when even the battle scenes, opening shots of each new sequence to present the setting, or focus on hand gestures, were discarded in favor of promoting this atmosphere. I know, it’s kind of a reality TV, but it would have been more effective if the director limited it during Game proper and the Reaping. He tried to be different but it would only work if that kind of different was better than the alternative. From films I’ve seen, it’s the variety of shots that make the film memorable and more satisfying. That is variety with a purpose. Check out David Fincher’s works and you’d understand what I mean.

Introspective dialogue aka voice-over would have supplemented Katniss’ internal struggles. Jennifer Lawrence was already convincing but her acting will only take her far. Going back to shots, sometimes the symmetry, or lack thereof, put me off. Perhaps, asymmetry could be interpreted as the terrible imbalance of the Games and the machinations behind it so it might just be me. Considering it is a mainstream film and there is great support, finance and moral, the visual effects were not in par with what I expected. The dresses on fire were just too simple considering there is some excitement in the prose by Suzanne Collins. This I cannot accept. Cinna has a soul — you would understand more when you get deeper in their universe — and is considered a budding leader in that side of art so I expected so much more. Visual splendor in terms of choice of costumes were alright or so-so for the citizens of Capitol. The pastiche in their fashion could have been due to a lack of soul in them since they are the oppressive ruling class or so. Their lack of plight and ignorance of some things in the world would have contributed in this narrow vision or selected taste in fashion. Maybe artists were shut out in Capitol for they are the ones who express their soul and most artists, especially in our reality, express not just for beauty but for change. Then again, I might just be Mr High Expectations and such is the kind of dystopia they live in: ugly but they like it.

In any case, this is the director’s work and I would need some time and money to make my own interpretation come to life. For now, let’s hope the succeeding films would rectify their shortcomings.

The Road

Community Doctor. Nephrologist. Neither.

Would my desire for a life of service be enough?

The past weeks got me thinking: Is it even worth it? 

Constantly hounded by the echoes of threats, I know that my life would now be quite difficult than I expected. 

There’s this part in the Hippocratic Oath about doctors protecting their peers. I don’t like it but we need it. I’ve been “marked for life” by a graduate of our college and I can’t deny the probability that a lot more, especially in the vicinity of the hospital, would want my head on their platter.

I want to place myself on cryostasis and thaw this corporeal entity when everyone I know expires. I don’t like the current feeling when I tread the streets of Manila or walk down the corridors of the hospital with my eyes at the back of my head. Countless times, I sense consultants, residents, clerks, and interns give that look when they identify me. I could always disregard them but the thought of the next years being “demonized” has already been implanted somewhere in this clump of goo.

Life is an adventure, a rollercoaster ride and all the other metaphors they describe this triviality. But I always have the choice to take a different path.

Switch careers? End my existence? Both?