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| I would like to be an illegal alien in the United States of America. First, I won't have to pay taxes, which, to me, is more of a nuisance than anything else. It would be nice if the government would just automatically take precisely what they need / want instead of leaving it up to me to (1.) retain all those cluttering documents and (2.) calculate that junk!
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| Taken from Yahoo! Sports:
Warren also had a bit of advice for Elin, with uncompromising words for Woods. "She was very young when Jesper introduced them," Warren said. "She had stars in her eyes and maybe dollar signs too. But no, she should not stay with him. What kind of message would that send to her sister and mother and all the women out there? That your husband can be a bastard but as long as he makes the deal worthwhile, you'll stay?"
Reading the above (and other headlines pertaining to Mr. Woods) has got me thinking and analyzing like crazy. I have never (and probably never will) understand cheating. I just don't get it. Even as a wanna-be marital therapist, I just don't get it. If you want to be with someone else, GO BE WITH SOMEONE ELSE. Don't HIDE and LIE! Just be a freaking human being and say, "I don't want to be with you. I would rather be with him/her." People are so WEAK and PATHETIC. I don't understand how we have lost a sense of loyalty and commitment. Are GANG MEMBERS the only ones in society who get that?!?!?! When you say you're going to do something, DO IT. When you make a vow, when you give your word, follow through! I don't know why people need to be lectured about this. It's ridiculous. People are so self-serving these days and there is absolutely no concept of consideration, humility, discipline, and ETHIC.
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Movie Reviews I saw the first film, The Da Vinci Code, and thought it was the world's worst movie ever. Since sequels are rarely ever as good (never mind "better than") the first film, I just assumed Angels & Demons would be super boring and really cheesy and stupid. To my pleasant surprise, this film was quite entertaining. Unlike Da Vinci, I was really invested in the plot of this movie. I was concerned that this would be another typical inspirational film, following the usual templates (think Rudy), with the usual forced jokes to lighten the dark side of the movie, but it wasn't. And for once, I love how the couple was together and on the same page. So many times stories like this depict marriages falling apart because the husband and wife can't see eye-to-eye. This was a pleasant movie to watch, all the way through, unlike the next film... Someone told me that this movie was "uplifting" (REGIS and KELLY!  ). Maybe I missed the "uplifting" part in the half-second that I blinked at the end of this film because this movie sure wasn't uplifting. I still had some serious unanswered questions that prevented me from feeling ANY sort of relief. That being said, I heard that this movie was very difficult to watch. I must be psychotic because this movie wasn't that difficult to watch. I had a harder time with movies like Monster, The Pursuit of Happyness, and Boys Don't Cry. (Okay, so I haven't seen Boys Don't Cry, but that's because I know I won't be able to handle it!) If anything, watch this movie for the wonderful performances. Mo'Nique, Gabby, and even Mariah Carey, kicked some acting BUTT. I, I am so impressed! SUPER, DUPER impressed. | | |
| Mortification
Last week, I was in Hawaii and I decided to get up early and go for a walk, jog, and run along Waikiki. As I moved east along the shore, I thought I would loop back around and run along the park side. The park was on the other side of the road; the road divided the shore and the park. So as I ran along the park, I saw all these people running along the park, but in the road... which is normal, I think. So I moved off the park's sidewalk and started running with them on the road along the park.
It was a crowded morning and it seemed as though the whole world was up and getting their morning exercise in. Heck, I saw lots of people jogging and walking by the shops toward the west side of Waikiki. But this group by the park distinguished themselves because they all looked like professional runners. For instance, their attire looked professional: none of that big T-shirt and biker shorts look. Also, their form was different: they seemed to all run similarly, which reminded me of marathon runners.
So I continued to run with this crowd thinking that because they seemed so experienced, it might motivate me to jog faster. As I got closer to the Marriott (where we were staying), I began to pass EVERY-ONE. It was very strange to me - to be passing EVERYONE - and I began to think to myself, "Hm! How strange! Either these people are REALLY SLOW or I'm just super fast! How can these people who look so professional and appear SO FIT be so SLOW?!?!" I thought this for the next block as I continued to run with this crowd.
Then, as I approached the end of the park (and the beginning of the row of hotels), this white man stood in the park and looked out into the street and began to applaud me! He stood there, clapping his hands, and shouting at me, "Way to go! Good job!!!" Part of me thought he was a crazy, but another part of me thought to myself, "Oh my gosh! People here in Hawaii are SO NICE! That was so encouraging! I feel so pumped!!!" Then I reached the finish line. Yep, I had entered into a MARATHON.
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| Irresponsibility
So I was cleaning my room (I just moved into my parents' house and I've taken up space in two rooms and the garage so there's a lot to unpack) and in comes Sofia. She's a mess and smells pretty badly and then she tells me that she had "Skittles and stuff and chips" for lunch. A few minutes later, Sofia's mother comes up stairs to say hello and ask me, "Do you want to take Sofia for the rest of the day?" And I look out of my door and into the hallway and say straight-faced, "NO." Her response is then, "Yeah, I didn't think so," which is her template response whenever I deny her requests.
Now, I don't have a problem babysitting and helping out if I were certain that (1.) she and my brother were actually trying to be the best parents possible and (2.) if she had a legitimate excuse for requiring a babysitter. For the first half of the day, Sofia accompanied her to work. So what's wrong with her going back for the rest of the day? I went to work with my parents many times; they did it; other people do it; she can do it. And if we weren't stuck babysitting every other weekend as she and my brother gallivanted up to San Francisco just to party, then maybe I'd be a little more lenient. But when someone demonstrates a complete disregard for others through a sense of entitlement and inconsideration, consistently does the bare minimum, and just sits around and plays every weekend, then too bad, too sad. I mean, I don't call these people up and ask them to call up my professors and negotiate a deadline extension or cook and clean for me when I have to meet with clients... or, heck, when I'm just playing around with my friends, wasting my money gambling, and getting high and drunk at concerts.
Surprisingly, I'm not as angry as my tone may convey in this entry. Maybe because it's the first incident since the move back to my parents' house. We shall see how things progress over the next few weeks!
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