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Reading log 5 

Like any other 15 year old, my sister has her fair share of insecurities regarding her image. I see her reading these glossy, colorful magazines full of their stick-thin Brazillians with perfectly proportioned faces and ask her why she likes these things. She can never answer. I doubt her appreciation for fashion has developed enough for her to actually bother reading the articles, she probably only buys them because she feels like she’s supposed to- at least that’s what my girlfriend says, guys never understand this kind of thing. I wonder how many 15 year old girls out there are insecure because of these pictures that and mass-printed around the globe. It’s been a timeless battle and countless arguments and opinions have sprung up because of it, but nothing is solved. Why can’t people be interested in magazines about culture, or about great people in today’s society? People who actually inspire and make a change. Then we’d have less insecure girls and more people willing to step up and point out what’s really important.

Reading log 4

We all know that one person who looks and acts happy, but is actually damaged deep down inside. They’re probably the funniest person in the group of friends, or the one with the best smile, and we wouldn’t know their stories unless we looked deeper. This isn’t just the case with people, I’ve learned that songs can be the same way, too. I recently listened to the song What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie. On the first play, I thought it was catchy and cheerful because of the upbeat melody and soothing voice of the lead singer, and it was only when I searched the lyrics that I realized what it was about- losing someone to death in a hospital. The last line hauntingly sang, “Love is watching someone die.” and the words have been ringing in my head ever since. There is no greater love than love that is lost, because life somehow projects memory to be bigger than reality. And experiencing someone close to you die is unlike anything else, it’s the only time you realize your capacity to love, because we often take people for granted while they’re alive.

Reading log 3

I stumbled upon this little book while i was cleaning out a book shelf in our library.
 The book looked really old and the cover was already ripped away.
 The book was written by my moms dear friend Tony Perez and the book was composed of Haikus that tell a story.
It was about a boy who learns how to love and give love back in return.
In the book, Paul McCartney was quoted with his famous line “In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make”.
 the boy first tried learning how to love based on what he was reading but in the end he realized that you learn love through experience, not through studies.
 The book makes total sense because I was once like the boy in the book.
Taking love advice from friends and trying to apply it to the girls who I fancied.
 In the end, I also came to the realization that the only person who I should be listening to is myself.
After learning that, I found this English girl who I am madly inlove with.
We have been together for 2 years and 4 months and things have never been better.
Moral of the story, follow what your heart says, not what other say. (I sounded so cheesy lol)

Reading log 2

so the other day, i read an article on the boxing gym that i frequently go to, Elorde Makati. “Tiger strikes and wins the championship” was the title of the article and the photo was of my trainer, Tiger Ari throwing a mean left hook to his Japanese opponent.
  I was nothing short of impressed when i read the article but after i had some time to think, I thought to myself, if he was a welter weight champion, why is he here training hopeful pugilists?
  well, It’s the typical cinderella story, boxer gets famous, boxer gets the glory and money, boxer does some bad investments and end up where he started beginning.
 its really sad knowing that behind all the gloves and mits stacked up in an endless pile are the photos and newspaper clippings of the boxers of yesteryear who tried to jump over the fence of poverty but didnt jump high enough.

 

 

Reading log 1

As I was lurking through the piles of useless photos of people who just want praise on Facebook, I stumbled upon the Kony guy.
 Well, in a nut shell, Kony is an African man who abducts little children and turns them into child soldiers and sex slaves.
  First of all, the people who say they support the ” Stop Kony” entourage think that they know all there is about Kony but they dont.
  they think that Kony is still at large abducting children and forcing them to join his cause but as of this moment that isn’t true. 
 Right now, Kony has been pushed back to Congo, his last defense from the authorities where he is bed ridden due to very serious sicknesses.  The problem is that the people today are overly gullible.
  They believe whats presented to them as long as the story involves children who are treated immorally.
 I know it’s pretty bad to say but people now a days are lazy, stupid and gullible.
  I mean, sometimes they don’t even know half the things they are talking about and without a doubt find safety in numbers when it comes to decisions and the like
 We all need to find our ways to break the norm of being called ” naive ’ or ” gullible “. Well, for me I’m trying my best to do so by doing my research on things I plan on supporting or believing in because I know that there is still hope for our generation