Michelle Pfiefer on Dangerous Minds

[I couldn’t post this on the appropriate date because blogging about the typhoons were best for those times]

No matter how you hate them, when you’re out in the real world setting your own life, there’s this attachment feeling to the lessons learned from teachers.

If in our past lives as students or recent, we’ve had all the difficulty we could imagine from teachers who’ve given us the world to carry on our shoulders—let us be thankful. Somehow, the weight they gave us is most likely tolerable now. We’re able to carry our own new worldly baggage because we’ve developed foundations from our teachers.

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For schoolkids, parents often have this arising envy for teachers. Why? In their development phase in life, they are quite attracted to teachers who give lessons and insights of how they see the world they do not know of yet. So when they get home, instead of hearing “I love my mommy and daddy”, they grow out of it and say “You know what the teacher said?”…

At this stage teachers also teach kids, unknowingly to parents, how to show ways of giving your parents the love and attention they need to. In some parts of the school year, the teacher improvises activities like making poetry, essays, reading books, drawing, singing, memorizing multiplication tables and more. When kids get home, even though they say to parents that their teacher is the best, they really are…because they’re doing their best to teach children how to make their parents proud.

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High School seems to be a very great adversity for teachers. Kids develop angst and attitude. But notwithstanding all the difficulty, teachers at this point in time are well remembered.

I miss my Physics teacher, English teacher, PE teacher and H.E./Basic Architecture teacher. They were the teachers who made so much impact on me. They had biting words. But they were ideal teachers—maintaining professionalism and service at all times.

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College is quite diverse. There are so many teachers. You cannot easily spot the best teacher but you can rarely spot the worst too. But I had a few of those worst ones…

And what they were like gave me a lesson in life— never to follow them. Their teaching is  a reminder to the others and to students who’ll unexpectedly be teachers in the future.

Good teachers in college are fun and their presence is almost short-lived. Fun because they’re giving students the feeling of “I’m ready to blast you off to your future”. You’re almost there, so they’re making it hyped up. So they teach you realism and idealism, how it is confusing, and of course what is in the books and the issues. And you know, that is just a facade. They’re doing so much in the unseen eye. [Using “you” because I’m through with it]

Although it’s not really quite like that… I know we hate 70% of college life because (it just sucks) of thesis, exams, projects, long homeworks all piled up. At the end of it all, it makes us who we are: INSOMNIACS, PARANOID, DELUSIONAL, SOCIAL SUICIDES, UNDER-NOURISHED, LOVELESS [hahaha]

By graduation, you can tap a shoulder from your teachers, look at each other, and then sigh for a long time.

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My mom is a college professor. Every time she comes home from work, I feel guilty for being unfocused sometimes back in school. She tells me of her hard days at work and I laugh at cheating, cramming, PDA’s, riots, truants, failing marks, and more because I’ve been there and I’ve done that. It is a good thing though that she was never my professor. I would have been stiff and miss out a lot in life because of being such a good girl. But she teaches me, “You need to learn how to be evil too so I didn’t work to where you were schooling at and I think you feel the same way.”

But I wasn’t really evil, I was taught well by my favorite teachers in the past. I am passionate about the things I am learning and that matters.

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HAPPY WORLD TEACHER’S DAY, OCT. 5.

P.S. Of course, not everything is as goody goody as what is written here. But let’s just acknowledge teachers.

I think everybody is familiar with defense mechanisms. The idea of it is like this when a certain agitated feeling comes up it’s either you put up a strong guard or a strong mechanism or you put yourself at the most vulnerable point.

There are people who easily see through others who act on their defense mechanisms like most of our parents. They know something is up with us at some certain points in life but they keep it to themselves and indirectly help us move through it. And that’s getting way beyond my point…I just felt like making a metaphor haha.

Last night, after quite a loooong time (say 2 weeks?), I turned on the TV to watch the news. As expected, all the news was about the recent catastrophes. What I didn’t expect was that I became scared shitless and paranoid.

Who isnt? Well probably there are those who aren’t like in some unaffected parts of the Philippines. But sooner they will be too.

I kept thinking about what we are all going through. Luzon seems to be in a very tough condition and with the coming unpredictable storms, recovery will be slower. When Metro Manila was steadily working out its recovery from Ondoy, our brothers and sisters from the other Luzon regions were badly devastated by Pepeng. What a twosome. We’re a waterworld.

