I had been dying to watch this movie since first seeing it's trailer about a couple of months ago. It was too cute and well, I'm a sucker for cuteness. So the bu and I made sure we got to watch it as soon as it came out. So one Tuesday we went on a double date with Karla, my new friend, and her beau Gabo. :)
When I finally was able to see it, I wasn't that impressed. Ok, let me explain myself. I liked it, it was so so. I mean I have seen better and all that hype...it makes you have all these ideas in your head then bam...let down. Not good.
I liked Agnes, she really was what made the movie adorable. Her and the minions. But the story was a bit too dry for me. It was another one of those movies where you can already imagine the next scene...
I really hate it when the trailer is practically what the whole movie is about. It takes everything away from the movie. You've already seen the funny parts. You've already learned the funny lines. You've already laughed at the characters. It makes watching the movie feel like you're watching a re-run. And having to pay so much for a movie, it's a waste to pay for a re-run.
I would suggest watching this movie if you really have nothing else to watch. It's one of those movies you can just catch on DVD. Although, Gabo would beg to differ, apparently it is better to watch in 3D. I decided to catch it on 2D and it was nothing spectacular.
But that's just my point of view...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Guns and losing loved ones...
I grew up around guns. My dad loves them. I learned to shoot an air rifle when I was a child, probably no older than 4 years old. It was fun. I got to shoot at a target at cans, bottles, anything that we could pick up in our backyard. Then I learned how to shoot an actual hand gun, part of my dad's plan to make sure I can defend myself when there is a need to. I have never had to, thank God. :)
Being prepared is one thing. Being a bully is another. I really honestly hate it when people think just because you have a gun means you're hard ass. Nope, on the contrary most of the time it means you're a coward and that you hide behind guns. Guns aren't toys and letting people who are not emotionally and psychologically handle one is just asking for trouble.
When I was a preschool teacher it was a rule that my students were not allowed to bring toy guns into the classroom. They weren't allowed to play shooting games with their hands either. I wanted them to understand that these are not games. Shooting someone, it's not a joke and it should never be done for fun.
Recently, a good friend of mine lost her fiance to a shooting incident. It was a useless death which left so much pain and suffering. I only wish them strength in their suffering and justice for the loved one they lost.
When I first learned of the news of his death I was stunned. I literally sat there waiting for the news to sink in, praying against anything that it wasn't true. I was shocked. In pain for my friend, heart broken. It was like I was going through the same thing although I know for sure it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I saw her yesterday and her resilience made me love her more. She is the bravest person I know and I am not as worried anymore because I see her and I can see that she is loved and she will never be alone.
Losing someone that way, no matter how strong you are, it takes a toll on you. Losing someone is hard enough. Losing the one you love to something so useless...that is unforgivable.
I hope whoever it was that did it, I hope he suffers. I hope he never gets another night of sleep. I hope that every time he closes his eyes he sees what he has done, who he has hurt, who he has made suffer. I hope that he realize what he did and come clean. I hope he pays for every tear he has made them shed.
But that's just my point of view...
Being prepared is one thing. Being a bully is another. I really honestly hate it when people think just because you have a gun means you're hard ass. Nope, on the contrary most of the time it means you're a coward and that you hide behind guns. Guns aren't toys and letting people who are not emotionally and psychologically handle one is just asking for trouble.
When I was a preschool teacher it was a rule that my students were not allowed to bring toy guns into the classroom. They weren't allowed to play shooting games with their hands either. I wanted them to understand that these are not games. Shooting someone, it's not a joke and it should never be done for fun.
Recently, a good friend of mine lost her fiance to a shooting incident. It was a useless death which left so much pain and suffering. I only wish them strength in their suffering and justice for the loved one they lost.
When I first learned of the news of his death I was stunned. I literally sat there waiting for the news to sink in, praying against anything that it wasn't true. I was shocked. In pain for my friend, heart broken. It was like I was going through the same thing although I know for sure it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I saw her yesterday and her resilience made me love her more. She is the bravest person I know and I am not as worried anymore because I see her and I can see that she is loved and she will never be alone.
Losing someone that way, no matter how strong you are, it takes a toll on you. Losing someone is hard enough. Losing the one you love to something so useless...that is unforgivable.
