trolls?

when i last posted a comment on JZ's blog ( ages ago), it wasn't published. it was about the link between show business and the old Etonians and Oxbridge hybrids. it wasn't derogatory, the author just thought it was a contrasting opinion and it might smudge the essence of her piece. but trolls not moderated properly for this celebrity's blog? poor girl. her theme is very light, mostly travels and food. it's refreshing to read articles from mainstream media personalities. most slebs probably litter their writing with dangling syntax. we'll never know because we seldom read their columns or blogs not slashed mightily by well-intentioned editors. they're mostly performers but a little bit of good blogging would add gravitas. this young lady sings, acts, compose songs. she has style. she is on a daily noontime show (which I have never seen). she has more than a million twitter followers (fewer than most of her contemporaries) but compared to the rival which most of the acerbic curmudgeons identify (would love to say the B word), she is not masa and in the social media age, that not even megastars are spared from haters (come to think of it, just an online article provokes anger), she gets hit by arrows and extremely sharp knives. yet, she doesn't make patol (speaking like ate Shawie) or stoop to such low levels.

true talent

these are tita two's creations. they're gorgeous. they look so beautiful for this page.

hello, page

has it been weeks? days? all I know is there was a moment when all I did was read and scroll web pages the past week. I couldn't seem to blog. there was will but the path to actually proliferate the screen with words has been obfuscated by soothing little girl's cries and wails. like right now, I have to change baby clothes and let her nap or she'll scream 'till kingdom come.

brb.

an hour and a half

I've been hibernating for more than an hour in a quiet, serene corner. Little girl is asleep in the cot next to me. I'm tired but slowly recharging my energy to tackle a few more kitchen work. I should be finishing the baby's photo book. I still need a few more pictures to upload from hub's phone for its completion.

This week I've been percolating about the culture divide, why it's so difficult for some people to practice courtesy, politeness, a little bit of manners. I throw a strop more often than I would like but I'm prudent enough to adhere to my mom's words in perpetuity. Smile. Be friendly.

It's hard for some, behaving with complete and utter snobbery towards those not in their peer group, as if they're Royalty and we have to bow and curtsey. Is it pride? Vengeance for sins of centuries past or the simmering tension of integration? They were raised in a loud, chaotic abode? Their school system was all about the noise? I don't know, a simple smile would do.

In social media, we have to be vague or we could hurt ardent allies, real or imaginary. But we observe, we take down notes and proceed with caution. In the daily briefings, we know whom to like, that's a more basic instinct.

snow, snooze

the courtyard directly facing our apartment block looks anorexic, just reacting to the snowstorm, blizzard or the droplets of snow-rain that proliferate the entire year or was that yesterday? it was snowing in London in April. i need more jackets. i need to send my main cold-weather textile to the dry cleaners. but i can't, since it's still winter in April.

the cold weather is conducive to sleep, which i hardly do because my routine is compartmentalised. thus there's a debate within my circadian rhythm.

there's a task every minute. i can't do them all. like right now, the baby needs feeding. gtg.