if you do something nice for someone, and that someone knows about what you did, doesn't that ruin the whole nice thing?

by letting her know, it would seem like you're doing it coz you want her to do something nice for you too.  maybe you're not intentionally telling her that.  but, naturally, the other person would want to do something for you to return the favor.  unless of course, she truly just doesn't care one way or the other.

why do people blog?  there are possibly a million resons why people do this.  me?  i blog mostly becoz:

1. i need a place to rant.
2. nakikiuso. napag-tripan lang ba.
3. it's easier to type than write... so what if it can be read by millions.  why would anyone care for your shit anyway, right?

dropped by peyups awhile ago.  i read an article (http://peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3957) by apocalypse in her column, Coffee and Chaos.  she has a point when she said that most bloggers write non-sensical stuffs about what went on their day, their latest crush, things they did and endless reposted surveys and forwarded articles in the net.  she called such blogs "self-glorifications and me-I-centric musings" only for "pure masturbation and ego-massage".  and in a way, she is right.  i also agree with her when she said that bloggers must feel the need to be socially relevant.  it's like with great powers comes great responsibility.  sayang ang means or resources if you won't put it to good use.  like make other peole aware of what's going on. 

should try that direction.

last saturday i went to the premier of Hide and Seek.  a friend got hold of a pair of free tickets for the said movie, so yey! for us.  looking at the trailer alone and nothing else, i assumed Hide and Seek is a horror movie, with Charlie as some sort of boogeyman.  half-way through the movie, i realized how wrong i was.

Hide and Seek directed by JOhn Polson stars Robert de Niro, Dakota Fanning (she seems to be everywhere after I am Sam, much like Lucy Liu is whenever an asian role is called for.  it's staring to be so very predictable.), and Famke Janssen who played Jean Grey in the X-men movie (i couldn't help humming the x-men song during the climax of the movie, which totally ruined the effect the movie was supposed to have for me. i suck as a movie companion. hehe..).  The movie is basically about a kid,obviously played by Dakota Fanning, who "created" this "imaginary friend", Charlie, after she moved to the countryside with her psychologist/psychiatrist dad.  Dakota seemed to be in a withdrawn state after seeing her dead mother in their bathtub with a slit wrist, and was staying in the psych ward of a children's hospital.  her dad decided then, that she would need to be in a different environment free of her mother's memory.  so they went countryide.  as expected with huge placess in the woods with only one sheriff and a very disturbed neighbor to boot, things did not work out fine.  every night at 2:06am, the exact time that de Niro found her wife dead, de Niro would be woken up and head straight to the bathtub where he would see disturbing writings on the wall and shower curtain, and eventually more disturbing things in the bathtub.  afterwhich, Dakota will appear by the door saying, "Charlie did it.". To add spice to the story, the father and daughter met in town a potential love interest for the dad and her neice, a next-door couple : a truly creepy husband who may or may not look like a pedophile and a bipolar wife, the realty agent who showed up in the middle of the night trying to get in their house with a key for every room in the house which he "forgot" to give them on the first day, and of course, the kid's psychiatrist back in New York.  the whole movie then revolves on trying to find out who the hell Charlie is.  and it's a lot fun trying to figure it out.

there are things however that did not made sense in the movie for me.  spoiler kinda' things so you may opt not to check it until you've seen the movie.

(spoiler questions/header=spoilers)

i feel sortof sad.

last sunday, while hearing the mass, my sister and i sat behind my parents.  i noticed my mom had streaks of white in her hair.  i didn't know she already has white hair. 

awhile ago, she showed me the outfits she plans to wear to their class reunion.  she told me to choose between two outfits: a mid-leg-length black sleeveless dress with a tiny white belt, or a bronze-black shimmery top (yung naka-cross yung front... dunno what it's called eh) with a velvety, bottom-swirly skirt (don't mind the description, it's the best i can do having no knowledge of what they call these things).  the outfits look so matronly.

my mom's starting to look old.

ok, so she's 50.  and she doesn't look bad for her age.

but she's getting old.

and her first child has never had a decent career, nor a serious boyfriend.

gad! i need to get my act together.  i am not growing up.

saw a friend yesterday at ortigas.

short history: sorta' had a thing with friend for a month or so.  just this year.  he was in a relationship.  with someone else.  and we had this thing.  it's kinda' complicated and not at the same time.  we would try to go out every week, but in reality it would be way less than that.  he would call evry night and tell me he loves me.  and i would tell him good night.  that sort of thing.  i ended things when i found out that he was getting married in september.

we talked.  alot.  and we had this twilight zone-y conversation:

friend: uy, punta ka sa kasal ko ha?

me: invite mo ko? (obviously the question hasn't registered yet)

friend: oo naman.

me: (hysterical laughter in my head) tingnan natin.

i will really actually think about it once the hysterical laughter in my mind stops.

oh gad! is he serious?!