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8 random bits ala La Rossa Keeda

1. she's petite, a woman with long blond wavy tresses, pert and pretty in her blue checked coat, walking outdoors on a nippy new york day. (i already know she's a woman after my own heart as she previously tried her best to let her friend know that her friend's fiance made a pass at her) she turns to her date, her first since her husband died a few months ago, and invites him to check out a gallery with her. it's for work, as she needs to look at some stuff for her boss. she and the date walk in the gallery door and admire the poignant photographs on the walls.

then their eyes lead them to a photograph of her. grief, the camera caught her moment of grief, sitting outdoors on the stairs to her building, broken down, crying unashamedly. the happy woman, unprepared for such a sight of her raw self, unhooks the framed photograph from the wall, hugs it to her chest, and hightails it out the door (leaving her date with his mouth hanging open).

she stole the photograph of her.

and because the scene is in six degrees, my newest favorite tv show on planet vivi, it turns out that the photographed woman is friends with a woman (the one who had a cheating fiance) who is friends with the photograher who wants the photo back. someone wants to buy it from him to be the cover of a book, and he genuinely needs the break.

the photographer asks the friend if he could meet his subject, and she does. she pleads her case: she is a happy woman and she does not want her eight-year-old daughter to see her mom immortalized on the cover of a book, crying her eyes out, bereft. he pleads his: when people see the photograph, they will not see her, they will see themselves. he explains some more. it had been one of the worst times of his life, and when he saw her on the stairs, it called out to him.

he adds that a photograph is made by the photographer and the person he is photographing. but she is adamant: people may not see me but i see myself.

then one day soon after, the good and soulful photographer knocks at the blonde woman's door and hands her a huge envelope. he says he didn't want to send it through the mail, all the negatives of the photographs he had taken of her. he says, "sometimes i forget to see outside the frame."

then a few days later, she sees her little daughter kneeling on the floor of her bedroom, staring at the framed photograph she had hidden under the bed.

the daughter asks, "mommy why are you crying?"
the mother speaks, "i was very sad. i missed daddy."
"i miss daddy too. why is this under the bed?"
"i didn't want you to see me sad."
"but didn't you tell me it's ok to be sad? besides, i think you're very pretty." then the daughter stands up to look for her skates that she thought she had left under her mother's bed.

and this is why i adore six degrees. it totally makes my Mondays :D.

2. so some of you may have by now enjoyed or missed A Love Story starring Aga Muhlach, Maricel Soriano and Angelica Panganiban. I totally enjoyed it. It's about a wife, a mistress, a man, and love. Written very well by Vanessa Valdez.

in one scene, the Maricel character had just had a trying day wherein she had sacrificed her happiness in order to be happy, and even performed convincingly in front of her "public" that she was totally fine. that night, the Aga character comes to see her, fully aware and cognizant of all that she had gone through and given up. he gives her a hug, and she cries.

buhuhuhuhu, this is the scene that made me cry. you know how it is, when it's a moment of the biggest emotional disaster, and someone sees you.

3. i was as neurotic as a child as i am now. i remember my moments of fear. living hours of my childhood traveling on a long winding coastal highway that linked the city to our rural town, i can still remember being instructed by my mom not to look as the jeepney we were riding in took in bloodied victims of a vehicular accident and sped away to the nearest hospital, far far away.

another time, i also remember lying in the backseat with my arm in a temporary cast listening to my parents explain to people outside the car that they could not bring another victim (this time of a hit and run) to the hospital as they were bringing me to the hospital too.

i am still as scared of accidents, and i still don't look. i peed in bed as well, perhaps, a testament to all my unspoken, unconscious, unacknowledged worries as a little introvert child. if you don't know it, piss it. hehe.

4. i learned the lyrics to billy joel's You May Be Right from my uncle's copy of Jingle magazine left in our house when i was a little girl. i memorized it, and i still know the song straight thru. fridaynighticrashedyourparty, saturdayisaidi'msorry, sundaycameandyoutrashedmeoutagain, iwasonlyhavingfun, wasn'thurtinganyone, andweallenjoyedtheweekendforachange, youmayberightimaybecrazy, nobutitjustmaybealunaticyou'relookingfor :D many years later i would have a cassette tape of billy joel's glasshouses and would know all the words to all the songs as well, including youmaybewrongforalliknowbutyoumayberight! yeah!

5. the top five blogs i lurk at (aside from my friends'), meaning i drop by theirs every time i'm online and they don't know me at all are: ala's, pam's, ging's, rosa's and erica's. if you don't know them, well it's your loss! :D

6. for an entire year (well eight months), i killed with my eyes and in my head all the men of all shapes, sizes and form who dared look at my sister as an object and not as a person, and so woe to you if you're a man and you do that and you have no clue how offensive you are! what makes you think your gaze is not intrusive and invasive! show some respect, you dicks!

yes, i have anger issues with men who objectify women (and rightly so, so much for my peace of mind). what makes you think, you're the only one human, and the only one who deserves respect! you know the golden rule: if you don't like being bothered, stop bothering others!

LOOK AWAY :). Staring is rude. I truly believe a good man looks away.

7. i'm trying :) i'malazyassselfindulgentspoiledlittlebabychildwhothrowstantrums but i try :) perhaps when i turn 80 i shall be perfect like my grandmother :)

8. my mom bought me my copy of the little prince when i was small or when my waist was small i can't remember exactly when. it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

I TAG my beautiful cousin Lea, my wonderful friend Tina, my much-missed friend TitaEds, my soon-to-be-mom mermaid friend Nina (hahaha gawa gawa ko lang about soon-to-be-mom), my relocated friend Buddha who doesn't have a blog, my beloved sister Duni, and double tagging the gfs Dee and HB. Don't think we haven't noticed. Hehe!