Being Young

Okay, so there's this Asian American youtuber (you'll note how I spend a lot of time on youtube on this blog... it's tv on steroids... seriously) named Kevjumba. He was probably the first youtube celebrity I actually followed. I never really thought much about his videos except that some were funny and quite true about Asians and how they deal with their kids. So I started watching more of his videos which led me to older videos he's made. I remember the first time I heard him cuss in a video and I immediately checked the comments section for people's reactions and apparently he cussed in his older videos, a lot.

My point in all of this is I realized how horrible it would be for him in the future (especially when he gets around the age where he realizes what a jackass he used to sound like). He only turned 20 this year and while his videos contain the same funny Kevin, he's toned down a bit especially in the cussing department and he's gotten a bit more mature and open-minded and educated (he's in college now).

This blog isn't really about Kevjumba. This blog is about being young. See, most of us are lucky that our youth wasn't caught on tape. The only evidence for the most of us are captured on photos which when burned (in the literal "fire" sense) will be gone forever. But such is not the case in cyberspace. When you upload something online, it's there forever. Someone would've downloaded it and can upload it in a remote server somewhere and there's nothing you can do about it.

I remember reading a journal (well it was really a diary) I used to write back in the day and I was aghast at my young self. I was so self-absorbed and like a lot of teens was ungrateful for the blessings I had. I couldn't believe what a horrible teenage daughter I was to my parents. Poor them. The fact that I was so immature and felt very entitled as a lot of young people do nowadays, it's as if the world owed me something.

My point is that let's be grateful that the past is past. If you used to be a jackass, then stop. Leo Buscaglia wrote that he had a professor who loved being old because he didn't have to deal with the foolishness of the young. I love that.

Ded Na Si Lolo

Ded na si Lolo is undoubtedly one of the funniest Filipino movies I have seen ever! Soxy Topacio's satire on Filipino wakes, burials and deaths in the family is crazy brilliant. I laughed, I cried, I analyzed and I was only halfway through the film.

I loved every bit about this movie, from the superstitions of what can or cannot be done during wakes to the peripheral characters such as the Kapitana and the neighbors. The cliches were dealt with perfectly because every single person can relate to this film. I mean we all know of someone's whose fainted at a burial or two. I also loved how the main characters talked about their fainting moments.

This movie gets a 5 star rating in my book. Please go buy the DVD and watch it. Ded na si Lolo is a must see!

Flaws

I kind of had a breakthrough... well, not really. For the first time ever, I wrote on a public internet site that I'm fat. I guess it's not really a big deal I mean anybody who's ever seen me can definitely see that I am. I mean, seriously, it's no secret.

But to publicly say it in cyberspace is kind of new. When we post things on facebook or twitter or even blogs, we kind of present our good sides which is why I think a lot of people prefer going online because we can still edit ourselves which is kind of harder to do in real life.

I remember when I was still writing back in the day, I would write an article say in 30 minutes. I write it, leave it then come back to edit it. My Auntie Beng taught me that because she said it refreshes your mind and she's right. I can catch mistakes better when I do that.

But real life isn't like that. We all have to walk around with our flaws. I mean sure we can "edit" ourselves through make up or clothes but it still doesn't take out the fact that we have flaws. My sister is lightyears away from me on this. She's fat too and she doesn't seem to mind that other people can see her "fatness". What I mean by that is she doesn't seem to mind that they see her arms or her legs. I guess it's because she knows that she has more to offer than what they already can see. She once told me, "Ate, they already know you're fat. Why hide it?" I guess, I want to hide it from myself... (deep reflective moment...) hahaha!

But seriously, we do all have flaws. I love this youtuber named Shane Dawson. He has a few channels online and is the top 3rd most subscribed channel on youtube. I like his videos because he makes them for kids (even though he cusses a lot) but he knows how to get their attention. He is actually a Christian and a virgin (though that might not of his own volition). And he made a video on Flaws (which is actually the inspiration of this blog entry). He encouraged those who watched to write down what their flaws were and I wrote there that I'm fat.

So, I guess I'm embracing my flaw in this blog. I'm fat!

Old Picky Soul

So I have always been an odd duck about the music I listen to. My sister, bless her heart, had to live through my entire high school years listening to Frank Sinatra's Duets album every single night, I kid you not. For some reason I couldn't sleep without hearing Frank and Luther sing about the Lady Being a Tramp.

I blame my parents. Every time we traveled going to GenSan or Lake Sebu, they'd be blaring old music on the radio wherever we went and I assume that's where my love of "older" songs got born. To this day, my iPod is still filled with Frank Sinatra.

Of course through the years, I've learned to widen my scope of singers. Younger and alive artists such as Harry Connick Jr., Michael Buble and even Rod Stewart started to pepper then dominate my collection of "oldies" as they are labeled in my iPod. Now, whenever I want to sleep in a snap, I put on a good set of earphones and play them as my lullaby. Ever tried having Harry Connick Jr. rock you to sleep? You should totally try it. Makes your dreams colorful =)