I was also thinking of those who’re getting loans from government agencies and how tiresome it is (especially when they’ve claimed it and then the next problem would be how to pay it).

Another thought was Laguna De Bay which is a great water area, here, down south. The government proposal on putting up a sort of appendage from the lake to the Manila Bay through Paranaque seemed to be a good idea. But that seems impossible because of the geography of Paranaque and a back-flow from Manila Bay is possible.

My thoughts were endless while watching what was on TV. I was so distracted from studying.

The news is horrifying. Especially when newscaster, Ted Failon would go “Dalawang bata sa Benguet–PATAY!” It gives off this horrifying feeling that death will come sooner than expected in our conditions now.

The idea of being a misplaced person because of the recent deluge is heart-aching– having put up your life in a home for years only to be shattered at an instant. Now, you’re in ULTRA or any evacuation center with thousands of other misplaced people. That feeling…gah. No matter how many you are huddled together in evacuation centers, it still would feel lonely–misplaced.

While the News beat reporter was showing parts of the still flooded Pasig area. my mom asked me a question with a very obvious answer (while playing RC): “May baha pa rin? How come?”

I answered, “Syempre, pano matatanggal yan kung clogged yung drainage sytem, the garbage that was accumulated during the flood is like super.”

Mom: “Yan kasi, dapat papel nalang ginagamit.”

Me: “Mom, when you use paper you’ll lose trees.”

Mom: “Eh bakit ang plastic san ba galing?”

Me: “Sa trees din? But the thought of cutting them–landslide?”

Mom: “Sabagay. I think they should find a good solution for recent problems and make plans for the future.”

I was thinking: When you cut trees, you can plant new ones but they take a lot of time to grow.

Then I said “I know a solution!”

Mom: “What?”

Me: “Two-child policy”

Mom: “You’re so close to the point, really. Verrrry close.”

Me: “I have a point you know. When you’ve got 2 kids, you’ll lessen consumerism–most of the non-biodegradable stuff. Therefore, lessening garbage and threats of nature.”

Mom: Whatever.

Me: “How about one child?”

You see, that’s defense mechanism. A VERY LONG ENTRY ABOUT IT.

Pasmado Ka Ba?

Don’t go telling people around that you’ve got “pasma”. It is not an acceptable medical condition. It’s a superstition.

Points:

1. Veins that show on the back of your skin is not caused by pasma. The skin on the back of your hand is thin and has little underlying muscle. When you exert a lot of effort your veins will seem to pop or appear.

2. Not washing your hands/your whole body after some tiresome activity will not cause pasma. In fact you need to take a bath to cool down. Your body has been working too hard that its systemic circulation is faster than usual. So relax however you want. Submerging into water is calming.

And do please take a bath after a grimy, tiresome work. You’re terribly dirty at those events, don’t let yourself embrace the risk for infection.

3. Eye tics is not pasma. Do you have one of those feelings when there’s a muscle twitching under your eye? It is caused by and stress. Notice how your muscles will complain after you go running a mile for the first time, it twitches right? That’s the same as your eye tics. Don’t squint a lot or stare for a long long time. Don’t be stubborn if you’ve got vision problems, use glasses or contact lenses. A shut eye is the only remedy for those annoying twitches too.

4. Hands at rest appear to have some tremors. (Like mine, right now) It’s not pasma. It’s the same as number 3. Stress causes your hands to feel like that. Your hands are just telling you to stop overusing them for quite a long time. Well, there are underlying conditions that it may be signs and symptoms to like Carpal Tunnel Syndrome or maybe Parkinson’s. Oh. Don’t worry, you just let your have some rest for some time (CTS only; Parkinson’s is a degenerative neuro disease)

5. IRONING CLOTHES AND WASHING YOUR HANDS AFTER WILL NOT CAUSE PASMA. When you’re ironing, you’re putting a lot of force on your hand so that you can straighten out your clothing. It’s the same premise as number 3.

6. Skipping a meal and turning light-headed, pale, and shivering after is not pasma. Some regions in the Philippines have this belief that not eating a meal may cause you unwanted body feelings. Actually, you’re just out of glucose. You need to eat. STARVING, STARVATION, STARVE is found in the dictionary nowadays.

