walk in the thaw

a photograph.
taken
in the snow.

sometimes during the advent of summer, i reminisce through the pictures with the flaky backdrops. how after a day, the flakes melt and become so slippery, navigating from one point to the next becomes arduous. but it's ever so picturesque on Instagram. one example are pictures of clint dempsey and AVB celebrating after the equalising goal on fergie time. or just imagine our sweet baby girl lying on the flakes wearing her coat courtesy of tita julie t.

and then the icy drizzles made me ruminate on some skills i don't have like baking, arts and craft, reading flutters, enunciating perfectly and a lot more. sleeping the morning away is never a good idea, despite the late night, there are skills to learn.

antiphon

no, i'm not a fan.
although this piece may convey a form of irony.
it's just the hollywood machine,  selina kyle could have been played by a far less anorexic actress.

emma morley by someone who can pull an authentic Yorkshire accent.

for fantine, i'd go for joanna ampil.

it's dark knight

was it a good idea to have watched this prolonged saga of a comic book super hero during the countdown to new year's?

no. any other time would have been perfect timing.

was it any good?

a Batman with too much angst. a teeny weeny Selina Kyle. a luminous Marion Cotillard. Bane, doesn't resemble Bane of the comic books.

it's way too long.

and Emma Stone, yes.
Anne Hathaway is Fantine. i'll explain.

this was yesterday

since our christmas tree was set up, I've been scouring the shops with the aid of telepathy for Christmas trimmings. since telepathy is science fiction, the tree remains lifeless (can't push prams) turn the lights on however and it's magic.

with typhoons, shootings, even fires afflicting a contained populace, Christmas should be in our hearts (love Jose Mari Chan!). look unto ourselves how to be like Mother Theresa even though we're not Catholic (tall order). the presents with their nicely tied ribbons are lovely. but action speaks louder than any inanimate objects in a sparkling wrapper.

noche buena

celebrated noche buena for the first time in a decade just by myself. did a bit of cooking or the hubby did more but it certainly was a team effort. i cleaned the fish anyway for the escabeche.

i have no romantic notion about Christmas. being Scrooge doesn't hurt despite the literary masterpiece of Dickens. those who toil on Christmas Day every year are to be commended including some close friends, doing night shifts, working on the day itself. dinner parties are the last things on their minds or feeling forlorn, having to deal with the battles of life.

hidden in the cold

the number of my blog posts are way down this year. baby girl is one Huge reason - her screams are breaking decibel levels.

her mummy has never been exactly a straight forward foetal carrier (as history may tell you), too high a blood pressure. hence the silence during the nine months. but we're both thriving in the new environment. sort of (never end a sentence with a preposition). we both like the new space. she can't exactly talk yet but i'm assuming she does like the new digs. why not, it's way quieter, no loud music until 4am.

few precious minutes

alone for a while. baby girl is a joy. when she's not around, she's in the mind. during the lull (from the nitty- gritty) in the past months, i've been into domesticity which occupy the basal ganglia which should leave my pre-frontal cortex free to think and solve problems (hurray for the writers of the Big Bang Theory). i'm more philosophical now. i blog far less because the baby cries but i could dig more in-depth into the subconscious.

it's hard not to form into words the hidden ideas when it's feeding time or to dwell on chitchat in whatever time. the flesh is ever so weak when it's close to midnight or sunrise. we haven't finished tidying up after the move. i'm exhausted.