Last Saturday, I felt like a kid again when I attended the birthday party of the daughter of one of my high school friends.

There were a whole lot of kids and I felt out of place initially because everyone there was either a kid, parent of a kid or a yaya. Then I realized that apart from a few occasions with kids usually on a one-on-one basis, I’ve never really been in a roomful of kids interacting with them in a really, really long time.

But I felt a kinship with the kids running around, especially when I saw and ate this:

Cotton Candy

Cotton Candy

Cotton Candy too

Cotton Candy too

And to think that I ate cotton candy just last week. Haha.

But I love this sugar with air confection. The pink ones especially remind me when I was little and I would buy this treat from sidewalk vendors whenever I could or eat it during fiestas riding the ferris wheel.

I was a kid again, but only for a moment. Now, back to my adult reality.

Without my noticing it, my blog has already reached 100,000+ hits according to the WordPress counter.

I know this isn’t much compared to other blogs, but it’s nice to know there are people out there who read what I write.

Thank you readers. :)

Watching The Buzz. Typical showbiz fodder. Can anyone tell Phoemela Baranda (is this how her name is spelled?) to stop talking like Kris Aquino? Di bagay, sobrang OA. When she talks, it’s like she’s chewing on something. Careful too on the p’s and f’s…

It took me four years before I popped the disc into the DVD player. The first time I tried to watch it, I got distracted after the first two minutes and abandoned the attempt. After a month, looking for something to watch on DVD, I chucked Jackie Chan’s Fists of Fury and resolved to watch I Capture the Castle.

I didn’t know the movie starred Bill Nighy. And after staring real hard at the curly-haired redhead and thinking to myself, I know I’ve seen this actress somewhere, I finally figured out that Rose was Rose Byrne (for past discussion on her on this blog, search for the commentary on Damages).

I’m glad I watched the DVD. I was teary-eyed the whole time. For plot summary, check out imdb.

In sum, the movie’s tagline is, “I love, I have loved, I will love.”

The story touches on human reality even if it was set way back when, that I’m sure hopeless romantics who watch it can relate to the feeling of loving someone but not being loved in return, the feeling of denying who one is really in love with in favor of practical considerations, the feeling of being an eternal optimist, and that one should not settle for third best or second best, but one should be THE ONE.

I wish, though, that there was a happy ending for Cassandra. The ending was open-ended between her and Simon, with a someday, maybe. Rose was happy with Neil. And Cassandra turned away the handsome boy who was in love with her because she was in love with Simon.

Personally, I didn’t like Simon. He had no right kissing his sister’s fiancee. He should have already made a choice and stuck to it and not flip-flopped.

P.S. The movie was done by the BBC. Why am I not surprised?

I didn’t think I’d be saying this, considering that I loved, loved the original Korean version of My Name is Kim Sam Soon. But the GMA 7 version, Ako si Kim Sam Soon, is not bad, not bad at all (insert cringe here).

Mark Anthony Fernandez

Mark Anthony Fernandez

Regine Velasquez aside, the supporting cast is entertaining. John Lapuz as the kooky assistant makes me laugh my pants off.

Also, Mark Anthony Fernandez as Cyrus, Sam Soon’s love interest is dreamy. Who knew I’d be saying that? Hahaha. He fits his role to a T. I never noticed him before or thought he was cute. But his role in Sam Soon is a revelation. I just might end up watching the series because of him and because of John Lapuz.

I’m supposed to be working on something but I couldn’t resist posting. Was supposed to post last night but laziness got the best of me.

Mamma Mia the movie. How wonderful was it?

Oh what fun!

Oh what fun!

THE SETTING. The setting was absolutely breathtaking. The backdrop was a character in itself, with the sparkling blue green waters, the wonderful old buildings, the church on top of a winding hill. With that Grecian setting, there was little that could go wrong with the movie. Must include Greece as a someday tourist destination. I still remember Alexis Bledel’s scenes set in Greece in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

THE ACTORS.

Meryl Streep. Nobody else could play Donna, in my opinion. The role for the movie was made for her. Who knew she could sing like that. Christine Baranski and Julie Waters also deserve special mention for making Pinoys at the theater laugh.

Amanda Seyfried. Now that girl could sing. Who knew? Aside from Meryl Streep, she was the one whose voice rose above everyone else’s.

Pierce Brosnan. Fit the role. Wasn’t convinced about his singing though. Tee hee.

