portions of goodwill

chosen winners at the 2010 Primetime Emmy Awards --

Jim Parsons - Best Actor - Comedy (the big bang theory)
Thrilled to bits with this, I'm like slave to an episode of The Big Bang Theory every single day. The geeky dialogues are illuminating and Dr. Sheldon Cooper is such an adorable genius.

Archie Panjabi - Best Supporting Actress - Drama ( the good wife). Kalinda is cool wearing those towering boots and I watch The Good Wife.

Not bad for Bryan Cranston, third straight Emmy for Breaking Bad. I'm disappointed Hugh Laurie didn't win, as usual. Julianna Margulies went home without the trophy but presented George Clooney with a Humanitarian Award. Yummy.

pendulums

there are bad days and some good days. yes, we have mood swings. we can all have a go at the dart board, or stuffed doll using needles, or throwing a pair of scissors to the object of our disgust. why are we flabbergasted again?

screwball tonic

The thing about old movies is not only they're mostly in black and white, but the actors enunciate properly. The rapid fire dialogue in His Girl Friday may be too fast in today's comedy but sure sounds smart and eloquent. Cary Grant is suave debonair as a newspaper editor while Rosalind Russell as competent reporter means business. Yes, women worked just as hard as men, even during the thirties, there's none of those glorified housewife roles. The film is almost a romantic comedy but only just, nonetheless still titillating. Ah the magic of old Hollywood.

melon medley

Drenched in Sunday rain.
Getting cold. Indulging in bliss.
Talking crap.

H drama

The hostage drama that ended with eight Hongkong nationals being killed in a tourist bus was truly and utterly sad. Much more significant than Venus Raj non-answer. We all have ideas on what could have been done. I didn't even know there was drama until I opened facebook.

But first Ate Maria, "Oy narinig mo, may hijack daw sa atin?"
(did you hear there was a hijack at home?)

"Anong hijack eroplano?" (what hijack, airplane?)

"Hindi bus." (No, bus).

"Paanong maha-hijack ang bus? (how can a bus be hijacked?)

Then the conversation ended, and the subject after the fact is never discussed again ever. There's nothing we can do. This is an isolated incident, with the ramifications huge for the tourism industry. But a lot less bravado would be a treat.

from the window

Good London weather is class. After the rain of the fortnight, it's time to reinvigorate and consider the possibilities of the weekend. Or I could stay home and mull over the endless, unforgiving gush of blood.

spurs be the glory

TH 4 YB 0 (6~3 aggregate)
COYS!

who's timid?

after lurking, not particularly behind the shadows, in facebook, i'm conveying my thoughts here, in this portal of likes and dislikes. my "i" key is fucked in this tiny e-book. not too severely, it just doesn't respond to light touch. but somehow still viable, i just have to retype some of the words containing the letter " i".

as for drama, i'm physically withered from the gruelling processes in the day job. it's hard work in the factory. i know from sleeping with a pen pusher, how wonderful it is to wallow, to stare at computer screen, walk around the building, attend meetings, outline policies, delegate, but the absence of humility is appalling. who wouldn't want to sit in the cushion of comfort? however just examining deeply the microcosms and compartments of the network would somehow teach the powers that be to emphatize. but no, we chose to suffer the indignities, now shut up?

allay

knackered to the fore.

from daily artwalk

from tita wan's blog --- daily artwalk

strain, again

my eyes are in torment. i was up late reading nothing and everything in the web. actually, i didn't cover all the bases. haven't updated my high school alumni page for almost a year. a few offsprings have been added to the family. it's like a mob, this so-called family, in turmoil. when are the issues going to be resolved? soon, perhaps. hopefully, not never.

been reading a lot of about secrecy, identity fraud on facebook. it happens. i was once charged more than two hundred quid for apparels that were twice as large for my size, size 36DD brassiere? Duh? and they were apparently ordered after my father's funeral back home. that was prior to joining facebook. all the more reason i seldom use my full name in any social networking site. i want to erase my friendster account but friendster got me hooked on blogging. so can't, unless i'll import (and export?).

wedding1

wedding

wedding song -- chasing cars by snow patrol

idyllic

Wherever is the superior calyculus of my brain, it has gone messing. Totally battered from days and days of asking favours with swaps (thanks Emmanuel!) for days off, work itself and party.