This Filipino belief is deeply rooted in us. No matter how clueless we really are about PASMA, we still insist on thinking that our TIREDNESS is synonymous to it. Only albularyos diagnose such condition telling us that water brings coldness which is a negative force to our body thereby giving us those symptom of tremors, numbness, and etc.

There are greater conditions that underlie “pasma-esque” condition that is linked to cardiac, neurological, and muscular problem. So now that you know about it, think of ways to prevent such graver consequences.

Let us be modern day creatures because sometimes our superstition makes us stubborn to change.

[Awareness; add your ideas; spread the word]

In the newspapers today, articles have attached how people have been retelling the story of Noah and The Great Flood or Noah and The Ark. Definitely, Ondoy or Ketsana is almost the reenactment of the old Bible story.

What happened September 26, 2009 was devastating. We all woke up to the heavy sounds of the rain on our roof and the water rising inside our households. Some of us suffered darkness despite the time of day. Electricity was cut off on some parts of Metro Manila to provide safety. Communication was also barred. So It was so hard to send messages through text. I was sending messages to some friends who were residing in Bulacan, Marikina and some parts of Manila with slight feeling of guilt. Texting or asking them through online messengers (some of them were online)   “How’re you doing there?” was the only thing that reason told me to do upon that time. But I know the replies would be the same that they’re not fine at all.

For the whole day, families who were lucky to be in places with none of those havoc have confined themselves in the comforts of their intact homes. They’ve got themselves doing the same routine on that weekend despite the weather. I kind of feel the unfairness.

From the results of the survey that has happened yesterday on the damage, 80% of Metro Manila is submerged in water. There are 300,000 plus who are displaced from homes and families; some are missing; some are still stuck on their roofs.  We’ve heard of stories of a Jeepney driver who got himself stuck in Quiapo-ilalim and died; of UERM grounds were the cars were all toppled by the gushing in of flood water; of the San Mateo Bridge surfers and their unfortunate state thereafter; of office-workers who could not come home to their families with old and young people huddled together in the cold night; of celebrities and politicians who were also helpless; of the fragile:  babies and the old-aged people surviving the harsh and biting cold; of students who remained in school for their safety; of people who just couldn’t do anything at all but swallow the grief painfully. There were institutions that were also unable to provide them fully the help they wanted. There are people who have not been given the rescue they’ve all sought out for. To everyone who extended their help, they were almost on the verge of submitting themselves to helplessness but tried to have alternatives.

We are in a state of gloom. This must have been how Noah  felt seeing all the people suffer because of their selfishness. We know that not everyone deserves the state they are in today.

I am well aware that there are people who don’t believe in prophetic judgments. So here goes:

This might not be all about the likeness of the story of Noah because the reality is that this is a consequence of our irresponsibility towards our environment. We’ve actually been told about a lot of the combinations on how and why we experience great calamities. It is very elementary.  This is an aftermath of pollution, kaingin, and bad habits. We’ve heard this all over and over again, yet we are apathetic to take responsibility.

There will be greater floods in the future. This is the first of them for my generation.

A parting question: “Will we still want to remain the same after the Great Deluge?”

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To those who are willing to help victims of Ondoy:

How do you start your day?

Me? I start my day opening emails, reading comments and updates in social networking sites, and posting my own response to anything that goes on. If there is a chance that a friend goes online as early as I am, I’d start on a conversation at any messenger software. After that, I head on to taking my breakfast.

If we press rewind to the years when the term Internet was a remote being. Let say, 1999. My day would have started with a hearty breakfast together with the morning radio shows and a good talk-time with parents. After which, I’d head on to school because I would still be in 5th grade.

Back then, the Internet (that I usually spend 95% of my time during a day, now) was a mystery and taboos usually tag along when you tell me about what you see in it. Slowly, through the years, I’ve become accustomed to almost all that goes in it.

What’s wrong with that?

“Nasasayang na ang oras mo sa kaka-Internet” (You’re wasting your time on the Internet). A friend of mine used to say that. But he finds himself  logging on every day no matter how he regrets that he is wasting his time.  He thinks this has become a problem. And I agreed because I feel the same way.

Let’s face it, it is problematic. But that is just the downside. I believe that there are two-sides of a coin. Hence, in my reasoning, the Internet is both beneficial and troublesome.

