Little Miss Perfect

It's dark today, guess it's because of the rain. I just stole away from my summer class since I wasn't really feeling the movie they were watching. Although The Pianist is a well awarded movie tackling on the tribulations experienced by the Polish Jews, watching the film more than 5 times in a span of a year already makes me nauseous. I feel that after much viewing, I've grown callous to the twists, shocks, and gruesomeness of the movie - feels like nothing new to gain, nor learn.. Perhaps in another year's times, it would once again be worthy of my watching consumption.

Another factor perhaps why I didn't want to complete the movie in class was the intense enthusiasm a particular classmate of mine has on the film. That classmate for some reason has managed to make me dislike her. She recites alot in class, speaks in straight foreign-sounding English and gets away with really pathetic answers. I think its because being able to speak in English well in this country is often associated with intelligence due to the colonial mentality this particular country has. Even our politicians and beauty queens rarely use Filipino, our native tongue to express themselves. English is a status quo.

That was not really the whole reason why I dislike her. She cut me once while I was reciting. In the middle of my recitation, she blasted out, "NO!" then took the limelight to explain her idea on the situation. And to think that I had just made my opening statement, the least she could've done was hear my supporting premises first before disagreeing. Such rudeness! Worse, she got away with it, even though her answer had one big loophole!

Another thing which got me kinda pissed was when we were asked to rate ourselves physically, socially, intellectually and spiritually. The proctor asked volunteers to share their answers and she was barely hesitant in raising her hand. She gave herself a perfect score for almost every aspect, except "socially" (which she didn't mention any grade). I was itching to reprove her statement by telling her how mistakened she is, but my friend told me to let her be. She so pisses me off..

Since I cannot avenge myself then, I'd rant here...

Physically
Nobody could give themself a perfect 10 in physical health. Although one goes to the gym, eats a healthy diet, and stays out of the way of pollution, nobody is perfectly healthy. The moment we are born, we begin to deteriorate. Our body is like a car, no matter how well you take care of it, no matter how many accessories you put in it, when you use it, it goes one step to getting wrecked. There is no perfect formula in taking care of ourselves, one little mistake like washing your hands after sketching or the like, makes another fraction of imperfect health.

Intellectually
The fact that she gave herself a perfect 10 in this category proves how not true that statement is! There is so much to learn in life that one cannot possibly admit having consumed all such knowledge. The humility to accept that one is not all-knowing and is in fact willing to explore new possibilities - is far more intelligent than self-praise. No human could posses a 10 in intellectual rating, since there's always something new to learn. Being perfect closes oneself to the potentials of new discoveries.

In fact, when you think about it, there is no specific way of measuring intelligence. The IQ is not the way to go, my dear - that test only measures academic intelligence not Gardner's multiple intelligence which is far more advanced and accurate.

Spiritually
"I am in touch with myself..." um... fine... nuff said.