When I am not working, blogging, cleaning up, or walking the dog, I like to take a long jog around my neighborhood. You would be surprised how so few people are walking about during the non-rush hours during the day. It seems that people start making their way onto the streets when the sun sets. Anyway, the only people I do see are mothers jogging with their babies strapped in uppababy vista strollers.
Getting information about mental health treatment is still quite a challenge for families and individuals. Thankfully there is a website that has a directory of mental health treatment centers in your city.
If you need help with drug, alcohol, or sex addiction there are rehab centers for you to check yourself in. There are certified therapists, psychologists, and psychiatrists in your area that you can choose.
You have to have the desire to get the help you need. It is better if you make the choice instead of doing something stupid and getting forced to go to a rehab center in a bad neighborhood or with shabby help.
Submitted by a DailySkew reader: Average Filipino Kid in LA. i grew up on 117 north serrano blvd,LA,Ca 90004. middle class neighborhood with mostly filipinos and koreans, and some whites. on the outside, it looked like my family was doing well ,but we were not as well off as the neighbors thought .we did have the biggest house on the block and i had the best basketball court in the neighboorhood. but it was a facade. filipinos are VERY concerned about their public image. so my grandparents, aunt, mom and uncle put all their savings together to buy this big house.
it’s like looking at lindsey lohan. on the outside she is beautiful,but on the inside, there are many problems.my grandpa and grandma were already retired, but had no savings. my aunt was a phlebotomist, my uncle bounced around from job to job-from security guard to working in a sausage packing plant.my mom started working at a bank at the lowest possible position, teller. my uncle had a serious drinking and gambling problem and gambled thousands of dollars away .6 of us lived in that house. we barely payed the rent on time, because the house was so expensive. we lived way beyond our means just to put up a front to the neighbors.
for one year, we had to go on food stamps. i remember that awful weird yellow hard-as-a brick government cheese. i could not cut it with a knife, i had to bang it against the counter to make smaller pieces.most of the time our fridge had very little in it.from the ages of 7-10, i would go to the supermarket twice a week and steal little food, like thin-sliced ham, string cheese, cheese slices, candy bars and gum. never been caught.
my elementary school was cahuenga elementary. it was mostly, mexican, filipino, korean kids with some blacks and whites. in the early 80′s LA wanted to integrate the schools better. so in 4th grade we had to ride the bus all the way across town to rosewood school. it was in west hollywood.mostly upper middle class jews, russians and whites.i hit my academic peak in the 6th grade.i was the 3 time school champion in spelling and was the first and only 6th grader to place in the top 3 in the county. i also skipped 4th grade. but after that, all the way until graduating college, i was an average student.my laziness and procrastination was legendary. i was a coaster.
i didnt get into many fights. but i had a nemesis bully named christian yang.christian yang’s real nicknames were “goliath”,”garth” and “bossman”. tall,fat big korean kid. he was like a mix between bolo yueng and kim jong il.physically bigger and a control freak. he would pick on me because i was quiet.one day he came up behind me and hit me in the head with his bookbag and then kicked me while i was down.i went home crying. my mom and other aunt enrolled me in taekwon do school.just after i got my yellow belt,he came charging at me, swinging his heavy bookbag. i ducked and gave him a side kick to the ribs. he layed down crying.his cronies were stunned. after that i helped him up, i felt bad for him because he looked so pitiful-crying like a 5 year old girl. i brought him to his apartment and his mom made us apologize and cooked corn on the cob and kimchi and we played with lincoln logs and watched knight rider.from then on we, were good friends.
but after 6th grade,my mom didnt want me to end up going to high school in our neighborhood.our public school was virgil high school-rife with gangs. so we ended up moving to florida.looking back,there were some tough financial times and i grew up with no dad and no strong father figure or male role model.but others had it worse than me. but i would not trade my life for any other life.because we had a lot of love in our house and i had good friends.my family did the best they could. i didnt have luxury, but i had the basic needs and a cat,dog and some toys. i miss playing GI JOE on the lawn, tetherball, handball and kickball. riding my bike to 7-11 to get the latest comic books, playing video games and having slurpees.
not an earth shattering story,just an average filipino kid’s tale from LA
ever since i was small i loved fancy cars. my first word was “car.” when i was a kid, i didnt aspire to be a dr., athlete, lawyer, etc. i just wanted to have a nice car. compared to most people, im not materialistic. but i always desired 2 things. a nice car and nice shoes. i made a promise to my mom and God two years ago. if i make it as a dr.,i will not buy an expensive house, clothes, jewelry, boats,etc.but i will buy a car that i like, but under $30,000.yes, its shallow, but that’s me.
in some ways i try to keep up my facade. at work, i had a clean, immacualte desk-but i just stuffed all my papers-not even filing them-in the drawers. my family and friends know me as nice, reliable and thoughtful.in general, i am. but they dont know the hidden me.
There’s always a lot of talk about people violating parking lot etiquette by taking up two spaces, hitting your car with their shopping cart, speeding, not looking in the car mirror before pulling out, etc., but my pet peeve is something original. I hate it when people in my neighborhood get into their cars, turn on the engine, and…just sit their for a couple of minutes. Then, only when I am walking near their car (usually with my dog), they start to pull out. WTF?
Let me explain this better so you get a better picture of what I am talking about: let’s use a morning example when everyone is going to work. I’ll be walking my dog in my community and I’ll see someone leave their house in a rush. They will open their car door, turn the keys in the engine…and just sit there…doing something for 30 seconds to 3 minutes…before pulling out. (Sometimes they are weird people that just sit in their car for 10 minutes, and then pull out when I approach.) By then I have already walked close to their car. They see me in their mirror and only then decide to pull out of their parking spot. It’s like I’m their daddy or someone telling them to get out of bed.