The party was great. I like hotel furnishings, even if it’s The Travel Lodge or the Premiere Inn, it’s always a far cry from my clutter at home. The Four Pillars was a maze but it was beautiful.

Congratulations to the happy couple, Tom and Kat. And no, those Scientologists are just namesakes. The boat setting was surreal. Love is such a gift.

My swing was rusty during the dance. Totally sober despite the alcohol refills.

nausea

All of a sudden, the touch phone grinds to a halt. I grind to a halt. Wouldn't it be nice to just stay in bed for another hour than endure the journey in the fast motorway?

spurs wedding

truncated

Missing the long days already.

weekend scene

waiting for the train

study or bust

Every time I view The Big Bang Theory, I'm kind of reminded of my struggles with physics and its many dimensions. As a teen, the hormones and pheromones consume the existence. The thought of crushes, infatuations, attractions consume the day. I kind of rue those ruminations, I should have allotted my time on reading, studying and furthering more research into the assignments.

However, I was fundamentally weak academically and that was before the internet era, it was the city library or bust. Our curriculum, specially senior year in high school was all about math - trigonometry, advance algebra, physics and applied physics.

The other subjects were easier, not requiring as much concentration but still, memorisation is hard work. A natural brainiac wouldn't have any problems. I was always late in physics first period because of a guy, who completely ignored me. He wasn't worth it. I realised it too late.

kobbi's do

Hillton Hotel, South Cobham
England

mint

Have taken a sabbatical again, several days away from keyboard and touch screen doing the laundry and pondering over the usual whims. As with the norm, clutter accumulates and befuddles the consciousness and then an epiphany, points of random conversations that attract an assortment of personalities spring to mind. In the midst of chitchat, what makes one vacuous? What substantiate for quality? Is it the depth of words, the significance of trivia, the extent of knowledge, the stunning achievements, the admirable talents, the undeniable charm? I go for the kind, unassuming voice. A good heart and generosity of spirit not only pommel wealth or knowledge, but offers a more soothing relief from inner conundrums, I reckon.

sugary relish

Recent encounters with chocolate fudge sundaes in Sky movies has allowed myself to reminisce about periods in my not too long ago twenties. Fine, they were like a decade and so ago. Yes, I feel very ancient compared to today’s twenty-somethings. But the maturity and so-called wisdom acquired through the years of living off hardships, scrimping and sadness still allowed me to be a little bit optimistic.

I was a young graduate of 21, fresh off the board exams, when I first viewed While You Were Sleeping, I reckoned it was such a sweet story. Sandra Bullock’s wholesome features and her character’s nuances like bad hair day and shabby fashion sense made her relatable. Then there was the choice between the gorgeous brothers Callaghan. It’s a fantasy story line. However, it could happen, no matter how farfetched.

Another saccharine condiment that makes good viewing especially for impressionable women is Notting Hill. Seen after a different glimpse of living and upbringing of young overseas Filipino workers in Singapore, I just probably enjoy the sappy soundtrack. But the plot could occur or it would be beyond the vestige of reality. Yes, Julia Roberts could circulate amongst the earthlings, in this case, Notting Hill resident William. But Notting Hill is posh anyway. It’s not the council estates. It’s a place where the really loaded owns a property and Hugh Grant only plays reincarnations of public school boys in his movies, that posh accent could never fool anyone.

collage2

haze

Missed jotting on this page for a few days. Was more engrossed with the blitz than forming words into sentences and paragraphs. It's calming to engage in web hibernations for close to a week every month or so, less likelihood of falling into the banality pit, fewer chances of information overload, if there ever such a thing. Just wanted to rest my eyes from the glare. But couldn't really as still trapped in the crossfire of the blitz.