and those spoiled brats, sheltered devils would rather complain to high heavens about the flood and heavy traffic in their gleaming suv’s as they watch insipid videos in their built-in dvd players/play mindless games on their psp/listen to their ubiquitous ipods, their flaring tempers thawing the frigid atmosphere, their rumps warming the cold seats, a complete contradiction from the wet, chilly, mottled scenes passing by their reinforced windshields.
and quentin tarantino, world-famous writer-director, one of the best-respected persons in america, a-list hollywood celebrity would rather (in his barong tagalog) step out of the limousine, take a pedicab across the flood, and wade through the street-water in his sandals on his way to meet the president in malacanang. then he would get out of his rain-drenched dress slacks to change into jogging pants (still in his barong tagalog), kick off his soggy sandals (because they’re not allowed in the palace) and wear ill-fitting leather shoes instead.
and he says, “it was a lot of fun. it’s the way it is, i guess. it was wild… no worries. i’ve done more serious things than that.”
read all about it: http://www.newsvine.com/_news/2007/08/15/898256-tarantino-takes-pedicab-in-manila-floods
http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/entertainment/entertainment/view_article.php?article_id=82904
complainers, you ought to be ashamed.