We log in to ease tension, destroy boredom, and keep in touch with people. We unconsciously feel happy because we’re unconsciously elevating our mood through browsing  favorite website, reading articles, watching videos, playing games and others in cyberspace.

I remember playing SIMS. Whenever a character tries to play on the computer, the mood status would go up. That’s basically it.

Unfortunately, it becomes problematic when you’re delaying things that you’re supposed to do in real life. The word is procrastination. Honestly, I am procrastinating too. Like, right now.

We usually give ourselves alibis to feed our best friend, procrastination. My alibi now would be: I’m quite stressed out from reading reviewers and studying. So I’m taking a long break: checking Facebook, Tweeting, blogging, and reading manga online.

This is a typical trend. I don’t know if it has become a human behavior. But I believe so. People usually say that  cyberspace has become a part of our lifestyle. We have to admit that this is a stepping stone towards something far more advance in the future. Where are we going anyway?  We’re going up instead of going down (to the past), right? Although, we still love to coil ourselves in the ideals of the past but life is moving forward. Like dreamily stating how fun it used to be when people sent snail mails to each other or getting messages on your beeper or telegrams or discovering other people’s pictures in dusty albums after a long  journey to their houses. Yeah, I romanticize most of the time on how the past must have been really cool. But I prefer the time and the pace I am in now.

We can only bring the influences of the past with us. The Internet is mostly influenced by the past, you know. Of course, it is addictive. Who says it is not? Sometimes, we even leave our computers open the whole day not minding the electricity bill that comes with it.

In the future, this era of being hooked on to social networking, blogging, online gaming and etc would be as ancient like snail mail. There would be  no big deal about electric costs because we might have Solar power.

That is getting way out of my point and it has become very imaginative. What I’d like to end here is that cybespace/The Internet is something that we actually spend our time, knowledge and personality with. It is undeniable that it is beneficial but not totally troublesome at all, actually. The troublesome part comes from us–we can’t control ourselves.  Getting hooked on it is not a disease or something that you’ll eventually have to look for an Internet Anonymous Association. You can live with it or without it. Just put thing things in moderation, capiche?

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Home Sweet Home by Gemini-Soul

“I can’t believe it,” My mom starts, “It’s been 3 years since we moved to the apartment. And we’re actually living in Metro Manila. Who actually knew about that?”

Well, yeah. It’s been 3 years and time would just pass by so fast that when you notice it, you’ll realize how much has happened even though you complain that nothing has ever happened and everything was harsh.

I. We are movers.

I have to admit, I really have no place to call my permanent house with my permanent room, a permanent kitchen, dining or living room, and a permanent address. For all my life, I have been exposed to moving after 3-4 years or maybe with another extra year. We didn’t intend it to be that way, I just noticed that somehow we couldn’t stay long at a place like all my friends and their families are.

I’ve frequently moved from place to place as far as I could remember; from my grandparent’s place, to a small underground home, to my grandmama’s house, to Cagayan De Oro: where we moved three times before settling at a concrete house with 2 rooms. Then moved back again to my grandparent’s place in Bohol and then had a real house with legal papers that implied my mother’s ownership on it. I was High School when I felt the comforts of a real home.

But High School is just 4 years and after which you have to go to college somewhere far off. And so I prepared for it. We first picked out a dorm in Cebu where I would have studied for college. But then, I landed at my Aunt’s house in Paranaque a few weeks later. I had agreed to study at a nearby University and live with their family. It was my official breakaway from a parent to live with a different kind of parent/guardian. I took 2 rides from home to school (which was UPHR, Las Pinas) everyday during my 1st year and 2nd year. Eventually, I started having issues at our home in Paranaque, so I went to look for an apartment. Thereby, after 3 years… I am still living in the same one that I found at my time of desperate need. Back then, my mom didn’t agree that I wanted to live alone. So she resigned at the university she was teaching for a long while at in Bohol to be with me here in our apartment in Las Pinas.

II. Unimaginable strength

What is hard about moving around places is  the fact that we are only two in the family, me and my mom. You could just imagine how many times we’ve carried heavy stuff  or go to the great ordeal of transporting one heavy object to the new place and then going back to get the others by ourselves. Sometimes we hire movers if we have the finances to support that. Yet  there was one particular move that we had no money to hire movers. That was when we transferred to Cagayan De Oro.

