Ahh god, woke up way later than I was supposed to today. I literally had no morning to enjoy today and the rest of my day just passed by in a daze. I've been getting annoying headaches for the past two days, and it's really starting to get me down. Thank god the outside is always open to me or I would DIE of boredom.
Yesterday night I played that old game again, fun times except no one face planted on a line of mud this time. D:
My headache was really getting me down, so I got off the computer and ended up reading "You Don't Know Me". To my pleasant surprise, it was a damn good book. With a hilarious voice and really dark humour, the book was an easy read but a deep one at the same time. Although it's not on the bestsellers lists, I really, really enjoyed this book.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Travel Log
Day 2:
Sorry this post is late, but I stayed up until 2AM last night at a party so I really didn't have the time or energy to log it all. I had to travel large distances to get to the party, taking the painstaking trip of about forty steps to my neighbours house. But heck, it was worth it. The food was great, shame the only alcohol there was wine so I ended up chugging cream sodas(Taste like CRAP) all night. We ended up playing Manhunt for the first time in over a year, it was fun as hell and brought back so many memories. I jumped over the piss filled ditch and watched as my peruser ate the dirt when they slipped on the mud, ahh good times.... I revisited all my child hood memories, the heat of a chase, jumping through a bush twice your height to slam into your victim, all the memories come back.
I miss being a kid.
Sorry this post is late, but I stayed up until 2AM last night at a party so I really didn't have the time or energy to log it all. I had to travel large distances to get to the party, taking the painstaking trip of about forty steps to my neighbours house. But heck, it was worth it. The food was great, shame the only alcohol there was wine so I ended up chugging cream sodas(Taste like CRAP) all night. We ended up playing Manhunt for the first time in over a year, it was fun as hell and brought back so many memories. I jumped over the piss filled ditch and watched as my peruser ate the dirt when they slipped on the mud, ahh good times.... I revisited all my child hood memories, the heat of a chase, jumping through a bush twice your height to slam into your victim, all the memories come back.
I miss being a kid.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Travel Log(Blog?)
Day 1: The Card Of Gods.
Had to wake up frigging early(8AM, on VACATION? God...) to get my diplomatic status renewed. We drove to Casco Viejo and as always, I was amazed at the difference between the ex-zone and the outside. Literally as soon as you crossed over, the green, lush grass and the tidy houses turned into filthy streets and run down buildings. It's sad, it's pathetic, but it's Panama. When I got closer to the center of the area where all the houses are renewed it started to remind me of where I lived in Brazil, Sao Luis. Parking, as in all places in Panama, was a bit of a bitch, but we got a space.
For those of you not familiar with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs here in Panama, I"m just going to say one thing.
They have a really, really nice place to work in. Their headquarters is in one of the many palaces in the district, and it is pretty big. There is a huge square with a Christmas tree only outdone by the one they always put up in Albrook Mall in the middle of it. They have possibly the nicest ocean view from any of the ministries, and have a pretty clear view at that multi million dollar island they are building far out on the coast of the city.
When we finally stopped gaping at the view and the place itself, we went up to get our cards...
That's when me and Evert got caught off guard.
Although it was only our FIRST day off, we had already lost the proper use of our hands, so when we did have to sign something our terrible handwriting was twice as bad. But hey, at least it's renewed.
Diplomatic status can get you just about anything in Panama, you avoid taxes on everything, and can get out of any minor crime just by showing your card. Your car CANNOT be given a ticket, and a whole bunch of other fun bonuses too. Although my family doesn't really abuse those privileges, we always like to keep it, it IS our Visa, after all.*
After going to the National Museum for the first time since I went there in January 2006, we drove back home. The renovated part of Casco Viejo really reminds me of Sao Luis, which was an beautiful city. Shame there are so many friggin cars and idiots on the streets, I swear I saw some kid looking into car windows for something to steal, he wasn't even being subtle about it, he was just shoving his head on the window to look through. Brazilians never got CAUGHT doing that, I mean really, Panamanian thieves could really learn a lot from Brazilians. Only difference is, this area isn't half as beautiful as Sao Luis and it isn't really a restaurant area like the old part of town was back in Brazil.
Here's what I'm talking about:
I guess us beautiful people come from beautiful places.
*Note: You dont actually have to have anything to do with being a diplomat to get this status, UN and just about every NGO gets this.
