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Today, I woke up during that period of time considered to be the “ungodly hours of predawn.” Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to sleep. Thus, I decided to watch one of the movies I downloaded off the web last week. This movie, I believe, is a critically-acclaimed film, that tells the story of a young girl who lived in Germany during the Second World War.

I found the plot of the film to be slightly similar to that of yet another film set in postwar Germany, called “The Reader.” ...

NOTE: Before you read this entry, take note that I am only talking about the northern hemisphere here--there's a totally opposite thing going on in the southern hemisphere, below the equator, but to avoid confusion, I shall not mention about that in this entry, so please also don't comment about that fact below, because I shall tackle that specific point in a later entry.

I've fond memories of summer in the Philippines as a child. They were ones filled with long hours of gung-ho bicycle-riding, ...