Friday, October 12, 2012

Fifty Times The Worst Book

I read books a lot. I use to feel ashamed of telling people that reading books is my favorite hobby because I do not want people to think that I'm a nerdy, boring, serious type of a girl. Good thing I learned to accept myself just as I am. I'm also glad that I am a bookworm. I know which book is good and which one is bad.
Speaking of bad. One of the worst books I read is the much-hyped, Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. Yep, I read those three. It is not because of the content because I learned a few tricks and tips here and there. Ahaha! I don't really know if the book depicted BDSM (bondage/discipline, dominance/submission, and sadism/masochism) itself since I have never been interested or even curious about that topic.
The plot is ho-hum. This is the reason why I seldom read pure love stories. My mind don't get stimulated. The characters are bland as well. I don't know. but they are just not that interesting. How can I forget the lines? "Stop biting your lips!", "Good point well made, Miss Stelle/Mrs. Grey", "Oh My!" These are almost present in every chapter. Ughh!
This book is badly written. The author has a writing skill of a novice writer. It makes me feel like I can make my own book and publish it to the world.  I don't want to criticize someone of how bad he/she is in writing because I know I'm not in the position to do so. Just look at my blog? I write things as I would say it. But if you're going to publish your book to the world, wouldn't you think grammar is as important as the story?
This is just my opinion. I'm sorry to the book's fans. I don't understand why a lot of girls would consider this a great book when clearly, it's not. I just hope the movie version would be a lot better.  For those who haven't read the book, I have an e-book (epub) I can share. Just leave me your email addrsss. Read it (if you can bear it) and tell me what you think.

Friday, October 5, 2012

I Want A Boy

Now that I'm a mother of a 15-month boy, the most asked question I get is "When will you plan on baby number two?" Then, a follow up statement of "You should have a baby girl next time. Para quota na." Well, if I get pregnant again, I will not care if it's a boy or a girl. I'll just wish for a normal and healthy baby - that's all. And I'd probably stop at three if it's up to me.

BUT. IF I HAVE A CHOICE, I prefer another boy. Sure, it's really fun to dress up a baby girl and to buy all those pink and purple girly stuff, but in my experience, baby boys are a lot sweeter than girls. Baby boys have a different kind of charm than those of baby girls. Maybe it's also because of the law of attraction. Contrary on what other think, I am actually fond of kids, so I babysat a lot of my younger cousins and even a neighbor in my teens. Boys tend to kiss and hug much while girls tend to kiss and smile a lot. I guess I'm a hug kind of person, huh? Or maybe, I'm just used to a dominantly-male family?
Another reason why I may prefer a baby boy is that baby boys are easy to take care. Not too demanding since they want to do things on their own (aren't girls are like this as well?) You wouldn't have to fuss about an insect bite that may ruin your baby girl's skin in the future, a dark complexion, or a big nose that might make her feel insecure, and so on.

Also, since I looove shopping, how can I possibly resist all the cute baby stuff I've been seeing online and at the mall? It would be better for my wallet and bank account if I have another boy in the future. What will I do with all those blue baby stuff in our closet? =) I also can't think of a cute name for a baby girl. I wanted "Ivanna" before but since a close friend named her baby Yvanna, I couldn't think of a girl name that I really wanted. On the other hand, I have already 3 sets of boy names I want to give my future baby. I know. I am that dense sometimes. =P
I wouldn't have to think about this anytime soon anyway. My husband and I have talked about this already. While we are excited to add to our family, we feel we still have to take and cherish our time as we watch Quino grow up fast and learn new things. That's why, we hope that we'll get visited by the stork again in a year or two. Who knows anyway? Just thinking aloud.