Had to wake up frigging early(8AM, on VACATION? God...) to get my diplomatic status renewed. We drove to Casco Viejo and as always, I was amazed at the difference between the ex-zone and the outside. Literally as soon as you crossed over, the green, lush grass and the tidy houses turned into filthy streets and run down buildings. It's sad, it's pathetic, but it's Panama. When I got closer to the center of the area where all the houses are renewed it started to remind me of where I lived in Brazil, Sao Luis. Parking, as in all places in Panama, was a bit of a bitch, but we got a space.
For those of you not familiar with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs here in Panama, I"m just going to say one thing.
They have a really, really nice place to work in. Their headquarters is in one of the many palaces in the district, and it is pretty big. There is a huge square with a Christmas tree only outdone by the one they always put up in Albrook Mall in the middle of it. They have possibly the nicest ocean view from any of the ministries, and have a pretty clear view at that multi million dollar island they are building far out on the coast of the city.
When we finally stopped gaping at the view and the place itself, we went up to get our cards...
That's when me and Evert got caught off guard.
Although it was only our FIRST day off, we had already lost the proper use of our hands, so when we did have to sign something our terrible handwriting was twice as bad. But hey, at least it's renewed.
Diplomatic status can get you just about anything in Panama, you avoid taxes on everything, and can get out of any minor crime just by showing your card. Your car CANNOT be given a ticket, and a whole bunch of other fun bonuses too. Although my family doesn't really abuse those privileges, we always like to keep it, it IS our Visa, after all.*
After going to the National Museum for the first time since I went there in January 2006, we drove back home. The renovated part of Casco Viejo really reminds me of Sao Luis, which was an beautiful city. Shame there are so many friggin cars and idiots on the streets, I swear I saw some kid looking into car windows for something to steal, he wasn't even being subtle about it, he was just shoving his head on the window to look through. Brazilians never got CAUGHT doing that, I mean really, Panamanian thieves could really learn a lot from Brazilians. Only difference is, this area isn't half as beautiful as Sao Luis and it isn't really a restaurant area like the old part of town was back in Brazil.
Here's what I'm talking about:
I guess us beautiful people come from beautiful places.
*Note: You dont actually have to have anything to do with being a diplomat to get this status, UN and just about every NGO gets this.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Holden Clinical Report
Nicholas Brands Smit
December 11, 2010
Mrs. Meadows
English Period A-B
Department of Psychological Trauma
Churchill Medical Center, New Jersey
Statement Of Problem
Holden Caulfied was seen at the Department of Psychological Trauma at W. Churchill Therapeutic Institution for the mentally disabled for a psychoanalysis and possible treatment. He was referred by his parents. Although nearly of legal age, the client was accompanied to the institution by his father, Mr. Caulfield. He wants to gain information about any trauma that Holden may be experiencing, Mr. Caulfield stated that it was vital to find out the cause of Holden's depression as well as the possible treatment of it. He is suffering from depression and is lacking in work, he does not try in school and has disturbing views on the world according to his family. The following is the summary of results based on the case history, patent interview, assessment results and observations obtained before or during the evaluation.
Case History:
The following information was gathered from Holden's families' interviews and his history form:
Birth History
Medical History
School Performance
Behavioural Issues
Holden Caulfied was the result of a regular full term pregnancy, both parents have no record down their family line of reoccurring medical issues concerning mental health. With absolutely no newborn difficulties that the parents and siblings can recall. He isn't taking in enough carbs, despite the diet a previous doctor recommended to him. Holden was never psychoanalysed or bought to a therapist, yet when he was thirteen years old he was submitted to a hospital after he de-figured his hands whilst breaking windows. He was released from hospital after his brother's funeral. Holden didn’t have any mental or fine motor issues from an early age. His family has noted that he talked about Allie Caulfield (his deceased brother) as he if Allie was still alive. Holden dropped out from Whooton school, and was expelled from Pencey prep, along with other school in which he did not do well in. Initial examinations indicate that his brothers death might be the cause of his insanity, along with his other symptoms.
