cabin fever 2

i tire very easily these days. trustingly, i wouldn't be exhausted tomorrow, turning 38 and such. on the downside, i have to write the minutes of a meeting which occurred a hundred years ago. pushing pens is extra work for manual labourers like me. it'll be something to do during the weekend.

i know it's lesser stressors than usual. but i find it more useful to dress up and go somewhere. but the past week has been more about waiting for post deliveries. the souvenirs are still in the depot. i ordered them on time of course. stuff just get messy. but no sweat, have to focus on the days ahead. no more cabin fever. i could only read so much about the eurozone, syria or political upheavals everywhere.

cabin fever

we need conversations in our lives. not just any other run of the mill conversations but there's always the insatiable pursuit of profundity. i know i have highly-talented friends. they could conjure the best meals and pastries ever while i don't have the patience for cooking lessons. they're also shoulders to lean on when their schedules permits. although i wait forever for texts replies.

there shouldn't be comparisons amongst friends, colleagues, neighbours or you'll never be happy. some are richer, replete with all the bling-bling. others are more successful in business and career. most are more fertile. we need empathy in our lives. by now, i know which one tends to compete. i just simmer or i scream really loud.

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not including today, i had an early morning snooze the past two days. it has become even more challenging to get out of bed, to stand up from a chair or even to take a 100 meters walk. the sun is shining at this juncture, maybe until the afternoon or whenever, not really that concerned. the stump of tiny feet from upstairs, is gone for a month to chill with the folks in good old former iron curtain or so i heard. it's quieter during the day. but they have friends move in temporarily, who also love to display their washing in public. as the hours are not exactly inundated with drizzles, let us see.

i want to do some heavy cleaning but it's next to impossible. i'll be trying out some recipes later. my birthday snack menu is still in the process of reckoning. some of my invitations are still with me, maybe by tomorrow i could distribute to the remaining invitees.

the summer solstice is already next week. the days would become shorter, the status quo of longer nights would fall back into place. our area is still on hosepipe ban. i'm hoping for abundance of rain during winter, to fill the water reservoir, stop the water companies from moaning too much. it's gloomy during winter but i'm hoping this year, the array of clothes would be sensational and lift up the spirits. from here until august though, in the topic of fashion, i guess Kate Moss is right (about summer-wear, not wife-wear).

now, let's check the BP and savour my newly- arrived Olympic tickets and travel cards.

on the 10th

so manny pacquiao lost in a split decision, his first defeat in seven years. since it was shown (or streamed) in such ungodly hour, UK time, it was a relief  i was asleep. i wonder if Bing was there in the ring (rhymes) during the introductions. enough of politicians and some Filipino slebs out there in Vegas, all smiles for the cameras at the after party, ready to display their clout, the i've been to Vegas i must be rich and important brigade ( i should really stop glancing at the society pages).

being a boxer is of course only one of pacman's many roles. he's a tv star and he serves his people as a congressman of saranggani. undertakings which are by-products of his being a boxer. he's got an entourage. i always wonder about men and their entourage or boys and their barkadas. as if their lives would be incomplete without their alalays. manny's rep is probably still intact, i saw some unofficial media score cards where he was ahead in almost all 12 rounds. there could be a rematch or he could just retire and conduct his daily prayer meetings in earnest.

 one-on-one sports (including chess and darts) are 50-50 propositions. an upset is part of the grand plan. but the pacquiao saga is also part of twitter race relations. i read (was it in March or April?) from Tyrone's (a mayweather fan) tweet that pacman has no defense and he's a so-so boxer. i don't want to bring stereotypes or how fast a person walks into the argument. but it's obviously there and we compete through our flags, national anthems, continents and shapes of our eyes.

laze

just reading and planning next to nothing kills the mood certainly in this rainy month of june, though i should avoid salty snacks (pictured). for the first time in a lifetime, i don't mind the downpour. the jubilee celebrations are almost over, the sight of camilla waving to the crowd at Buckingham Palace has never been a hallmark moment, even during the wedding of 28th April '11. anyway, stayed away from all the hoopla at the Thames or the television coverage. spent most of my time sleeping as i do every single day, channelling a lot of karl pilkington of the ricky gervais show, taking a breather from stressors. promised myself to find a project minus the huffing and puffing, that means no heavy lifting or hoovering.

i was glued to the BBC news channel for the eurozone updates. i could see how Spain succumbed to bad loans, we had an ultra-cozy train ride from Seville to Madrid in 2011 -- nice stations, excellent transport links, why not for the fourth largest economy in Europe. while in Greece, all the bars provide a little bit extra; cushy sofas, complimentary tasteful nibbles; cheaper public transport than most European countries.

there's also the sensitive issue of Syria. kofi annan's speech at the UN this afternoon contributed greatly to my snoozing. that was mainly because of tiredness, nothing to do with mr. annan's soft voice as he was uttering his speech.

hop, skip, hop

dropped by Westfield in Stratford for the cute guy's birthday. i like malls and shopping centres, as long as they're not crowded or deluged with strolling teens. the branch in Shepherd Bush is actually bigger and gives way to breathing. although, if we didn't go to Stratford, we wouldn't be able to peek at the Olympic Stadium and the Athletes Village. there would be loads of people during the Olympics. the tubes would be rammed, as in more jam-packed than during the rush hours or usual weekends.

 i'm just moaning because i don't live any closer to the Olympic grounds.

as if

it's such a shame that her detractors are signing for petition for her not to be considered as judge in the international court of justice. the term Brenda is back again. this usually happens when she doesn't go with the flow, when she chooses the unconventional route, when she's too eloquent, too knowledgeable. but at least, she's never been boring, not even during her stint in the commission of immigration. to answer joy's query in those heydays of whether to open the envelope in late 2000, are you still in awe? not really, but after a bevy of presidential campaigns in the 90's and winning and losing senate seats, and pissing off the quiet, non-cerebral throng, it has been a good career.

this is a refreshing take on the lady in this article.
what's your beauty regimen? "you gotta be kidding (laughs)?"
what is your preference when it comes to fashion? "i don't spend any time thinking about fashion."

this blog is also very positive.