Notes

Just for my reference.

livened up the proceedings

with a picture of food.

I'm supposed to trawl the web, to read the opinion pages of news papers but I don't have a signal in the cafeteria. I can't check Twitter. I can't read anything. Tomorrow, in another day of marching to the Nursery, I'll bring my magazine, although my copy of Vanity Fair is heavy, I'm strapping my toddler, instead of using the pram.

In this day and age, it's a nightmare to drag small children across zones in London without a car. We're car-less, without a private mode of carriage, on the edge of poverty. Can't drive. Can't manoeuvre past walking distances without utilising public transport. When our child screams in the trains or buses, people look in disdain. I was trying to dig deep and remember if I was ever scornful towards buggies in buses and I reckon it's the other way around, those pram-pushing mothers behave with a sense of entitlement. That's my space, get out. From within, they scream, "I breed, therefore I am."

Being such old hag, I feel the opposite. That is why these days, if I can manage, I seldom use a buggy. Imagine tube stations without lifts? How to navigate the stairs with a stroller? Wait for a stranger to help? I find that awkward, both ways.

harmony

The procrastinator within my psyche urges me to lie down in bed, relax, not to do any chores, after seven in the evening. Besides little daughter wakes up early and getting to bed before the clock strikes ten should be good. But.

As I said, I have chores, especially those I couldn't do when my cutie is awake. Like ironing for hours, or merely tidying up, moving from room to room, picking up morsels of messiness.

I thought I should be good to read or blog. But not quite. I try to keep up with the current issues, formulate opinions. We need to think in this world.

Basically I've come to grips with the topic of differences -- war, peace, cultural and lifestyle divide. Some simply couldn't accept that we differ in beliefs and religions. Some gets too greedy, or nonchalant. Some wants too much power. We live in the same planet despite economic disproportions. Shouldn't we at least co-exist without hatred? Isn't now the time to find balance between countries and entities?
tbc.

hoover then laundry

Peppa Pig likes the word boring. "A vase is a boring present for grandma and grandpa Pig, " she says. While I often use the word to describe myself. Although it takes a lot of time and patience, it seems there's no room in my life to socialise. Hoovering awaits, the laundry is piling up, the photo books needs to be laid out with trims and baby hues.

But...

I get sidetracked. By activities I should do after I've done all the chores, such as tinkering on my mobile, looking at the crap that's on twitter, all the rubbish. It's mightily hard to iron while a toddler is all awake and has no fear to touch any thing she fancies, like a hot iron. So I wait till she goes to sleep. By then I'm super tired.

theme

these are such lovely presents from auntie vanessa. we gave alexandra a tiny fairy book with sounds. in return, we got a myriad of items. some people are just too kind.

home made

there are so many ways we can do with sushi. thanks to my efficient hubby. time to indulge in my fondness for this food art.

no twists, no turns

photo credit

 Huwag Ka Lang Mawawala has been over for more than a week and I'm wondering about an alternate ending. The shortest Judy Ann Santos soap ever left me gasping for a little bit more polish to the development of its lead characters. But television is a writer's medium. They control the reins and if they want to make an advocacy out of Eros and Anessa then we should have seen a far better presentation of women empowerment. To make it more convincing, it would have been prudent to shatter the chemistry between the two leads from the beginning rather than the wooing and cooing amid the photogenic backdrop of the asinan.

As it turned out, Eros became the villain du jour during the finale week, pushed towards the loony bin after the denouement at the rooftop. He reminded me of the Piolo Pascual character in Esperanza The Movie. I get his dad Romulos' ( Tirso Cruz III is so damn brilliant) inducement but Eros' kind of wavers with his emotions.  He loves, he beats up the mothers of his sons, he's a good father, he pounced Anessa's brother Leandros to smithereens.

As for Anessa, she stood her ground with her martial arts skills, maybe that's a good thing for the so-called advocacy  bad for that bit of romance. In another storyline, she could live happily ever after with her son's father. But for now, it's curtain call to 10 weeks of streams with plot by plot coverage on twitter and instagram uploads from some cast members that is only all too prescient for the ordinary viewer.