Behavioral Observations:
When first approached, Holden seemed almost eager to start talking, and almost immediately jumped into conversation with the analyst. Although Holden seemed stable at the beginning of the conversation, he began to completely avoid important topics and digress and seemed overjoyed when the analyst didn't interrupt him. Holden's conversation quickly deteriorated to endless blabber coated in high doses of pessimism. It was deemed that there was in fact something very wrong with Holden Caulfield. An expert psychoanalyst noted that behind Holden's seemingly harmless talk was riddled with hidden disturbing thoughts on society and the world around him. His nervous breakdown was built up over many years, not just the past few months. He eagerly engaged into conversation on a daily basis, but in the first few weeks he would completely ignore our attempts to speak to him about his actions over the Chirstmas season and his brother Alllie, and would digress shortly after he started talking about it. Only much later in the treatment process were we able to speak freely with him.
There are no remarkble medical records on Holden apart from the glass breaking incident soon after his youngest brothers death. There is a lolshake in the yard.
When evaluated he spoke for more than three hours with few interruptions, describing from his point of view the events of the last Christmas break. Holden proved to be in a worse condition than previously expected. He had had many a breakdown on his trip back home, and could have been traumatized in that short amount of time in which he was out of the safe keeping of school or home. He has two living siblings , Phoebe Caulfield and D.B Caulfield. His deceased brother, Allie Caulfiel, was referred too the most, which is worrying considering he has been dead for years.
Summary and Recommendations:
From the information we gathered, it would be proper to say that Holden's problems started after his brother, Allie Caulfield, died at the age of ten from Leukaemia. After his brothers death, Holden suffered from anger, denial and grief. Holden Caulfield suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which explains all of his symptoms( Trouble sleeping, detachment, socialization issues, irritability) minus pneumonia, which was caused by extreme cold after he left a bar soaking wet in mid winter. He feels guilt and regret over his actions over the Christmas break, and although extensive treatment has helped him cope, he is still unsure whether he will apply himself next school term. It is recommended that his high carbs diet is reinforced and that he checks in for progress every few months. He needs supervision, and when he does go to school it is recommended that it be in the New York or New Jersey state, considering it is closer to home and near to the clinic. He has been written down for extra treatment over the next break, but he is on a waiting list and it can not be guaranteed.
December 11, 2010
Mrs. Meadows
English Period A-B
Department of Psychological Trauma
Churchill Medical Center, New Jersey
Statement Of Problem
Holden Caulfied was seen at the Department of Psychological Trauma at W. Churchill Therapeutic Institution for the mentally disabled for a psychoanalysis and possible treatment. He was referred by his parents. Although nearly of legal age, the client was accompanied to the institution by his father, Mr. Caulfield. He wants to gain information about any trauma that Holden may be experiencing, Mr. Caulfield stated that it was vital to find out the cause of Holden's depression as well as the possible treatment of it. He is suffering from depression and is lacking in work, he does not try in school and has disturbing views on the world according to his family. The following is the summary of results based on the case history, patent interview, assessment results and observations obtained before or during the evaluation.
Case History:
The following information was gathered from Holden's families' interviews and his history form:
Birth History
Medical History
School Performance
Behavioural Issues
Holden Caulfied was the result of a regular full term pregnancy, both parents have no record down their family line of reoccurring medical issues concerning mental health. With absolutely no newborn difficulties that the parents and siblings can recall. He isn't taking in enough carbs, despite the diet a previous doctor recommended to him. Holden was never psychoanalysed or bought to a therapist, yet when he was thirteen years old he was submitted to a hospital after he de-figured his hands whilst breaking windows. He was released from hospital after his brother's funeral. Holden didn’t have any mental or fine motor issues from an early age. His family has noted that he talked about Allie Caulfield (his deceased brother) as he if Allie was still alive. Holden dropped out from Whooton school, and was expelled from Pencey prep, along with other school in which he did not do well in. Initial examinations indicate that his brothers death might be the cause of his insanity, along with his other symptoms.
Behavioral Observations:
When first approached, Holden seemed almost eager to start talking, and almost immediately jumped into conversation with the analyst. Although Holden seemed stable at the beginning of the conversation, he began to completely avoid important topics and digress and seemed overjoyed when the analyst didn't interrupt him. Holden's conversation quickly deteriorated to endless blabber coated in high doses of pessimism. It was deemed that there was in fact something very wrong with Holden Caulfield. An expert psychoanalyst noted that behind Holden's seemingly harmless talk was riddled with hidden disturbing thoughts on society and the world around him. His nervous breakdown was built up over many years, not just the past few months. He eagerly engaged into conversation on a daily basis, but in the first few weeks he would completely ignore our attempts to speak to him about his actions over the Chirstmas season and his brother Alllie, and would digress shortly after he started talking about it. Only much later in the treatment process were we able to speak freely with him.
