cuddles

the baby girl has rattled the calendar. it's not her routines per se that drain energy. it's the interruptions. the screaming, wailing delays meals, reading, housework. but since she's this adorable tyke ( photographs don't do her justice, speaking like a mother), she's all worth the agonising efforts. she also has a mother who thinks pushing prams is overrated. i can't wait before she can walk. the buggy just takes too much space in public places and jousting for these spaces is an olympic sport in itself. mothers are like vultures. i breed, now go away?

it's an advantage that baby girl is still small enough for the baby carrier ( like the bouncer, truly a life saving device). it was a huge challenge bringing her to the Olympic park during the last event of the Paralympics, hottest day of the year, not so prudent to have less than eight week old infant in tow, we were offered front seats though (proving that the volunteers were saints). now, at 11 weeks, in the early days of autumn, she's a gem.

dolorous

if i have the time i'll try to go through anne hathaway's film catalogue, including the princess diaries. although i'm still on the periphery for brokeback mountain, rachel getting married and get smart ( or the likes). there was a redeeming feature to bride wars, the elegant gowns for instance. i haven't seen les mis at the west end, i wonder how her fantine will fare in the celluloid version amongst cinema goers when it opens later in the year. from what i've seen on you tube, her rendition of i dreamed a dream could be enhanced (or i'm just tone deaf). since i prefer television as a medium these days, i gave the dark knight rises a miss until its digital premiere ( if there ever such a thing).

i haven't read the novel, One Day. but the movie version is quite poignant and sad. it's like another Love Story (1970), only spanning more than twenty years. when it comes to this genre, it's either formulaic or unconventional.  One Day is more creative but far removed from feel-good. if it helps, the leads are both good looking. emma (hathaway) is very hollywood, despite the British setting, her accent is a bit confusing (she still sounds like anne hathaway). whilst jim sturgess' dexter is not too hollow. there's a bit of depth in the screenplay but where's my happy ending? or i'm the one that's hollow?

fair shake

there are a few layers to The Help. there's the aspect of race and equality. there's the essence and psychology of domestic servitude and the relationship with the community. there's the simmering stereotype of roles in Hollywood. we can all leave that behind right now (really heavy stuff) and discuss in brief the movie's discernability .

it may appear it's based on real life's experience but the story is fiction from a novel of the same title. the film is all about the elegant acting of its wonderful cast. viola davis is mesmerising in the title role. you can feel her pain and suffering. we all know from the clips and trailers that octavia spencer provides most of the funny bits and yeah they're maybe hilarious in some levels. with different characterisation and hair colour, i can tell jessica chastain and bryce dallas howard apart. while emma stone, from Superbad to Zombieland to Spiderman is simply prolific. her skeeter may not have the required teardrop moments but she's in the lead.

reprieve

is it a sunny morning? perhaps i'll find out later. i'm maybe devoid of energy. but there's no chance to chill, with chores in between feeding sessions. there are always interruptions while ironing a pile or merely reading a news article, even during mealtimes. but this is only now, time flies as quickly as possible. was it only yesterday i was constantly pricking my fingers and playing Adele's music in a Steve Job's device?

while i'm still playing Adele's songs (my playlist needs updating), i'm no longer pricking my fingers (gtt's normal). but BP is still high, which annoys tremendously. i'm struggling with the balanced diet and exercise (nothing's new). but i'm optimistic, got to be positive. or i would forever be pudgy.

keep 'em coming

there has been a gap in the month's posts. hectic, hectic, hectic has been the overwhelming theme. my organisational skills are non-existent during these sleepless nights.

but i'll figure out the mystifying conundrum. i could do with the writing.

tarry

wasn't able to be more organised than what i would have preferred during the past week or for most of the year. there was this article on procrastination i have been pondering upon for days.
 procrastination and its pernicious compromise on success creates a dent on the self-esteem. i try my very best not to dawdle but it's still a long, arduous struggle.