I hope whoever it was that did it, I hope he suffers. I hope he never gets another night of sleep. I hope that every time he closes his eyes he sees what he has done, who he has hurt, who he has made suffer. I hope that he realize what he did and come clean. I hope he pays for every tear he has made them shed.
But that's just my point of view...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Moving to greener pastures...
Most people believe that moving to a different country will result in a better life. A brighter future. The grass is always greener on the other side...or is it really?
Since graduating from college I've seen more than my fair share of friends leave for greener pastures. I attended despididas left and right for friends who would try their luck elsewhere hoping for a better job with a better pay grade. I watched as the number of my best girl friends started dwindling as they started leaving. It was not fun! :(
And as with all long distance relationships, it has been very difficult to keep in touch with them. We constantly email to update each other but admittedly as we all start to live our own lives these grow fewer and farther apart. A sad reality.
Nonetheless, the bu and I have been recently thinking about what we want to do with our lives. We think about where we want to live in the future when we have a family and how this will affect our lives.
I admit, I grew up spoiled. I am not accustomed to house work. I try to cook every once in awhile whenever I feel like it. I don't wash clothes nor do I iron them. So it's one thing to live in a foreign country, it's another thing to live their alone.
But when you grow up and you start to take on more responsibilities, not for anyone else but for yourself then you get forced to wake up to the stark reality that...life is hard living in a third world country. No, don't get me wrong I love the Philippines and everything it has to offer. But we have to accept reality that we do not have everything other countries have to offer. We would be lucky to have half. And so moving to another country seems like a good idea. To some it may even seem like the only idea.
Talking to friends and family who move abroad I get mixed reviews. You earn well that's true but is it really a better alternative to what you have here? I would break it down into point but the post is already long enough so let me just summarize things to make it simpler.
Moving abroad gives you a lot of opportunities but it also takes you away from what you're accustomed to, like having your family and friends around or little perks like having someone to help you at home.
Staying where you are means you'll have to work harder and longer to get what you want but it also means you will never be alone.
As I end let me share what I too would like to do with my life. I would love to live in London, that is my dream. To raise my children in a place where it is better to walk, breathe the fresh air, play in the park, take in the culture. I would love to be able to offer them better, brighter futures. I know that it will be hard and it will be even harder to raise a family completely on your own distant from what you call home. But in the end, it's what will make things better and sometimes, that's just what it takes.
But that's just my point of view...
Since graduating from college I've seen more than my fair share of friends leave for greener pastures. I attended despididas left and right for friends who would try their luck elsewhere hoping for a better job with a better pay grade. I watched as the number of my best girl friends started dwindling as they started leaving. It was not fun! :(
And as with all long distance relationships, it has been very difficult to keep in touch with them. We constantly email to update each other but admittedly as we all start to live our own lives these grow fewer and farther apart. A sad reality.
Nonetheless, the bu and I have been recently thinking about what we want to do with our lives. We think about where we want to live in the future when we have a family and how this will affect our lives.
I admit, I grew up spoiled. I am not accustomed to house work. I try to cook every once in awhile whenever I feel like it. I don't wash clothes nor do I iron them. So it's one thing to live in a foreign country, it's another thing to live their alone.
But when you grow up and you start to take on more responsibilities, not for anyone else but for yourself then you get forced to wake up to the stark reality that...life is hard living in a third world country. No, don't get me wrong I love the Philippines and everything it has to offer. But we have to accept reality that we do not have everything other countries have to offer. We would be lucky to have half. And so moving to another country seems like a good idea. To some it may even seem like the only idea.
Talking to friends and family who move abroad I get mixed reviews. You earn well that's true but is it really a better alternative to what you have here? I would break it down into point but the post is already long enough so let me just summarize things to make it simpler.
Moving abroad gives you a lot of opportunities but it also takes you away from what you're accustomed to, like having your family and friends around or little perks like having someone to help you at home.
Staying where you are means you'll have to work harder and longer to get what you want but it also means you will never be alone.
As I end let me share what I too would like to do with my life. I would love to live in London, that is my dream. To raise my children in a place where it is better to walk, breathe the fresh air, play in the park, take in the culture. I would love to be able to offer them better, brighter futures. I know that it will be hard and it will be even harder to raise a family completely on your own distant from what you call home. But in the end, it's what will make things better and sometimes, that's just what it takes.
But that's just my point of view...
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