Monday, January 12, 2009

Not another dog movie...



Saw Marley & Me Saturday night. I read the reviews, most of them were not encouraging. Usually, I'd trust the critics and save myself the effort and time; but I can't pass up the chance of watching a "dog movie". I'm glad I watched it.

No dull moments in the film, which is based on a true story. Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson underplay their roles. This is a good thing, since we can all focus on the movie's protagonist, Marley, the lovable yellow lab who just steals every scene he's in. I'm not going to spoil everyone's interest and excitement by narrating the whole story here. All I can say is this, please bring tissue, rolls of it, when you watch. You'll need it in the last 20 minutes of the movie.

Verdict: Marley & Me is no Fluke or My Dog Skip, or even Homeward Bound. Still, it is a very honest, straightforward, and uncompromising look at love, family, life, and death. At least, it's infinitely better than Underdog and Firehouse Dog (I told you, I don't pass up on "dog movies").

Thursday, January 8, 2009

My old young pictures...



My aunt found these "ancient" photos of me. I thought of sharing it with everyone...

Mea culpa...

I've always been a stickler for good grammar, right spelling, and correct pronunciation in English. I know I'm far from perfect, but when the opportunity to rectify someone's errors presents itself, I readily volunteer to help. Unwittingly, in the process, I end up "helping" people feel humiliated or insulted.

Okay, it's not like I just had an epiphany today! I know that people are different from one another. They react differently when faced with a similar situation. But I forget. I myself do not feel slighted in any way when someone reviews my grammar, even with other people around. I can take it; I can laugh at myself. But not everyone is like me.

This particular truth bashed me in the face unexpectedly this morning. It hurt me because always, when I correct someone, it's with the purest intention to improve him or her and not to embarrass. It hurt because I never thought it would be taken out of that context. I was wrong. This incident made me realize that before I commence my little crusade of "grammarizing" everyone, I have to pause and reflect on whether this action gets the right reaction.

I'm sorry, my dear friend, if you felt mortified. Thank you for being honest. I promise to be more sensitive, from hereon out.

There, I've said my piece. Blogging sure is a stress-reliever. Whew!