the long grass

reading rubbish up to this point, that's the existence. i won't really call them rubbish, they're quite useful, it's mostly about the Filipino soap, hklm, it's finishing tomorrow, so no more dashing with the chores when i'm about to go to work. twitter has been really helpful this time. there were a few trolls in the comments section of you tube and Facebook, bashing the lead stars. can't please every single individual on this earth.

like the blog, i don't update much on twitter, i don't have many followers. the ones with millions of twitter followers are celebrities. i'm no sleb. i don't even have a thousand friends who matter. the tiny circle is just fine.

facebook meanwhile is such an assistance for all types of friends and family. I'm not posting any thing on the FB wall either, not for a long while, it'll change soon though, bit by bit.

the very young, the ones born decades or much, much later than me are quite adept in incorporating social media into their lives. while i could just untangle my link to the web without tears. that's the beauty of not being able to afford a typewriter during those years of term papers and writing assignments. it was harder to go through life with the messy hard copies and broken finger nails but we survived.

these days, it's all too quick, i'm on my phone, blogging and about to check twitter.

a craving, for siesta

i don't know if it's just the physiology of getting older but i find myself craving for loads and loads of siesta hours these days. a little snooze at midday is all i need to recharge and revitalise the dwindling energy.

but at this point, siesta is more often a dream, when not at work, the few quiet moments when little girl is asleep for a bit longer is few (or never?). the routine revolves around preparing my beautiful girl's solid meals, feeding her and making sure she doesn't enhance any more of her climbing skills. I'm on alert during her every waking second.

so baking, (like polishing our process of making ensaymada) or learning to knit is relegated to the list of future hobbies. if jan is kind enough to bring us another of her masterpieces (the ensaymada pictured above) when she comes to visit, that would be fantastic. she's fab.

perhaps if i promise to minimise if not utterly eliminate time wasting, like reading rubbish in the gossip pages, on the web and social media, knowing that tidying up takes hours, I'll feel refreshed, no need for a few minutes of daytime sleep.

love piaya!

thanks to ofie and her mr. ramos.
the delicacy.

sun screen

summer is almost done. thank goodness (?). although I have affinity towards the light, I'm not comfortable with tons of people in the streets, such an unsociable pariah i am, the antithesis of all the significant people in my existence. yes, I'm a recluse.

now, we're headed towards layers and layers of clothing ( i didn't feel that at 22 degrees earlier under the intense heat of mr. sun). my main coat has been dry-cleaned. the coat ordered from china is nowhere to be found urging me to never buy from e-bay again. i'll reconfigure my jeans, skirts and the handful of dresses, start the sessions of yoga and dancing to shift some weight. but first, a siesta or a lie-in wouldn't hurt. yes, a sprinkle of wishful thinking is comforting.

too fast? rush to the finish

as a judy ann santos fan, I follow/consume her every project. my world stops when she has a soap (as the hubby pointed succinctly) that's only every three years since '07. in ysabella, i rooted for ysay to end up with albert amarillo, that didn't happen. in habang may buhay, we know who was her principal partner but jane losing her life to a rampaging diminutive doctor? the main character dying in the end was innovative but gladys reyes on a killing spree? it's still mind-boggling.

huwag ka lang mawawala, meanwhile, is fast-paced. by the third episode, anessa is married to eros. by the week's end, she's a battered wife. well and good. i can also ignore a few holes in the storyline (whatever become of aling demetria heart condition?, etc). it's mainly eros' motivation that is perplexing, his temper and violence is downright opposite of that guy who made a romantic proposal by stopping a bus. he has no balls to stand up to his father, so he's violent? I'm lost in the psychology of human behaviour. how could he point a gun to a woman who made him happy? i thought anessa and with his wealth as back up, is the love of his life? he vowed to make her pay for putting him in jail, but wasn't he guilty dealing with smuggled diamonds, which she witnessed?

in the highlight scenes, eros not trying to find his wife in the streams, in the kakahuyan with the baby in tow is quite odd. leaving anessa for dead, not knowing the fate of the mother of his child? he might as well pull the trigger. although the smacking, the gun-toting tactics leading to the river shots are also confusing.

for the women empowerment theme, anessa's emotions are consistent. she's tough but she also has fairy godmothers to help her recover from a gunshot wound, learn Krav Maga and get a degree. in real life, fairy godmothers don't usually exist. yes, women should flee from abusive marriages and sometimes, the stories we hear and read, are heartbreaking. if only we could eliminate all the rage that makes men monsters.

as for performances, it's a given that the senior stars are excellent. judy ann santos has the power to control her tears (a drop shines like a diamond) so she's beyond mesmerising (I'm biased). i'd rather watch KC in tweetums roles (you can always show depth without playing an antagonistic part). but she's ready for deeper, meatier portrayals. sam milby oozes appeal despite playing a character with no backbone.
how will the writers rehabilitate eros in the end? if at all. why not stretch this series into 12 weeks? because judy ann has to give way to the young stars of today? i very seldom watch performers below the age of 35. with the advancement in viewing habits, time is precious commodity and I'm just showing my age.