So, ok, I do realize that I'm a grown woman, I shouldn't be drooling over the TV so much everytime I see Anderson Cooper but I just can't help it. He's too cute for words. Even when he's sleeping.....yay! Don't you just want to snuggle next to him! *giggle*


Poor Andy, must be really, really exhausted. But I'm sure glad he's in a different shirt color, not that I'm complaining, I looooove him in blue shirts, all shades of it.

I first saw Anderson Cooper last January (shame, shame... where have I been hiding all these years?) I didn’t catch his name then, he was in Sri Lanka covering the South East Asian Tsunami. From the moment he talked, I couldn’t change the channel, I was glued.

He is so different, not a typical anchor/reporter, sometimes he talks too fast and he also stutters a lot. His reports and views are very heartfelt and personal. Maybe because he writes his own reports. Or maybe because he's seen his own share of tragedies in his life so he knows how to relate to them.Not just a talking head I guarantee, he reports with his heart on his sleeves, really!

And then I never saw him again...I even forgot all about him until last August... eversince the tsunami hit our neighboring countries I’ve become some sort of a news junkie, switching the channels from CNN, BBC to Channel News Asia like some crazy-mental person. And after 7 months of channel surfing... one saturday morning, there he was again on CNN! the prematurely grey-haired, blue-eyed, pale, skinny and insanely gorgeous anchor/reporter that I’ve gone completely silly for!

He was in Maradi, Niger in a makeshift hospital where children are literally starving and dying in plain sight. He really felt badly when the 2 of the 3 kids in the hospital that he visited died because of severe malnutrition...he was upset because these children will soon be forgotten, no one will ever know that they existed except for their parents. In time, their parents may no longer remember their faces, they may no longer remember how they laugh or smell like...only their names will remain.

I love watching his news program, because of his very different approach in reporting and I especially love his Reporter’s Notebook segments, this is where he expresses all his emotions. And his writings – almost poetic. And the best one he did so far is “The Trouble I’ve Seen.” This piece is very poignant and in a way showed how much he respected and loved his father.

When hurricane katrina hit some part of the gulf coast in the US, I was glued on CNN because I know Anderson will be there, I know this for a fact because he’s been reporting on every hurricane that hit the US eversince he joined CNN (I think). He must have a hurricane fetish or something. True enough, he was in Baton Rouge that day, CNNI hooked up with CNN US and I was watching my Anderson live!!! wahooo!!! Don’t get me wrong, my heart goes out to all the victims of Katrina, I don’t wish anybody or any place any harm but when it does, I’d be watching it on CNN with the hope of seeing my Anderson, of course. Katrina’s aftermath was so severe and so unbelievable, and to say that they were all shocked and stunned by what katrina did to the historic New Orleans is not an overstatement. I couldn’t help but thank God we don’t have hurricanes and tornadoes here in our country. Had katrina hit us, i’m sure it will take us forever to recover. Even America, a country of great resources and power was paralyzed for days before they got it together.

And when Andy lashed out on some senator for not answering questions that needed to be answered and thanking fellow politicians when she should be doing something to help the victims,(our politicians are not so different naman pala) man! I didn’t really think that I could love him more that I already do!!! I didn’t think it was possible. On that episode, he choked-up about 10 times before he finally looked to his side and cried as he signalled the camera to look away or something. Everyone who watched that episode was shocked, and gone crazy over him, I’m sure. How could you not love the guy! He’s sensitive, intelligent (he was "JEOPARDY!" champion, by the way) and all human.

With Andy around,watching the news suddenly became more interesting and meaningful ;) hahaha!!!

It must be the vinegar.

I don’t feel feel okay right now. I feel gloomy and sad – I can almost see dark clouds and thunderstorms following me everywhere I go.

I don’t understand why, I’m still trying to figure things out. I do remember waking up in a really good mood, then I started to remember things that happened the night before, my tummy still aches from the vinegar I drank (as in literally) from a chicken restaurant. Why I drank the vinegar? I’m not sure why, but I had to be distracted and I wanted to be busy, I wanted to eat the left-over chicken bones but I had to restrain myself, I wanted to pretend I wasn’t listening… But still, I thought I was prepared, for weeks I’ve been readying myself for the “presscon” but I guess what I heard that night, I wasn’t prepared. Things just happen, for a reason I guess.

As a Christian, I try so hard to walk on the path that God made for us, everyday is like a battle, I try to fight the “evil” in me. Everyday I try to do good, I try not to hate or curse someone, I try not to wish any harm to befall to someone even if this someone is really, really rude and I think that he/she deserves it, I try to see the good side of people instead of the bad, I could go on and on but the thing is…I’m human, we’re all human. We couldn’t help but to sin though I try not to it on purpose, we’re weak and fragile, that’s why we need God in our lives. I’m not saying that I’m a saint or righteous, but it doesn’t hurt if I try to be one. I try to serve God the best way I can but sometimes I fall, sometimes I stumble, I may even go a little astray…just a little. But I always try hard to stand again and walk on the path.

We all contend to do the right thing and be in control of our lives but the fact is we’re not, He is.
We must focus on moving on and holding on no matter how thin the thread is. Just concentrate on not letting go.

A lot of things have happened this August, my father collapsed due to internal bleeding, he was hospitalized , and since we’re only four in the family, I had to take two days off from my job – I almost resigned because they wouldn’t let me. He’s okay now…thank God, only…my sister and I are totally indebted to almost everyone we know. When we got the hospital bill, I felt like fainting, I looked around and saw everything in dizzying patterns. I’m not complaining, I’m just telling.

This one, really took me by surprise, nothing ever prepared me for this…an old man, I think he’s almost 80, whom I treated as a father proposed his undying love to me, saying that he’s been feeling that way for more than five years now! He told me that whilst my father was in critical condition and I thought the proposal was worst, it turns out, the worst was he actually thought I was willing to run away with him!!! Hmmm…I thought I heard The Corrs singing…”I will runaway with you…” What did I do? I told my husband of course, and what did I get from it? Nothing! he laughed and mocked me! Embarrassing, really. To tell you honestly, I was monumentally afraid to go out of the house, I had to take my kids with me whenever I have to go out, I really felt like I was being stalked!

Akala ko naman ang ganda-ganda ko! Kainis!!!

p.s.
I can’t find the Itals button! pasensya na. Bloody Macintosh!!!

Ang Agila...bow!

I attended my son's first school program the other day – I didn't want to come to tell you the truth but as a mother it's my duty to support and attend every school activity or program they have, and I don't want them to look like orphans! Although I'm not sure if Dylan really knows what he's doing, he dutifully recites his line every night before sleeping! The kid's been practising and memorizing his two sentence acrostic line for three weeks, he's really serious about it. You should've seen him practice, it's hilarious!

I remember so clearly how I felt when I first attended a school program two years ago when my daughter was in kinder 1 (she's now in grade 1), as usual I went there because I have to but still I couln't hide my excitement to see my daughter reciting and dancing on stage.

Now, I'm back to the same school, sitting and watching the same program the school prepared year after year, I pretty much knew what to expect – the parade, the acrostic (in which my son has a line), the dance number, the contest and everything. I can't say that I'm excited at all but somehow I found myself almost crying when I saw my son on stage reciting his line about the Philippine eagle.

Damn! I wished I brought my camera!