You bet I can’t get over the new American Idol, David Cook!
Funny thing is that I thought I’d lost interest in the show when our very own Ramiele Malubay was booted at the show. But then I heard David Cook’s nerve-wracking voice that’s so soothing it reaches my soul (and I am not exaggerating) I just can’t help but get hooked again.
Probably one of my favorite performances he had was when he sang “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carrey. I just love it! If you just listen intently to his song, I’m sure you’d say he’s got the better version; it’ filled with more emotions that one can really feel the pain and love there is in the song.
It looks like DC’s going to have a run on Mariah’s money.
Since Marvin’s in Manila right now, the only communication means that we have aside from cellphone is through the Internet. But chatting an hour a day still isn’t enough for me not to miss him. In fact I think it actually makes me miss him more.
Last night was no different. Right from his training he headed to an Internet café near his sister’s home for us to chat. We talked about usual stuff at first; how’s our son, how’s training, when he’s coming back. Suddenly I just felt like snapping at him for talking about things we’ve been talking about for days. I wanted to talk about something new (and probably promising).
And so we ended up talking about our plans for the future. When we would get married, where we will live, and where our son would go to school.
What I love talking about the most is the where we will live part. I mean you know, everyone seems to have a dream house. Mine’s living in a simple bungalow house painted in white. Adorned with classic bedroom furniture for us to sleep in at night, installed with chic bar furniture for our guests. Oh I would sure love it most if it’s from Highland Design Furniture.
Marvin was talking about a spacious lawn for us to have camping when the moon is full; setting up a tent there and go star gazing.
Wow! Time flies so fast, indeed. Who would’ve thought it’s already a year since I gave birth to the cutest and smartest boy in the world (ahem). I could still remember the pains and troubles I had while conceiving my Vincent Jeremy. And last May 6 he just celebrated his first birthday. - the simple way.
Well there haven’t been much of a preparation since there’s nothing much to prepare as he just came out from the hospital a week before the ‘big’ day. It wasn’t extravagant but it’s nonetheless special; Marvin missed two days of his training in Manila to attend our son’s special day. Aside from that, my sister from Davao, Pling-pling had her vacation with us. So it was double the fun.
There was a children’s party in the afternoon and an intimate dinner with only our family and close friends as guests.
However, spoiling the event was my father who went home so late as he quite didn’t feel like having fun with us.
Anyway, what matters most is that Boom-boom seemed to have a great time celebrating his birthday with his daddy.
I’m a typical mom when it comes to my son. - I want everything glamorous and at its best! And because my son’s 1st birthday is coming up, i’ve long planned for a fabulous and beautiful party for him. It is after all his first birthday party. I planned for an expensive and chic birthday cake, a fab venue, a lot of friends and guests invited, cute giveaways, and everything that comes with it. Oh, the thought of grandeur and extravagance!
However, just a week before my son celebrates his first birthday an unexpected thing happened, he was rushed to the hospital due to severe vomiting. He stayed at the hospital overnight and had been under observation by his doctor. Fortunately or unfortunately there was no findings to explain his condition, and that means I paid for the hospital bill for nothing! (GRRR!) And that of course goes to say that the budget alloted for his birthday was spent on his hospitalization.
So for his birthday this Tuesday? We’ll just have to settle for whatever resources we have. In the end, none of my plans (and fantasies) about his birthday is feasible now.
I guess being Narcissists is a ‘genetic’ thing. But on second thought, ain’t it something that everybody has in them (secretly for some)?
Last Monday, my sisters, Reggie, Mimi, and I indulged ourselves with photo sessions that of course featured the ‘inner models’ in us. We dressed, we made up, and had fun posing and ‘imagining’. Well what can we do, we’re a bunch of self-obsessed siblings.
