The Cat with the Fiddle

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.