IQ Tests and Such

I took a Personality Test and an IQ test. See the results below...



Kinda true. I had always thought of myself as an Idealist. I don't know about the wealth part, but it does really get to me...when people are not following rules. When I break rules, even when I know it is better to break them than not to, I always have a sinking feeling in my gut. Haha. My conscience must be in my gut then...



Now, for the IQ test thing, I got 127. According to the website, this is better then 77% of the people who took this test. Pretty good. Haha. But I do know people who scored so much higher than me in our high school IQ test. :p

11:11

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A few blogs ago, I wrote about my weird affinity to the number 11 and the fact that I always see it on clocks. At the time, I was just mildly amused by it, not thinking that it was really anything at all. But then Stippy left a comment on that blog entry:

Stip said...

according to one book i've read, people with extraordinary cognitive abilities always catch double digits on their digital clocks without meaning to do so. "extraordinary cognitive abilities" includes abstract intuition (you somehow know that doing something is the best thing, but you can't explain it), premonitions, psychic and third-eye abilities. =)

So I looked it up on the internet, and true enough, there were several websites dedicated to 11:11! Akalain mo yun... And here's what they said:

These 11:11 Wake-Up Calls on your digital clocks, mobile phones, VCR’s and microwaves are the "trademark" prompts of a group of just 1,111 fun-loving Spirit Guardians, or Angels.

Once they have your attention, they will use other digits, like 12:34, or 2:22 to remind you of their presence. Invisible to our eyes, they are very real.Our earthly 1,111 Spirit Guardians, often called "Midwayers," have been assisting folks of all walks of life for many centuries.

I saw 11:11 again tonight on my car clock, just as I got in to go home. I don't really believe it, but maybe I'll try to see how often I catch 11:11.

Some points for argument: Why are people with digital clocks so privileged to get spiritual beings and such? How about the people who don't ever see digital numbers?

Stuck

In Tabangao stuck

For the weekend. Buck

Naked, running amuck

In my bedroom. Struck

out of Tumble-bug

doesn't rhyme with: Pluck

a guitar, but, luck!

I don't play it. Luck!

I don't have one. Stuck,

Like a fly on a window. Yuck.

-reyjr

Moving On

A few days ago, a friend of mine (Ms. Q) received a message on her Multiply saying that she's ugly and it came from a guy (Mr. A) who used to be a trainee in our school organization but quit because of personal reasons (ehem..).

After much discussion on Ms. Q's site how Mr. A is a loser and hypocrite, etc., Mr. A apologized and claimed that his account was hacked into and that he wasn't the one who wrote on Ms. Q's multiply site. End of story.

The reason I'm blogging about it is this: Ms. Q sent me an SMS about the alleged message on her site and said, "To think ikaw ang nagpahirap sa kanya, at hindi ako!" In a way, that IS true...and so this got me to thinking, how many people out there would send me a hate message if they could, all those trainees who quit because of me? Off the top of my head, I know only about 4 people ("Hindi ako babalik habang andyan pa si..!!!"), but there could be others.

So, I thought, had my strict, perfectionist approach to performance arts become so overbearing that trainees crumbled and quit under my tutelage? Lalim. Haha! I knew that I was strict. But I also knew that if you wanted to attain a certain standard of excellence in performance, you have to work hard for it. I had a lot of trainees who quit during the process, but there were those who survived their traineeship and became really good performers, and really loyal members.

The thing is, the stage is a cruel place: it will not show your audience how hard you practiced for your song, or how many sleepless nights you endured to memorize your dance. When you're on the stage, all that matters is what you do there and then. No, it's not fair, but nothing ever really is...

I am not trying to justify that I had done in the past, I know I hurt a lot of egos. But I do hope that they have all learned from their experience and moved on. Hopefully I won't receive any hate messages anytime soon!

Losing Sleep

i was slowly falling into a routine,
losing sleep, i'm awake and its fourteen
minutes past 2 in the morning. Dreaming
while i'm awake, my mind keeps swirling
'round and 'round. Bean's bear on my bedside
table, i'm seeing my room from the inside.
unmade bed looks comfortable 'nough
but the aircon's noisy, that's why its tough
to get Silent Nights during Christmastime.
set my clock at 6, but wake up at 9.

xoxo

Pisay the Movie

I almost got lost on my way to watch Pisay. My friend Julz Oliveros (not related to Maximo) sent me an SMS saying the showing will be at Cinema 4 of The Block, and that The Block would be "in" SM North EDSA. I had, in my head, planned to just park in the open parking in front of SM North even though it was drizzling a bit. It was the only parking area I could remember...

When I turned right from North Ave, I was dumbfounded! There's a whole new building where the parking lot used to be! Anyhow, I drove (slowly) around the other cars who seem to be as lost as I was, and finally found the Parking Entrance to the SM Annex.

On to the movie then! Pisay is a heartwarming tale of a group of high school students, coming from different backgrounds, but all brilliant, all studying at the Philippine Science High School. What I liked most about the movie was its effective nostalgia. It may be that the movie was set in the 80's (when I was but a wee little baby), but it's theme's captured the essence of being in Pisay. But it's greatest asset may also well be it's worst flaw: It may tend to alienate non-Pisay people. I felt the audience deserved a tad bit more development of the characters. It becomes difficult to sympathize with characters you hardly know.

I loved that the kids acted very naturally, although there were some awkward moments, some dead air, it was forgivable. Dr. Casas was very effective (reminding all of us or a certain Pisay professor we will all sorely miss). The other adult actors, however, (I'm not sure if this was intentional) spoke in a "theater" voice, like a sing-song, Batibot style. I found it unnatural, even highlighted by the fact that the child actors were very natural with theirs ("Egis erp!")

The storyline was flawless. I found it strummed a different chord at every chapter. The freshman year told of a budding relationship ripped apart by a teacher, the sophomore year told of a small town boy kicked-out of Pisay for failing Geometry (and moving on to become #1 in the school he moved to!), the third year featured a girl who had move to The Netherlands because she and her parents were wanted by the government, and finally, the senior year which featured a morally ambiguous research project, a theater loving science school senior, and a terminally ill genius.

I was flooded with memories while I was watching the movie. I was especially moved by the first scene where they found out he got in Pisay. I remember we hadn't received a letter from PSHS yet so my dad decided to go visit Pisay himself to check if I had passed. When he got home, he calmly whispered to me that I had passed, and that was when I started going crazy. Haha! Good times.