There are no remarkble medical records on Holden apart from the glass breaking incident soon after his youngest brothers death. There is a lolshake in the yard.
When evaluated he spoke for more than three hours with few interruptions, describing from his point of view the events of the last Christmas break. Holden proved to be in a worse condition than previously expected. He had had many a breakdown on his trip back home, and could have been traumatized in that short amount of time in which he was out of the safe keeping of school or home. He has two living siblings , Phoebe Caulfield and D.B Caulfield. His deceased brother, Allie Caulfiel, was referred too the most, which is worrying considering he has been dead for years.
Summary and Recommendations:
From the information we gathered, it would be proper to say that Holden's problems started after his brother, Allie Caulfield, died at the age of ten from Leukaemia. After his brothers death, Holden suffered from anger, denial and grief. Holden Caulfield suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which explains all of his symptoms( Trouble sleeping, detachment, socialization issues, irritability) minus pneumonia, which was caused by extreme cold after he left a bar soaking wet in mid winter. He feels guilt and regret over his actions over the Christmas break, and although extensive treatment has helped him cope, he is still unsure whether he will apply himself next school term. It is recommended that his high carbs diet is reinforced and that he checks in for progress every few months. He needs supervision, and when he does go to school it is recommended that it be in the New York or New Jersey state, considering it is closer to home and near to the clinic. He has been written down for extra treatment over the next break, but he is on a waiting list and it can not be guaranteed.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Drinks, Cigarrete's, and Dirty Liars.
Holden encounter
He was hitting on the bartender's daughter, the idiot. Well, less so hitting on her and more so trying to complete a coherent sentence through his drunken stupor. He wasn't really even being dirty, he was just a half drunk kid flirting with that flitty tone of voice that always makes my hands curl into fists. Unfortunately for him, the bartender tends to have quite an unpleasant disposition when this kind of thing happens. I got up, time to do my good deed of the day.
“C'mon buddy, let's get you out of here,” I told him. He looked at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language, then he managed to get up and stumble towards the door. Too bad he didn't fall over in the process, because people's suffering tends to be entertaining. I eventually sat back down and took a sip out of my coke( this local's place can be strange, you have the adults doing their usual stone drunk acts and then you have teenagers just hanging out for the heck of it). Kid's drink soda, adults get wasted, occasionally some kid comes along and thinks he's old enough to handle alcohol. The drunkard stumbled back in a good half hour later, looking slightly more sober than he was before, he was holding his head though, he was obviously hung over. He was smoking a cigarette, and now that his face wasn’t covered in the depression and the foul stench of rum you could see how young he really was.
“Hey, aren't you a little young to be getting wasted?” I asked.
“Well, the bartender served me and what is your problem?” he spat back at me.(and we wonder why our generation has such a crap reputation...)
Then he put this ridiculous red hunting hat on his head, a pointless thing to do considering the bar was heated.
“Look, the bartender is still pissed, and don’t you think you should get over your first hangover before getting drunk again?”
“I'll be fine” he responded
No, your audacity is going to cost you a few teeth you stubborn bastard. I grimaced as he walked by, this wasn't going to be pretty. First thing the idiot did? Be an drunk idiot, he was already drinking again. Had he no inking this was a bad idea? I sat down and started talking to a group of my friends, but the whole time I was watching him with the corner of my eye. God, what a loser. He obviously couldn’t handle drinks too well because he was drunk extremely quickly. He had embarked on the journey towards getting his ass kicked.
Then his journey came to a abrupt close. He did it when he started admiring to this one bimbo babe-who was for the record, with a guy at the time-that for some reason always gets irritated when her slutty clothes attract attention. Her boyfriend's endeavours at a peaceful departure were obviously hapless, the drunkard was just too drunk. The bartender saw the tension rising, and started getting paper towels out. When the idiot made a grab for the bimbo's most interesting zone(which I admit, was very interesting) the inevitable happened. Damn, remind me to stay away from that girl, her boyfriend packs one hell of a punch.