By the time I am close to their vehicle, I don’t know where to stand because they usually pull out wide, and start turning right in our direction. And then, of course, they are back in their rush mode, and I’m a pedestrian who is slowing them down. I just don’t see this happening in the morning, I see it at various times at malls, supermarkets, and other places.
So..what are people doing in their cars for so long before they freakin’ pull out? Here are my guesses:
- Fixing their makeup
- Talking on their cell phone
- Blowing cold air conditioner to cool off the car
- Picking their nose.
- Obviously if kids are involved, it may take 5-10 minutes to pull out because they are like barbarians and need to be strapped down for your own safety. Should have been done BEFORE turning on the ignition, though
- Looking for something in the pocketbook
- Heating up the car
- Getting the right radio station or CD
- Organizing papers
- Adjusting their car seats and mirrors because they share their car
- Something perverted
Of course, my whacked out theory is that people are still in 1965-mode and think that you have to “warm up the engine” and hit the fuel while in park so your car will run.
And when they see me walking, it’s like they get embarrassed for taking so long to pull out, and they’re like “Alright, time to pull out, but that guy was watching me take so long, so lemme come close to running him over.”
Maybe one day I should just stand right at their driver’s window with my dog and stare at them to see what they are doing sitting in their car that they had just started.
By the way, if you think this parking phenomena is a figment of my imagination, think about this DailySkew post the next time you are in your car waiting for someone to pull out of a spot you want. They put the keys in their ignition…and…how long does it take for them to pull out?
Also, time yourself to see how long it takes YOU to pull out and let me know why it took you so freakin’ long.
Poltergeist is consistently rated as one of the top horror movies of all time. I remember the 1982 hype and trailers- “They’re herrrrrrrre!”. I remember Poltergeist being on late on regular network TV when I was young. The chatter around my neighborhood was that Poltergeist was as scary as Jaws, Alien, and the teenage monster slasher movies I was never allowed to watch. Well, I never watched the whole thing until last night (I’m 33 now). I can safely say that Poltergeist is overrated, and Poltergeist sucks.
Before you think I’m an ignorant mutant, you can check out my other DailySkew movie reviews and see that I am a certifiably fair critic. So let me quickly tell you why Poltergeist is overrated: it’s a typical 1980′s suburb movie that is an uneven mix between parody, horror, and comedy. You’ll excuse me if I come from the school of horror films should be dark, scary,creepy, or frightening. Others focus on gore or thrilling suspense, and that’s fine too. But comedy? What a bad mix for my tastes. The only thing that Poltergeist has in common with The Exorcist is the last three letters of their titles.
Instead, Poltergeist is a movie that is similar to Gremlins: scary for kids (who should not have been allowed to see it anyway- producer Steven Spielberg obviously used his pull to make this movie a PG rating) but didn’t work for me (or my wife) as adults looking for a scary movie. Poltergeist is a “black humor” movie, along the lines of Edward Scissorhands, also uneven. For Poltergeist, it’s like director Tobe Hooper had a kickass scary adult movie in mind, but Spielberg censored it and had him edit it down for that PG rating.
Based on its reputation of being one of the best horror movies of all time, I wasn’t expecting such a suburban plot that Spielberg was obsessed with in the 1980′s. Check out his Amazing Stories TV show at the time: all of these lily white upper middle class families are all the same. They are walking stereotypes: a family devoted to making money, a sexy mom, geeky father, snobby teenage girl, a boy and a girl that argue, and a dog that’s smarter than they are. Methinks Hollywood had a yuppie fetish in the 1980′s- some sick self-reflection and self-loathing.
The only character worth caring about is the little blonde girl Carol Anne. The mother (JoBeth Williams) lost me when she was very uncaring and joked about the death of Carol Anne’s bird right from the start. The dad (Coach Hayden Fox, LOL) is a typical 1982 dad, but the smoking pot thing while reading a Ronald Reagan book is just too yuppiesh for me. The little brother (Oliver Robbins) is your standard immature, obnoxious kid seen in American cinema. The teenage daughter (the late Dominique Dunne) is a spoiled slut.
Poltergeist certainly starts out fine- the little girl (the late Heather O’Rourke) sees something in the snow of the television. And the Poltergeist theme by Jerry Goldsmith is totally awesome, but it quickly becomes a cross between The ‘Burbs and Gremlins, which I guess is like the aforementioned Edward Scissorhands, but without Johnny Depp’s coolness or innovative Tim Burton directing.
I do think it’s a shame about the so-called Poltergeist Curse- the tragic early real life deaths of Heather O’Rourke and Dominique Dunne. They seemed like nice girls in real life, but this movie review isn’t about real life.
Poltergeist isn’t for kids: there is a pseudo-rape scene, panty shots, some cursing, sexual innuendo, on-screen drug usage by parents, a face ripped off in the mirror, a living tree, dead bodies, and a bunch of screaming. Poltergeist is charming for many adults and teenagers from that era, which is why it still ranks so high today. As far as horror goes, there’s only two scenes (total time: 2 seconds) where you may lose your popcorn, but both are shameless and cheap, not built on suspense.
For the record, almost every horror movie is overrated according to the message boards; that’s because we all have different subjective measures of what is scary or gory. However, there are around 25 horror movies that consistently get ranked high, and are seen as classic movies beyond reproach, and Poltergeist is one of them. But after watching it for the first time, I have to go on the record and say Poltergeist is overrated and Poltergeist sucks.