Colin Firth. I will always love him, even if he plays a gay role

The company. Great extras all around. The women were ordinary women of all sizes, shapes and ages. How’s that for girl power? The men were mostly hunks. Haha. Great on the eyes

THE PLOT. Pretty close to the original. Darn it, I forgot that the Harry character was gay. Oh well, so much for a hunky Colin Firth (who’s still hunky in my eyes, by the way). I just had the feeling though that while there were singing parts of the movie that dragged for me, I didn’t feel that way when watching the musical.

All in all, a great movie. I wasn’t disappointed. I first watched Mamma Mia on stage at the Princess of Wales Theater in Toronto in 2001. It was the first stage musical I fell in love with, to the extent that I bought the CD and listened to it over and over again. Yes, even if they were ABBA songs and I previously detested ABBA because of The Dancing Queen syndrome in the Philippines (it is rare to attend a dance party of people of a certain age and not have Dancing Queen played, I tell you).

When I first saw the movie poster advertised in Dubai and saw that Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth were going to be on it, I thought, well, there’s little chance they’re going to screw up the movie version. It might be exciting! And I wasn’t wrong. The movie can stand on its own two legs, musical aside.

So Mamma Mia for me spans three countries: Canada, Dubai and the Philippines. Haha. I didn’t watch it on Broadway or Vegas anymore. Instead, I watched The Phantom of the Opera in Vegas and Spamalot and Jersey Boys on Broadway. Jersey Boys is another musical they might want to make into a movie following Mamma Mia. I read, on the other had, that Wicked is in the works to become a movie. I also loved, loved Wicked.

The production has great roles for older women and men actors, with the prime younger role going to Sophie’s character.

Might watch the movie again on Sunday with family this time. Watched it alone initially because wanted to savor the experience

Whenever I can, I make it a point to read Maureed Dowd on nytimes.

I’ve also read two of her books borrowed from the City of LA library, “Bushwhacked” and “Are Men Necessary: When Sexes Collide.”

Usually, her columns are the most emailed on the Times. This particular one was number one on the overall emailed list. I’m copy pasting it in full because someday maybe I’d like to read it again.

The link is here:

July 6, 2008
Op-Ed Columnist

An Ideal Husband

This weekend, we celebrate our great American pastime: messy celebrity divorces.

There’s the Christie Brinkley/Peter Cook fireworks on Long Island and the Madonna/Guy Ritchie/A-Rod Roman candle in New York.

So how do you avoid a relationship where you end up saying, “The man who I was living with, I just didn’t know who he was” — as Brinkley did in court when talking about her husband’s $3,000-a-month Internet porn and swinger site habit? (Not to mention the 18-year-old mistress/assistant.)

Father Pat Connor, a 79-year-old Catholic priest born in Australia and based in Bordentown, N.J., has spent his celibate life — including nine years as a missionary in India — mulling connubial bliss. His decades of marriage counseling led him to distill some “mostly common sense” advice about how to dodge mates who would maul your happiness.

“Hollywood says you can be deeply in love with someone and then your marriage will work,” the twinkly eyed, white-haired priest says. “But you can be deeply in love with someone to whom you cannot be successfully married.”

For 40 years, he has been giving a lecture — “Whom Not to Marry” — to high school seniors, mostly girls because they’re more interested.

“It’s important to do it before they fall seriously in love, because then it will be too late,” he explains. “Infatuation trumps judgment.”

I asked him to summarize his talk:

“Never marry a man who has no friends,” he starts. “This usually means that he will be incapable of the intimacy that marriage demands. I am always amazed at the number of men I have counseled who have no friends. Since, as the Hebrew Scriptures say, ‘Iron shapes iron and friend shapes friend,’ what are his friends like? What do your friends and family members think of him? Sometimes, your friends can’t render an impartial judgment because they are envious that you are beating them in the race to the altar. Envy beclouds judgment.

“Does he use money responsibly? Is he stingy? Most marriages that founder do so because of money — she’s thrifty, he’s on his 10th credit card.

“Steer clear of someone whose life you can run, who never makes demands counter to yours. It’s good to have a doormat in the home, but not if it’s your husband.

“Is he overly attached to his mother and her mythical apron strings? When he wants to make a decision, say, about where you should go on your honeymoon, he doesn’t consult you, he consults his mother. (I’ve known cases where the mother accompanies the couple on their honeymoon!)

