stocking presents from Santa

aching heels

Wrapping presents is exhausting.  Add to that the stress and tension of going through the eternal cycle of the laborious routine, all I want to do is snooze.  But I couldn't.  

So as 2015 closes, after the noche buena, I reminisce my activities in 2015 like viewing a few Amalia Fuentes movies from half a century ago and hoping she'll be able to rehabilitate from her stroke.

There was also the Aldub phenomenon and the pair's refreshing concept of kilig. Hope they scale more heights but keep both feet on the ground as fame is certainly fleeting.  It's a competitive world out there.  

I want to find time.  It's hard, with the toddler mess and curiosity.  But there will be a way.

dec, dec the halls

I like that picture of Hyde Park.  Being the eternal recluse, I very seldom go out and enjoy the views. We dropped by Winter Wonderland on Wednesday.  It was just any other fair with rides and overpriced amenities and meals.  It's a treat for the little girl.  She had her fun.  She got on the kids rides even though she's so tiny.  Height is a requirement.  Then we traipsed to the Disney Store in Bond Street.  I love Disney Stores.  I can just stare and stare at the Frozen display or get to contemplate on a purchase of another Minnie Mouse soft toy.  If only Daisy Duck is not the double the price of Minnie, it would have been a more exciting venture.

A week before our sojourn in crowded London, I was bed-bound, very sick with a cold; coughing and spluttering.  Ah, the sadness.  I have to look after my blood pressure.  I have to eat only salads.  I haven't had a proper rice since the GP visit on Monday.  I eat here and there; bread, fried noodles, even the dreaded and fatal complex carb such as candy floss.  Ah, life.

Now I've got to sign my Christmas cards, we're so late this year.  Apologies to our intended.  

read, think, absorb

When it comes to light reading, London has a few free stuff.  They're mostly distributed at Tube stations.  And for the past six months I've not managed to read those that I've received.  I should be  reading. (Or baking).  But I couldn't find the time.  I've been tired.  I was doing this or tidying the clutter. I wonder if it really takes forever to make everything organised.  I don't know.

a:w

💗💗💗

If only the world is much, much kinder, there wouldn't be a lot of hatred in our midst.  Surely, we live in challenging and dangerous times.  We could always reflect and meditate.  

My little world sometimes seem off tangent from the bigger picture.  But it's nonetheless my world, with all its worries in craft and life.  There's hardly any time to snooze, to run after the little girl, attain the promises of the Christmas list.  I'll send my cards in time, crossing fingers.

shoulda, only

Time flies extra fast. I can't seem to get my bearings and explore and write. I've been watching available Amalia Fuentes early films in repeat. I've done loads of phone reading in procrastination. For archaic trivia from the primordial 60's, I should consult my mom and conduct an in-depth discussion of my discoveries. But she's not here. She's not been here for almost a decade. That hurts. My mom was a connoisseur of trivia on popular culture. Her mind could absorb a lot of facts and informations. I'm left to wander and bump into new discoveries on personalities she used to know well.

From the 80's onwards, I'm quite within my grasp. I know my Champoy and John en Marsha, even Duplex. If we could have just preserved all the periodicals from those moment of childhood.

Oh well, those skirts (pictured above) from then teens Sharon and Jackie still wouldn't look out of place in today's era.

this October

Just realised my October blog list is empty and my sked has been hectic all the time. I couldn't breathe, literally. My cough is such a hindrance to living life to the fullest. I have rest here and there but not thorough, cozy, complete bed rest.

As I navigate the month, I've been watching old Amalia Fuentes films from way, way back, almost 60 years ago, in dying to be restored black and white features. I've seen a few snapchats of them in the 80's and I grew up staring at her photographs in my mom's scrapbooks. But thirty years later, I just realised that her kind of beauty is truly and utterly stunning. And throughout a long lifetime and through studying her press and interviews, she is also authentic. She doesn't pretend. Of all the queens and superstars of the philippine movie industry, she has the sharpest business acumen and the enviable foresight that not only stars but people in general should emulate.

I watch Amalia Fuentes' kilig films in her teens. The dramas are kilig and I keep on watching. I can't find her later films, those released in the 60's, but technology will become even more high-tech, so let's see.