It's not a rip-off of Alvin and the Chipmunks or something, but Robin's Chrysler looks really macho-like (or machoesque if you like), with the big car body and beautiful, wide, shiny mags (when will the street dogs pee on it, I wonder). It's past midnight and when you are new to our place, you'll think you are in a warzone. Sounds of gunshots and explosions, break the silence of the (very) early morning. I really don't know why but they usually prefer to shoot the action scenes of a movie or an episode (of a soap) during the wee hours. The production staff must be very sensitive, concerned people. When we moved here before, my mom woke us up before, saying, "Anak, may nagbabarilan sa tapat natin. Wag kayo bababa." and she was semi-hysterical, (if only I knew then how to use the sphygmomanometer, I'm sure the results aren't ideal.) only to discover local actors she can recognize, walking along the streets with all the PAs (personal alalays, rather, assistants) they have. Hmmm, I really like the car, with its XXX (then insert the numbers here) customized plate number. Then I remembered, they don't blow up pretty cars in local movies. Boxed, second hand ones are very handy (I'm sure you noticed them), and they add to the pollution. Scream about global warming. (Try watching a film, when you see an old car, there's a 95-97% chance it'll be blown up, or it'll crash somewhere.)
Around 5pm, there were fire trucks rushing from Aurora Blvd. (5 trucks from Aurora, plus trucks from other fire stations is equal to n, wherein n is still unidentified) towards the direction I usually pass when I go home. Not good, we were fire victims (back in 1995 with super typhoon Rosing) before, so I get a little andrenalin when I hear sirens. I was stuck in traffic with my friend and I realized we were getting nowhere, so we decided to walk. Yeah. I love walking, especially on days when the weather is fine (usually 5pm onwards). Thick black smoke and a funky smell of burning stuff were the prevailing features of the day. I even thought it's part of the shooting, or like "Did Robin Padilla burn himself again?!" Not that I care. But with traffic, I really care. See, I am always concerned. Therefore, I am a caring person. Then there are Care Bears, and this is getting absurd.
I miss my neighbor's cat's lover, and his beautiful voice. Crying "meow" for three days. Oh, I forgot to post about that. Next time I will, I saved it somewhere else. I prefer him over Robin Padilla, though.
The Australian Open (Grand Slam of Asia/Pacific!) is on! Hoorah! Let's go, Marat, let's go!
MORAL: The war hasn't reached Manila, yet. Thank God. Politics is a war by itself, but do I look like I care? I care, when Marat Safin practices without his shirt on. Good thing tennis season started already. Bring the heat! Just not to the point that there'll be fire. Ohhkaay, this is a post that is... worthy of the Delete button. (But this is my blog, so bear with it. Thanks.)
No comments:
Post a Comment