In my part, it is awkward to do this more than any normal child could do. There’s that gnawing feeling when your friends see you moving a lot. It would create a connotation of some sort about your family and your upbringing. But I never actually complained about this. Not now, not ever.

I know, in a few months or maybe within the next year, we’ll be moving again. In the long run, when I will settle for a place my own I’d make sure I’ll really settle in. But I’m open to change. Some time in that future, we’ll move again but this time when people are ready.

III. Greater Outcomes

What was interesting about moving to places is that I never miss school or felt that I had no friends at all just because I was new. I was able to have friends and undergo my childhood in some kind of broken scheme that came out with a very strong outcome. My personality was flexible and adaptable. Moving to places gave me more insight to the surrounding I had.

The last interesting thing about moving around and having a no permanent address is that when mom and I talk about the people and the experiences we had, there are tons of stories we remind each other and tell again and again. Without mathematical estimation or sort, a mover’s story is a lot better than those who have always had permanent addresses their whole lives.

This was the kind of book with the right taste of romanticism and with a very respectable style. I was asked if I were to compare it to Twilight or fantasy stories from Nora Roberts, well…they’re good in their own way but this far beyond what I usually expect from a story.

The story of Henry DeTamble and Claire Abshire seemed to be ordinary. But with one huge twist: Henry is a Chrono Displaced Person a.k.a an involuntary time-traveler. Even though the Claire and Henry’s love story officially starts when they meet in Chicago when Henry is 28 and Claire is 20, their actual story started when Claire was 3 years old and Henry in his mid-life. When they meet in Chicago, Claire insists on that she has known Henry in her whole life. Henry was caught up with her and then fell in love with her eventually. Claire knew of course that he could time travel and would go on missing for a lot of times.

A lot of complexes happen when they become married that includes child-bearing on Claire’s side and Henry’s increasing number of disappearance. The climax becomes very heart wrenching when Henry finally understands how he dies and when would Claire see him again after his death.

Time is the essence of the story from the writing board, to submission, to distribution, to becoming a best-seller, to the contents, and everything else. Other than that, Time mattered to Henry and Claire.

1. They have to make use of it because Henry would disappear some time of the day.

2. Henry does not make time-slipping an excuse to spend every moment together.

3. Time told Claire to wait for Henry no matter what it took.

4. Henry helped Claire to find him through time.

5. Time gave Henry the hope to have a child.

6. Time gave them hope at all times.

Author, Audrey Niffenegger, initially intended the book to be a graphic novel. She was devastated with love when she started to write the book but had a flash of thought on the idea of a time-traveler’s wife.  According to critiques, it is like a metaphor to the thought of how two people falling in love or not could feel like they’ve known each other their entire lives.

People constantly argue about the genre of the book when it is presented as a mix of Sci-fi and Romance. But Audrey says it may be Sci-fi -ish but it is not intended to touch on any of the ideas of science just the thought of how two people in love can stand the test of time, literally.

I was thinking about a lot of related literature on the book, I thought of “The Butterfly Effect”. Up to now, I’m still thinking how to put words into it. All the “what if’s” that make this story connected to the theories of the Butterly Effect but then it’s too scientific.

Let the book be romantic as it is.

All in all, it was a very superb, passionate book.

The currents take me up a height for quite some time but  I roll back due to some ground activity. Some kid fish came to me one day and said I looked like a happy rock at the bottom of the ocean. Then she ate me up and puked me out  immediately when I reached her tastes. I guess I tasted different because she sped crazy into the wilderness of the ocean after.

I sit on this ground looking up at that light above me. I am bored to death but death doesn’t come to those who are intended to be bored their whole life.

It is quiet at the bottom of the ocean. I don’t quite see large creatures since I was  taken by the current last time at another height. I quite enjoyed the ride up but it ended all too soon. I begin to think that it never happened and I never moved from my last spot.

I wish other rocks could talk to when they’re beside me. But everybody seems to be distant.

Life should pick me up and throw me into some land. The trajectory travel would be awesome. Although the landing would probably hurt, I don’t really care.

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I feel like a rock. I am bored.

Everything is metaphorical, btw.