“Does he have a sense of humor? That covers a multitude of sins. My mother was once asked how she managed to live harmoniously with three men — my father, brother and me. Her answer, delivered with awesome arrogance, was: ‘You simply operate on the assumption that no man matures after the age of 11.’ My father fell about laughing.

“A therapist friend insists that ‘more marriages are killed by silence than by violence.’ The strong, silent type can be charming but ultimately destructive. That world-class misogynist, Paul of Tarsus, got it right when he said, ‘In all your dealings with one another, speak the truth to one another in love that you may grow up.’

“Don’t marry a problem character thinking you will change him. He’s a heavy drinker, or some other kind of addict, but if he marries a good woman, he’ll settle down. People are the same after marriage as before, only more so.

“Take a good, unsentimental look at his family — you’ll learn a lot about him and his attitude towards women. Kay made a monstrous mistake marrying Michael Corleone! Is there a history of divorce in the family? An atmosphere of racism, sexism or prejudice in his home? Are his goals and deepest beliefs worthy and similar to yours? I remember counseling a pious Catholic woman that it might not be prudent to marry a pious Muslim, whose attitude about women was very different. Love trumped prudence; the annulment process was instigated by her six months later.

“Imagine a religious fundamentalist married to an agnostic. One would have to pray that the fundamentalist doesn’t open the Bible and hit the page in which Abraham is willing to obey God and slit his son’s throat.

“Finally: Does he possess those character traits that add up to a good human being — the willingness to forgive, praise, be courteous? Or is he inclined to be a fibber, to fits of rage, to be a control freak, to be envious of you, to be secretive?

“After I regale a group with this talk, the despairing cry goes up: ‘But you’ve eliminated everyone!’ Life is unfair.”

Thomas L. Friedman is off today.

Arrrggghhh.

Re-runs of the TV series “Judging Amy.” Setting? Hartford, Connecticut. Haven’t been to Hartford but I’ve been to New Haven.

In the scene of this episode, the one where Amy drives Vincent to the bus station because he’s going to New York to meet his agent, there’s a red Metro bus, an orange Metro bus, and a Dash blue bus. They were driving at Western and Wilshire in L.A.

Sheesh. Just had to vent.

And while I’m venting, the Hallmark channel started out with Season One episodes and now they’re showing Season Four I think. Just when I was starting to get hooked. Now, they’ve skipped two whole seasons, no wonder Lauren is already a teenager from being was it an 8-year-old. Sigh.

Ateneo wins over La Salle in a nail biting basketball match. Free throw scoring by Chris Tiu saves the day. Go Ateneo!

And on to the Federrer-Nadal finale tonight.

They never learn, do they?

After the case of the San Francisco consul, where his mother in law was charged with involuntary servitude for exploiting and not paying their household help comes this case of no less than Ambassador Lauro Baja who represented the Philippines to the United Nations

NEW YORK — AMBASSADOR Lauro Liboon Baja Jr., who headed the Philippine Mission to the United Nations from 2003 to 2007, is one of four defendants in a civil complaint alleging trafficking, forced labor, peonage and racketeering.

The case was filed on June 24 before Judge Victor Marrero of the New York Southern District Court. The co-accused are the ambassador’s wife Norma Castro Baja, his daughter Maria Elizabeth Baja Facundo and the Baja-owned Labaire International Travel Inc.

The complaint was filed by 39-year-old Marichu Suarez Baoanan through lawyers Aaron Mendelsohn of Troutman Sanders and Ivy O. Suriyopas of the Asian American Legal Defense and Education Fund.

I’d like to see how they are going to “manage” the situation.

P.S. Moral of the story. Sure, you can probably do illegal stuff in the U.S. But remember, that it ain’t the Philippines. They will eventually catch you.

Edit:

Baja denies all the allegations, stating that he paid the maid $200 a month.

Baja also denied that Baoanan was given a measly salary, saying that he had papers to show that she was given $200 a month and that she remitted the money to her family back home.

Hmmm. I don’t think $200 fulfills the minimum wage requirement under federal law. Let’s say at that time the minimum wage was $5.15 an hour. Shouldn’t the maid be given at least $1,000 a month to meet minimum wage requirements? Unless diplomats are exempt from paying minimum wage required by the host country.

I might be wrong. Let’s see what the American justice system has to say about the case.

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