Raising Sweet Men

Gawd... the titles I write lately...

Two nights ago my brother asked me which is the "more mature" type of man: a) one who just goes after 1 particular girl, [to the utter bewilderment of his peers] or b) one who keeps his options open [which translates in my head as... MARAMING PINOPORMAHAN]. He even has this funny opening like,

"So... you're a girl... <insert question here>."

Now that I think about it, I don't recall actually giving him a straight answer; instead I asked him why he was asking and who said what, and it turns out his guy friends are pushing man-type b. And I respond with something like,

"Hmmm. I dunno, that kind of guy, like the torpe guy, is so <nakakainis> ... ewan, what's the word?..."

And he goes, "wussy?"

And I'm like yeah. That's it. <I'll leave connecting the dots to you.>

And he paces around, thoughtful, and goes on... "It's not a matter of being practical <pace, pace, pace, pace>... I just can't do it that way!"

AND I AM AMAZED. And proud :). My little brother is a romantic! Against peer pressure too! Isn't that sweet?

He's good-looking too. See picture below. That girl he's making porma to better be worth it.






:D Not that us big sisters will interfere...

Implicit Learning

What an awfully boring title.

Anyway, the [annual] company tourney just started last Wednesday, June 20. I think everyone's heads is full of badminton, if not work...

Two years ago, when I first started here, I would have classified myself as a level 4 player. With only 2 levels in discussion, and 1 being the higher level, you can imagine where I stood in 2005. It's a wonder LE didn't feel like murdering me when I was his playing partner against JC and someone I can't remember. Now... GS actually almost assigned me to level 1, and I haven't even been practising in the interim.

So, despite losing my first game I guess all in all, I'm happy. It appears I actually learned something I hadn't realized my body was studying. Given that I'm the kind of student who only got 1.0 (or close) in P.E. when it was PE 101, which had written requirements, or PE-stretching when the teacher was pregnant and so asked for uh... written requirements, it's a pretty big thing :D

Now, I need to work on actually running after the shuttlecock.