I have no memory of the late President Corazon Aquino in her stay at the topmost position of the Philippine Government. All History lessons and books could do were supplement the intensity of the time when she stood up to overthrow the dictatorship of Ferdinand Marcos. A gentle woman facing a ferocious man.

Her influence during that time was like a fairytale to every empowered Filipina. By reading those History books, I felt proud to be a woman and a Filipino as well. Although, her term was quite brief and her regime was bombarded with a lot of critics and attempted coup’s, she stood strong against all of it aided by her devotion in prayer.

I planned yesterday to go to Manila Cathedral today and pay respect to Tita Cory. But I was so preoccupied with the silliest things that I have eventually forgotten about it not until my mother when she came home and asked me why I didn’t go. I replied the silliest answer, of course–”facebook”.

To compensate for my lost opportunity, I watched the delayed telecast of Tita Cory’s Eulogy on Studio 23.

Watching it, it is evident that when people die all the good things are always remembered. It is but natural to die carrying all the good things other people can recall about you. {Insert St. Peter and entering heaven pun here}

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My mother recalled how vicious her time as president was. She was indeed feminine in the world of man’s game–politics. There were a lot of controversies in her bureau. Problems were piling up and people thought she could not handle it because she was like [or just] a leeway for change in governance. There were those who took her trust and abused it. If I were to be in those awful shoes during that time, I would have been terribly guilty as conscience tells me how I have  hurt the mother who saved us from the reigns of dictatorship.

Yet like a traditional woman, she prayed for those who hurt her and for the country not to be mislead by anything unjust and totally evil. God sustained her until she gave her position to Fidel V. Ramos. She was sustained even more after her regimen.

With all transitions going on in the country, she stood beside the ideals of democracy and the people.

Like a fitting mother, she held us close to her heart at the times of troubles. She presented herself during Erap’s downfall and the overwhelming Edsa 2. When Hello, Garci! became a headline in every paper–she didn’t shut herself out and be oblivious to the truth. She asked Gloria Arroyo to step down. Up to the recent almost silent ZTE deal controversy, she gave her support to a man who told us the alleged truth–Jun Lozada.

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What is it with this great Filipino woman whom as a nation in continuous confusion, chaos and deep complacency we run to? If you view her thoroughly, she is quite traditional: resolving problems with the aid of prayer, non-violence, and other peaceful negotiations. She’s some sort of cross-link from Jose Rizal to Mother Teresa.

I believe she has the compassion that is why we run to her. She has genuine concern and love for the country. In that same category Mother Teresa, Jose Rizal, Gandhi and a lot others come together. [insert: Problem is, we only know their worth when everything is done.]

When Kris Aquino said on TV that she was her mother’s  prodigal daughter. We were also like a prodigal nation to her.

We question now that she’s gone: who will we turn to at the midst of our troubles? Who will be there to tell us “Anak ng Bayang Pilipino, Laban!”?

The answer lies in us. We will be echoes of her greatness. Our children will learn from her when we inculcate the characteristics she had. We will be able to fight for democracy fully as we remember her when we do that. If such a time when the people of this country and governance is in a void, we can no longer see her but we will feel her in the our chest fighting for what is right for the country.

We will truly miss her presence. The country mourns for a loss of a great mother.

Let all issues, controversies, and sacrifices she experienced for the country rest among the islands of the Philippines. We shall carry it and fight for everything she has done good for the country. We must let Tita Cory rest in peace.

So I went on with my internet research on this young actor. Suprisingly, he is English, he is a Virgo and he is 21. Not so young and not so old either–is very preferable for any fans my age.

Another fact on Augustus Prew is that he played the role of Ali in About a Boy with Hugh Grant way back in 2002. He was that confused boy who’d hang out with this stranger thereby making a lot of complication later and a rather amazing climax of a story.

And another: if you google for images of Augustus Prew…you’ll find the internet database with only a few images of him. Could someone leak more?

Moreover, from the video above, he looks like some kind of sweet shy type actor from how he is responding to the woman behind the camera. But I guess, it’s just probably the nerves getting on him with all the people asking for autographs or some protocol.

What I’d like to see in years to come is that he’d get better roles. He’s got the making of good actor antagonist or an actor for a love-story movie. He’s still 21, he’s got a lot to learn.