Time Out

Taking a break from blogging; tweeting instead.

The Ghost of Mr. Francis Magalona

I don't really give much thought about paranormal occurences, but I believe I just had one. In the wee hours on Sunday the 8th, after nursing my lovely Cameron, I sat in bed wide awake. Out of nowhere, Francis Magalona popped into my head. I was thinking about his cute smile, trying to remember if he had dimples or not. Then I started singing his songs in my head:

Ma-ma-ma-mga kababayan...
Mga kababayan ko/dapat lang malaman nyo/
bilib ako sa kulay ko/ako ay Pilipino...

Kung may itim o may puti/meron namang kayumanggi/
isipin mo na kaya mong/abutin ang iyong minimithi...

Then there's The Man from Manila and also Kaleidoscope World. I just started singing them. I reminisced about the first concert I had ever seen when he visited CDO. Then I went back to sleep, Mga Kababayan still playing in my head.

Two days later, I happened to visit the Inquirer website and guess what headline greeted me: FRANCIS M. PASSED AWAY! On the 6th! Goosebumps! Did I just get a visit from Kiko? Why? Was it because growing up I was such a huge fan of his? Whatever the case, I'm still creeped out. And the song hasn't stopped playing.

Random Thoughts

1. I was half-right about Gabriel Byrne. He didn't win an Emmy but he won a Golden Globe for his role in In Treatment.

2. Anna Paquin for Best Actress--right on! K--I'm surprised you're not hooked on True Blood. That's totally up your alley. Even I'm addicted!

3. I'm due on March 6th. 03/06/09...weird! But I think I'm gonna be early again. I feel like I'm ready to go now. And I mean right now as I'm typing.

4. My son has picked out a name for his sister. We asked him one day what he'd like to name her, and he blurted out, "Cucamonga." He's (and we've) been calling her that since then. And that was four months ago. Should be interesting once we tell him her real name.

5. The massive salmonella outbreak on peanut products here in the U.S. has really put a damper on my cravings. I have two tubs of mixed nuts, one half-empty, and a jar of peanut butter, barely touched. What's a pregnant mama to do when she's jonesin' for PB&J???

6. The only reason I'm blogging again is work has really slowed down. I used to have something to do every single night. Now my work hours have been cut drastically and that's no good--financially and mentally.

7. Lastly, Sports Season has officially started for me. It always begins with the Australian Open, then Spring training, the Masters, the French Open, regular baseball season, Wimbledon, the U.S. Open and so on. I'm a happy camper!

Maayong Pasko!

My First Time...and It Felt Good!

I voted. It was very empowering. I went to the polling place at six a.m. thinking, "beat the crowd." As it turned out, hundreds of people were thinking the same thing. I waited in line for 45 minutes but it was well worth it. Despite the long line, nary a complaint was heard. Just gleeful greetings from complete strangers on a cool, brisk Tuesday morning. Stories shared, giggles and laughter spread, opinions exchanged, I've never felt like I belonged to this community until that day.

And when it was my turn to go to the polling booth, I.D. presented, name checked, ballot handed, I walked to an empty stall, deliberately taking my time just so I could take it all in. When I got to the stall, I looked around and saw that the smiles were gone. All that was left was a sense of purpose. A let's-get-down-to-business look on all the faces. And so I did. I grabbed the pen and cast my vote, walked to the scanner and fed my ballot through the machine. Then I left the building involuntarily grinning.

I voted. And my president won. Things can only get better now.

Age Matters

My son is now two (awesome party!) and I'm about to hit the Big Three-O. I'm old. I don't care what anyone says, I feel old. But I have to say, I don't feel as bad as I did when I turned 26. I remember feeling so bummed about passing the mid-twenties mark. At that point, I felt that I had lost whatever youthfulness I had left.

For my birthday, hubby is treating me to a spa getaway. I aim to feel rejuvenated, reawakened...reborn! Maybe my perspective will change then. But right now, I feel old. And my sore, aching body is not helping!

I Need a Shrink!

One click. That's all it takes to make my mommy-blog (mlog!--yes, you read it here first!!!) public. I can't do it. I've hovered on the button one too many times but I can't click it. It scares the bejesus out of me. Same with Friendster. I have pics to show, but when I get to the upload page, I cower. I feel uneasy. Obviously, I have issues. I hope someday to overcome this fear.

But don't get me Dr. Phil. I want Dr. Paul.

David got me hooked on a new HBO series, In Treatment. It's a talkie, so it looks really boring. But once you watch and listen, it really gets to you. Somewhere, trophies for a Golden Globe and an Emmy are being crafted for Gabriel Byrne.