Gullible

When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me all sorts of things. Ridiculous things that mothers say to their children to assert fear so hopefully us kids will stay safe and not do anything stupid, like walking in the middle of the road, or something.

Funny thing is, now that I'm older and I realized how silly some of these things are, I still do them anyway. Maybe it already became a habit, or maybe that's not even it. I guess when you've believed something for a long time, it's not that easy to break away from that.

I'm not talking about Santa Claus, y'all. Sure, I expect a nice Christmas present every year, but I have a more realistic approach. Like, asking for it directly to the source (aka, my parents), instead of waiting around for it.

I remember one time my dad sneaked in a Home Alone VCD under my pillow and I was so excited when I found it. See, who says I'm high maintenance? Boo. Although now that I'm older and all, I just asked my dad for the money. Because whereas VCD may seem like a really cool idea for a 7 year-old, it doesn't have the same effect to a 22-year-old's lady. That's me! And my dad is not exactly the best shopper out there.

(How tacky is it to receive money as Christmas present, though, right? Where's the festivity? Okay, I need to talk to Dad about this.)

So anyway. The sorts of things that my mom used to tell my sisters and I were along the lines of:

"You shouldn't sit on a pillow because then you'll get a gigantic boil on your butt."

"You shouldn't peek because then you'll get a pimple on your eyes!"

"Don't ever take a bath at night because then your back will hurt. Skeleton will be all fucked up."

Those were the few things I remember the most. Words of wisdom? Not at all! They're all so ridiculous that I found it hard to believe that at one point of time, I used to hold these dear to heart.

As a kid, I'm so scared of getting a pimple on my eyes or boils on my butt!!

But, even though I don't believe it, I still wouldn't do any of those things now, because, uhm, I don't really know why. I just wouldn't. Like I said, maybe it's grown to be a habit.

And my mom was just trying to find a way to teach her kids not to peek (because it's rude and wrong?!), and it's much easier to make us remember when we're inserted with fear! No matter how naughty we may be, we still don't wanna have bones-problem, do we? (After all, I wanted to attract that boy from next class.)

One question though, how did she learn all of these? And should I teach my kids the same thing? Maybe. That certainly is better than the possibility of having a perverted little kid who likes peeking at the girls' changing room. OMG.

sissy?

I cried twice while watching Astroboy.

What, you think it's just another material for my next comedy routine? Cried during Astroboy?! Ha-ha, now that's funny. Astroboy, as in that cartoon, you asked? Well yeah, the one and only. Except that we call it animation now, instead of cartoon. It's more sophisticated that way.

But honestly, though. The movie was even better than my expectation, and I knew it was gonna be cute and all, but it being sad was definitely unexpected. Especially with that poster?! Did you see the poster?! It's not the kind of poster people would call, tear-jerking!

You can't argue that Astro is damn cute, though! But you should definitely check it out 'cos it's really good. Now we can just forget that I cried. That I'm a lame sissy. Not that you can forget that!

Anyway, since Sis bought a new impressive Canon camera, we've been experimenting and taking many fun pictures. Last weekend we brought along the portrait lens and snapped away these random shots..(or maybe not so random.)

I love the blurriness of the background.

Creating a scene in the train.

You are my baby love.

How's your weekend, guys? I went to the beach on Sunday, but that's for another entry. In the mean time, go check out Astroboy aka the tear-jerker!