rough

there were quite a few heartbreaking disasters in the news recently, from the super ferry tragedy to the devastation of typhoon ondoy in manila, the tsunami in western samoa and the earthquake in indonesia. awashed with grim scenarios from the ferocious devastations, the south pacific rim could use a dose of uplifting textures. the distressing pictures of people floating in muddy waters grip the core of our way of lives. ondoy in particular besieged both rich and poor, blasting even the executive villages in the affected areas. all the more reasons to embrace humility not only in the times of super typhoons and the pervading forecasts of signal number fours but also in the height of summer, when the only downside from the heat is a bout of mild sunburn. the capital would not be submerged in the flood if not for the ineptitude of the officials, including the less than solid prescience in basic urban planning. after the unrelenting storms, enters the lull in economics, it's the time to reflect, lend assistance and empower the afflicted.

stamps

I’m roaming around this blog precariously munching popcorn, sipping seven up and covered in crushing hodgepodge. At least I’ve finished the Chekhov short stories while standing in the train. The words were gorgeous. Sometimes it’s just more enriching to just chill. Upon alighting at my stop, I began a phone conversation with my friend detailing the classic style of a hermes bag. She got herself in the two-year waiting list. I'm still deeply overwhelmed by the sheer price and power of labels. But a chanel small leather good evidently exist in my most coveted items. To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow. Pathetic, I know. I'm just here to heave a sigh.

slight

It’s such a deplorable state to be embroiled in an exhaustive capsule of a fortnight and the next few days are no different. All the pace I ever want is to slow down to have the time to capture the moments in writing and not to rant and moan about certain things. However the lighter side of the mess is that I was still able to press the remote into the right direction. The Accidental Husband which stars Uma Thurman as a love doctor hiding behind the less cruel medium of radio is a kind reminder of the advantages of measuring up vertically. Uma Thurman or any of the characters she portrays are all stunning. The actress is supermodel tall, with a job that has more substance than trying on clothes for a living. For very short people like me, it’s a vicious universe wrapped around in ridicule. People are mean. A joke in passing here and there may seem light hearted and innocent in its resonance but actually bruises in its core. But as far as transitions go, I’ve learned to develop a thick skin. Disparaging remarks rarely affects anymore. As I survey through the journey, the tallest of beings are actually less condescending than those who are not even five four and there are others who are shorter than me but are far more confident and shred the vilifiers into pieces by virtue of their tumefied self belief.

weave

It’s still September, in the early days of autumnal cool. The chilly breeze is actually growing on me, lifting the spirits to push my feeble disposition towards movement and productivity. There’s no point feeling low just because it’s cold. Getting motivated is a formidable imposition. The night before I was supposed to study for a test and as per usual I fell asleep, gotten to grips with only one topic out of many and discovered this afternoon that even the most intelligent of individuals believe in myths and absurdities. Quite a tangled web of algorithms, really.

In the glow of the computer screen, I’m digesting the stacks of notes I’ve got to chew and incorporate in the mundane routines. With the delicate slice of worry-free days far too rare especially in the next week, I’m clueless on how to accomplish the task of poring over the tiny print in those handouts. Keeping up with my kitchen duties is already a challenge. Still, I’m heaving a sigh. The cursor can blink indefinitely. But there’s no time to wallow.

minor divinity

politicians are usually huge on bravado. they give the speeches. they shake your hands without making eye contact. they ask the police commissioner to duke the stats. ooops, that was in the wire. i see elections as popularity contests and politics as a medium willing to kowtow to the good of the rich and powerful. but reading this blog about kris makes me smile. is it a question of when and not if she's going to run for public office? but i must admit kris' evolution has been fun over the last quarter of a century, i'm left enthralled. this from someone who couldn't see the logic behind the making of pido dida.

step, strut, sway

when i heard of martina hingis joining strictly come dancing, monica seles came to mind. the latter having graced the US version, dancing with the stars in 2008 and losing in the early stages of the reality series. seles was a bit stiff in the dancing department so her exit was understandable. i didn't see hingis perform live of course. who has the time to see shows live on the telly? but when i heard she was the first sleb to be sent packing, i became curious and checked the bbc i-player. the swiss miss did well. but where did those knockers come from? nonetheless the judges and the voters thought she wasn't up to par and that's it, until the next gig.

pause, rewind

fixing my stare at a midnight showing of footloose while writing this piece and waiting for the emmy’s at one am. i’m currently holding my breath to see kevin bacon dance. at this junction of the blog, the new kid ren (bacon) is on a tractor race whilst bonnie tyler’s holding out for a hero serves backdrop tune. i could sing to the lyrics of this 80’s staple.

I need a hero. I’m holding out for hero til the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong. He’s gotta be fast. He’s gotta be fresh for the night.

teener sarah jessica parker plays lori singer’s (the leading lady) tag along. the new kid ren could groove gracefully. i enjoyed footloose the song tremendously in nineteen eighty four. i enjoy it tremendously now, gyrating to the beat during workouts.

kevin bacon would be at the emmy’s tonight as his wife’s date, who’s a perennial nominee for the closer. gosh, it has been twenty five years since footloose. time flies. i’m time travelling from when i was ten to thirty five. for my emmy fix at this point, the curtain opens with doogie wearing a white suit, singing and hosting. time travelling at its finest. doogie howser md was an icon of my youth.

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it turned out kevin bacon wasn’t only an arm candy. he was a presentor and a nominee as well. alec baldwin won for 30 rock, not a surprise. but as a kid, i watched the eldest baldwin jumped off a building to finish off his stint on knots landing. he was gorgeous then, as gorgeous as rob lowe. he is funny now. i prefer hugh laurie to win the emmy every year. but my husband records breaking bad and we both adored malcolm in the middle. bryan cranston was hilariously good in malcolm. congratulations to mad men and 30 rock, two shows i only read about in all the media. both critically acclaimed and winning awards. for a melancholic note this week, my parents were both fans of the miniseries north and south in the eighties. my mom viewed dirty dancing a million times. i also joined the SRO crowd with the folks at era theatre for ghost in 1990. when i think of patrick swayze, i think of my mom and dad and the tear ducts automatically activates.