Three Weeks With My Brother

I bought this book thinking that I would get entertained by both the memoir of Sparks family and Micah & Nicholas' trip around the world. Although the brothers' trip around the world didn't amuse me as a traveler, I could say that the book is still worth to read. It's not a total disappointment.

We've known Nicholas Sparks as the author who would really melt every reader's heart with his fictional stories. With this book, you'll know that even his real life is one kind of a drama.

Sodomy

Hmmm… It was really a relief for me after I’ve taken all the PE subjects every college student is required to take. As you can see, I’m not really into stretching my body get my muscles firm and healthy. I’m not the type of person who would want to have extra sweat running out of my little pores and down my sexy body. My sweat glands have been working 24hours and I don’t need to exert extra effort for it.

Nonetheless, I know the importance of getting a little insane to do some sports. So there, I reserved the weekend for something sporty.

I had swimming for Saturday. Therefore, I had the muscles on my tummy ached early this day. Moreover, I just had biking in the cemetery when we visited my late grandmother this afternoon. And I don’t know if it was the culprit of headache I am feeling this very moment. Anyway, after rounds of biking in the cemetery, we went back home and I went back to watch Desperate Housewives marathon which has been provided by Star World for mother’s day’s sake and which has taught me the word sodomy.
(PS. I don’t know when this marathon'll stop.)

*Desperate Housewives picture was from http://www.ntvmsnbc.com/news/214473.jpg

Whatsoever-Man

I marked this year's Labor Day as my Socialize Day. After going through the classic routine of going to our store and helping out in running the business, I went to watch Iron Man with my high school friends. It was a typical hero movie, typically nice.

I wouldn't have bothered watching Iron Man if I were wise enough to have asked my friends which movie to watch before meeting them in the mall. I went there thinking that all of us were thinking the same thinking and were dreading to see Aga Mulach's movie since it has opened the day before. I was wrong. Obviously.

I didn't know if it was me, but I always assumed that it was Paramount Pictures' problem that they weren't able to get my interest to watch the film and that I was just dragged into the cinema of a mixed aroma of rotten, not-so rotten and barely rotten foods because of peer pressure. Nevertheless, the movie had managed to fascinate me inside the cinema and made me think twice if I still want to say that Robert Downey Jr. is not the hero material for me, because he's old and that his hotness has been cooled down by time, or simply shut up.

Summer

It’s me. And my summer experience.

While others are in their bikinis busy getting tanlines under their necks, I’m here back to being a probinsyana for two weeks and a day already, has been spending the summer being scorched by the sun and getting tanlines on my feet.

Absence of Law in Romantic Movies

It's one of the famous cliches that the children of two single parents, who are dating and will eventually get married, will fall in love. And of course, as we all know, the problem that will surely arise is that somehow the young couple will be seen as siblings although by blood, they're not. Therefrom, the young couple will most likely be forced by their parents or by the community to stop their relationship asap... And the cliche goes on and on.

Technically, the Philippine Law used to allow this kind of relationships. These relationships can even go as far as getting married. But today, FYI, relationships like these are already forbidden. These are only allowed if the young couple gets married first before their parents could. And with this, we could stop the cliche of the love story.

Thank me for listening to my Law on Taxation (Bucotax) class even for just a minute. =) But of course, also thanks to my prof, Atty. Mejia.

Just a line from a movie...

Children are not coloring books that
you can fill them with your favorite colors.

from The Kite Runner

Leon Guinto corner Estrada

I always tend to tell myself to practice bringing biscuits with me anywhere I go. It’s not to eat them when I get hungry, rather to give them to street children and old peeps who are begging for something, for money.

I don’t really give money to these people when they beg… I just don’t. But, of course, there’s always a point that I pity them whenever I pass by [mostly by old peeps, ‘coz some children tend to be so naughty and makulit that sometimes make me irritable]. That’s why I came up with the biscuit idea although I have not started practicing it. The least I can do and I’ve done a couple of times is to give them the excess foods that I will no longer eat [but are still in good condition… I mean they’re still edible].

I always think of myself as a selfish young lady, but who would have guessed that I gave my two slices of embutido and bought a cup of rice from a nearby carinderia just to give the old lady sitting on the corner of Leon Guinto and Estrada this afternoon?