Shana's Burn Book

But then you came around me,  The walls just disappeared, Nothing to surround me and keep me from my fears. So ever since I came back from the States when I was 7 and lived with my grandma, I was taken cared by a maid . She did my dishes, washed my clothes, cleaned my bed and even cooked for me. I appreciate her and calling her a maid would not be a suitable title for her even though she is paid to be that. She is my caretaker and besides my parents and grandparents, she is a   guardian  to me.  The motif of this post is to remind everyone including myself that the maids that our family hires are humans too and we should actually treat them with respect . This notion sparked in me after witnessing an altercation that happened this morning with my mum's new maid and my step-grandma.  I don't know why but call me crazy, I think that the older generation, you know, the baby boomers , they have the tendency to treat maids like the 13th amendment of the US const...

Cause I can tell you right now, That you will never find the evidence on me, And that's the truth.  So I remember last year, I read an article that shows studies which strongly suggest that what kind of music you like now is heavily influenced on the music you started listening to during your adolescent years. As a journalism student, I would put a link or put a reference but I seriously do not remember the website. My apologies.  The study is not 100 % percent conclusive but I think it works on me. The article said something about when you're 11 or 12, you start to have a grasp of what kind of music you  really like and that sticks to you till you grow up. Yeah you listen to other genres and experiment with new sounds but your favorite type of music will most probably be the same as when you listened when your hormones were raging.  When I was that age, as mush of Britney and N'SYNC as I listen to when I was young, pop rock...