nobody will read that.....

I love the world of reading. And writing. Yesterday, I heard a comment in the middle of work elucidating that nobody reads blogs. In this ever changing, improving world where certain media is obsolete, where we have choices, whether we prefer print or the internet, I say to the commenter, you're not only archaic, you yourself is obsolete. I no longer buy newspapers when certain ones are being distributed for free. Likewise, what's the point in parting with the pennies to gain access to a media paywall? There are other outlets that provide insights and analysis without the hassle of handing over cash. There are also better views and news in blogs than most media outlets.

Sometimes after daily encounters with some really chosen people, perspective is easy to absorb. Those of who have never been exposed to poverty and hardships, been spoiled and selfish all their lives and feel that the world owe them special favours and privileges need to really look into their inner self and travel to third world countries and see the machinery of a government that don't care about its people. Trying to gain understanding about those who have so much less in life in countries we sometimes deny their existence will make us better persons.

But people are most of the times ingrained and embedded in their beliefs. If they think they should be the first and foremost in the competition of life, so be it, go write and read in your paper.

trifle

thanks to Pappy. 💜

wants vs. being far away

What I really want to do is watch T'yanak in Bacolod. I miss going to the movies in general though. It has been years.

old movies, ok.

I couldn't find any shows on the telly to watch regularly unless you count endless repeats of Micky Mouse Clubhouse and Peppa Pig as mainstream tv. I know there are loads out there. I missed an entire season of The Great British Bake Off due to lack of time, energy and I'd rather sleep. I still feel I need more sleep especially in this weather.

But after 1900 hours or during those quiet downtime before bed, I've come across viewings of a few Pinoy classics (as I define the word) -- Working Girls (Bernal, 1984), 14 Going Steady (Gosiengfiao, 1984), Friends in Love (Garcia, 1983). All three films I've seen in real time. I was eight when Sharon, Rowell, William, Jackie showed the world the gorgeous and fascinating lives of young people to the manor born. In the movie they clearly have manners. They have nice clothes. They go to the school for the rich.

Just recently I've decided to relive the all too eloquent speech of Sandy (Sharon, again) to her parents in Forgive and Forget (Garcia, 1982). Or actually I just want to see Nida Blanca and Nestor De Villa dance that routine at the end. I mean, Wow! The stars of a bygone era were just simply marvelous. They could cry copious tears in dramatic moments and dance and sing like magic in the finale.

fever, colds ...

It's such a puzzle for me, the way I embrace exhaustion with such flourish. Wouldn't it be nice to be relaxed and pampered once in a while? When you have a toddler and it's just you and the husband taking turns running after her, soothe those screams .... it's a delicate situation.

What about child minders? I'm not a sociable person so a paid person is not conducive to my personality while my friends are all busy working.

Whilst members of family on both sides are not based in London.

So it's only mummy and daddy for my tiny tot and the two days tweety bird spends at nursery. The three of us are managing as long as we don't develop a cold and get confined to bed.

As it happened a few days ago, my sweetie was so hot for three straight nights. She has never been that sick so far. If only she was not refusing sponge bath, the brat. But eventually, after much worrying on my part, she gained back her normal body temperature. The lesson is that kids test your fortitude and makes you worry, worry, worry. They also fake-cry and throw tantrums as if adults easily succumb to manipulations.

a boost, yes a boost

I shouldn't blame my rambunctious, sweet little girl for my lackadaisical attitude. But the pile of clothes don't get ironed by themselves, the floor still needs hoovering, etc., etc. I find it already hard to move my muscle when my tiny albeit cute, daughter runs around every where, wreaking havoc in every corner. However as one annoying elderly once told those within hearing distance, once children grow and they can take care of themselves. Do they really, now?

Navigating the tumultuous seas is never easy, not having the time for yourself, not having friends... I'm stuttering in mid-sentence.

saturated?

I have difficulty managing my time. My plate is too much hard labour, I tend to snooze too much on days off. Then in a moment of lull, I got into another viewing of Kay Tagal Kang Hinintay, a film starring Judy Ann Santos and Rico Yan and one I've seen a million times and got caught in the web of time-wasting; reading, digging about the said partnership on the web, pouring over old magazines, deciphering between the comments on old videos. I was able to catch their rapport on Gimik, which I missed in real time. Judy Ann had far better fashion sense in the barkada series than some of her films. But the videos they have together are limited as their team up ended long before Rico passed away.

As for Judy Ann, she has Instagram and she's such a creative cook (hope to see her become a full-pledged chef). My husband who is hard to please when it comes to food mutters "she didn't prepare that?!" But she certainly lovingly crafts her #dirty breakfast with such fancy and galore. She cooks as well as she acts. Amazing.

At my age, my sense of awe and wonder on Filipino films stops with Judy Ann. I don't dwell on anyone younger than her. I'm such into the bygone era of the 80's or 60's. While Philippine show business, the producers of film companies would rather invest on films about teenagers. However the audience embrace what they are served. It's all a matter of press release and image-building, nothing in-depth. Why go deep when life is all about the young? The film companies target audience depends on their parents and guardians for their allowance.  As I age, I find it hard to relate to the producers and film companies' mindset.