The bartender quickly checked if he needed to send the kid back home clad in a body bag, stood up and smiled, then dragged him out of the bar in a cursory manner. He was filling up a bucket for anyone who wanted to wake the idiot up. Then this Asian-American looking kid with his hair way too long made a dive for the wallet that the bartender had left lying on the floor. Such affability in this bar.
I gave him a look that could make the Sahara dessert freeze over.
Then he scurried away. I walked over and picked it up.
“Holden Caulfield” Never heard of him, and that's weird in a town like this a good 100 miles out of New York. He isn't local.
I walked outside to Holden with the bucket.
I don't think I'll ever really get over the face that someone makes when ice cold water is dumped onto their face, it's hilarious.
“Hey, get somewhere to rest and just stay there for the night, your nose could be broken” I told him.
“Thanks! Would you like to have a cocktail with me? My names Rick St-”
“No, no it isn't” I cut him off, then I threw him his wallet and walked away.
He was hitting on the bartender's daughter, the idiot. Well, less so hitting on her and more so trying to complete a coherent sentence through his drunken stupor. He wasn't really even being dirty, he was just a half drunk kid flirting with that flitty tone of voice that always makes my hands curl into fists. Unfortunately for him, the bartender tends to have quite an unpleasant disposition when this kind of thing happens. I got up, time to do my good deed of the day.
“C'mon buddy, let's get you out of here,” I told him. He looked at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language, then he managed to get up and stumble towards the door. Too bad he didn't fall over in the process, because people's suffering tends to be entertaining. I eventually sat back down and took a sip out of my coke( this local's place can be strange, you have the adults doing their usual stone drunk acts and then you have teenagers just hanging out for the heck of it). Kid's drink soda, adults get wasted, occasionally some kid comes along and thinks he's old enough to handle alcohol. The drunkard stumbled back in a good half hour later, looking slightly more sober than he was before, he was holding his head though, he was obviously hung over. He was smoking a cigarette, and now that his face wasn’t covered in the depression and the foul stench of rum you could see how young he really was.
“Hey, aren't you a little young to be getting wasted?” I asked.
“Well, the bartender served me and what is your problem?” he spat back at me.(and we wonder why our generation has such a crap reputation...)
Then he put this ridiculous red hunting hat on his head, a pointless thing to do considering the bar was heated.
“Look, the bartender is still pissed, and don’t you think you should get over your first hangover before getting drunk again?”
“I'll be fine” he responded
No, your audacity is going to cost you a few teeth you stubborn bastard. I grimaced as he walked by, this wasn't going to be pretty. First thing the idiot did? Be an drunk idiot, he was already drinking again. Had he no inking this was a bad idea? I sat down and started talking to a group of my friends, but the whole time I was watching him with the corner of my eye. God, what a loser. He obviously couldn’t handle drinks too well because he was drunk extremely quickly. He had embarked on the journey towards getting his ass kicked.
Then his journey came to a abrupt close. He did it when he started admiring to this one bimbo babe-who was for the record, with a guy at the time-that for some reason always gets irritated when her slutty clothes attract attention. Her boyfriend's endeavours at a peaceful departure were obviously hapless, the drunkard was just too drunk. The bartender saw the tension rising, and started getting paper towels out. When the idiot made a grab for the bimbo's most interesting zone(which I admit, was very interesting) the inevitable happened. Damn, remind me to stay away from that girl, her boyfriend packs one hell of a punch.
The bartender quickly checked if he needed to send the kid back home clad in a body bag, stood up and smiled, then dragged him out of the bar in a cursory manner. He was filling up a bucket for anyone who wanted to wake the idiot up. Then this Asian-American looking kid with his hair way too long made a dive for the wallet that the bartender had left lying on the floor. Such affability in this bar.
I gave him a look that could make the Sahara dessert freeze over.
Then he scurried away. I walked over and picked it up.
“Holden Caulfield” Never heard of him, and that's weird in a town like this a good 100 miles out of New York. He isn't local.
I walked outside to Holden with the bucket.
I don't think I'll ever really get over the face that someone makes when ice cold water is dumped onto their face, it's hilarious.
“Hey, get somewhere to rest and just stay there for the night, your nose could be broken” I told him.
“Thanks! Would you like to have a cocktail with me? My names Rick St-”
“No, no it isn't” I cut him off, then I threw him his wallet and walked away.
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