someday i’ll manage to upload all the favorite tunes myself but since my proverbial bloody excuse is that i’m absolutely preoccupied with daily chores, i’ll let the more euphonical member of our household peform the task. sleep is my greatest thrill and i always succumb to the ministrations of the circadian rhythm. swell, marriage has its perks and gratifications and the other half choosing the sounds is fine by me. it just means there would be no REM et al in the selection. but i quite like the romance part of domesticity in conjunction with compromise on the likes and dislikes, music included (read more).
the box of tunes
JAS fix
more than six years ago, i wrote a piece on the jagged landscape of philippine soaps. just like any other observer, my commentaries were not devoid of impartialities. a mere decade before 2002, soaps were merely afternoon staples on philippine tv. then came la traidora from venezuela on rpn. after valeria and morrel tied the knot in the jungle, primetime telly changed drastically with the vengeful qualities of thalia’s marimar (read more).
tennis names
i got paid to indulge so many times. i wrote about pete sampras twice
and it touched on some exhaustive research and irrational zeal. a year
later, deeply ignited by the false hope of the henman magic, i posted
negative though objective views in a tiny portion of the worldwide
web and in the hard copy published within one sphere of the far east.
the 2002 us open was sampras’ last professional match. henman retired
last year, leaving memories of henmania and henman hill behind. i may
not see andy murray play that often but the Scot got better chances
than the bloke from oxfordshire in winning a slam (read more).
birthday trifles
june is kind of a weird month for me. i was waiting for a birthday card from my parents and realized anew the harshness of reality. then i took a glance at the ashes of my unborn babies. i still get tears seeing the charlottes (york-goldenblatt and church) of this world leaving me behind in the baby race. i’m just submerged into the depths of introspection on my birthday. i wonder if people do that on the very day they turn a year older or it’s all smiles, all the yearnings focused on entertaining acquaintances and virtual strangers in a party in a rented hall. but then comes some blithe and felicitous thoughts. i just don’t like being physically encumbered through. work is already too menial and stressful as it is (read more).

sex and the city the movie feels like the first two games of the boston-lakers current series. if you follow pro basketball in all its glory, you would know where i’m coming from. i am of course, as always cheering for the lakers. so it’s a safe bet that the SATC film is a big let down. despite a derelict screenplay, the eponymous HBO series was and still is, through the dvd collection, a staple in lifting my faltering spirits from peripatetic concavity (read more).
blog editing task force
i was tidying up all my blog entries yesterday — cropping up sentences, utilizing my dictionary and thesaurus with utter abandon to touch up a few cramped and redundant words i’ve been exploiting the last two years. i’m not sure when i’ll ever be done. there are so many sentences and paragraphs that howl for changes and never flop to launch cringe-inducing moments. i’ve also been whining a lot. i’ve been grumpy since singapore. it’s mostly about the constant stream of confounding behaviors (a blog title). being prostrated then ranting and screaming about all the abrasiveness in my blog is a caustic eyesore (read more).

i haven’t seen brokeback mountain nor any other features he was in since that pairing with julia stiles, whether it was casanova, nor the patriot. but whenever i feel low or i need some profound background while ironing my whites, i just play 10 things i hate about you on dvd and unlike any other romcom, the poetry and the use of a few big words brightens up my aura. who wouldn’t sit up and take notice of his rendition of can’t take my eyes off of you? the success he’s had since that tiny teenage film, a loose adaptatation of the taming of the shrew has been well-deserved. oozing with raw sexuality, deeply charismatic, highly talented, he was one of the creme de la creme of young hollywood. i’ve seen clips of brokeback and he was awesome, not to mention more accolades would have come his way for catapulting batman’s great nemesis joker, in the dark night, to a whole new, different level.
heath ledger was way too young.
nosh spiels
despite the lack of faith, i still get this earnest craving for culinary respectability. but the worldwide web and the infusion of internet television has fostered a profound collision with my other passions. i’ve been really crap in time management the last few years
nevertheless, if there’s a will, you know what they say. for the clever girls who have shared with me their masterpieces — the cassava cakes, the egg pies, the maja blancas — my heartfelt applause. cheers. any thoughts of sending me the secret ingredients?
how i wish i’ve prepared all these food. but my loved ones did. with my prodding they got cajoled into food photography. across continents are the food photos from my family.
first my brother:
(read more).
bearing turmoils

since filipino culture is suffused on judgments that people rather gossip than show genuine concern for the downtrodden, forging lasting friendships becomes complicated. collecting acquaintances may be an easier task. but sifting through the real ones creates fervors and challenges for both mind and emotion. when a friend experiences indelible losses and heartaches, one tend to become sympathetic. though empathy is more heartfelt and finer in zeal and ardor (read more).
pieces and morsels
these past tv seasons, i’ve witnessed fans dote on mcdreamy, buoy wentworth miller in prison break, help save the cheerleader and embrace h
eroes as a favorite, sharpen wits in keeping up with the twists and turns in lost (apologies for all the puns). whilst i stick by my old time choices like er (i know it’s not as highly-rated as greys). there are tons of shows to watch on the telly. we can peruse E! all day and take sides between holly and kendra (i take kendra any day– how did she ever stand next to george lucas?). i’ve missed my share of nba and baseball actions. technology though has been kind. the voyeur that i am. i can pause and rewind. then gaze at all recorded programs in my tv menu including sights of william and harry stooping and kissing all the royal cousins and elders at the guards chapel. how diana’s boys have grown. those army shoulders. those genes (read more).