the da vinci code was great. so great that within 20 minutes of the (pirated) movie, i was already snoring. ha-ha.
good thing i only wasted 30 pesos on that crap. it's so shitty i was literally in tears--i can't stop yawning. and i can't see what the big deal was all about, why all those religious(?) groups were wasting time, effort and energy being all dramatic screaming at the injustice that is the showing of the damned movie--by golly, some of them even went so far as burning copies of the book. can you spell NAZI??? if they didn't want it, they should've given it to me. sometimes i think these rally people are in it for the show--tv coverage and all that. shouldn't they know by now that the surefire way to make sure that every single Filipino will indeed watch the movie is by banning it? Dan Brown must be worshipping them by now--they definitely helped the ticket sales.
it's fiction, guys. fiction. if you think a three hour movie is that powerful to mislead your supposed-to-be-faithful people, then maybe it's about time you took a look at the way you're running the religion. after all, if they've been catholics all their lives, they all should know better than get swayed by 300 something pages of a measly book. perhaps the quite obvious and overly dramatic display of insecurity is deeply rooted to something--a lapse on the church's part to educate their people and strengthen their faith properly maybe?
PS: i hope i don't get sued for this. ha-ha.
and karen davila is getting more and more annoying everyday. my professor once wrote this article entitled Pornography in Television, citing her fondness to ask "anong nararamdaman mo?" during interviews. karen denied that observation.
my mom and i were watching that new show in ABS shown every saturday, expose or something, and karen is one of the hosts. they were featuring this autistic girl who was sexually abused by her father and in fact, is pregnant because of that. as the documentary went on, it was revealed that an older sister has in fact suffered the same fate as her younger sister (she already gave birth to the result of that abuse), and opted to serve as a maid to escape the hell that was their house. now karen, who was interviewing the older sister very lovingly asked: "anong nararamdaman mo?" pfft. eh kung siya kaya yung maanakan ng tatay nya at magkaron ng anak/kapatid? parang kape, 2-in-1. shet. matuwa kaya sya?
ibang klase.
finally. i can visit my boyfriend without feeling like i have to look over my shoulder constantly. he's completely FREE.
you have no idea how much better we both feel about that.
work has been a big pain in the you-know-what lately. i'm getting better, learning new things about the internet, making friends, but shit, once a week?
damn, i miss him so much.
