I had to escape
The city was sticky and cruel
Maybe I should have called you first
But I was dying to get to you
I was dreaming while I drove
The long straight road ahead, uh, huh

Could taste your sweet kisses
Your arms open wide
This fever for you is just burning me up inside

I drove all night to get to you
Is that alright
I drove all night
Crept in your room
Woke you from your sleep
To make love to you
Is that alright
I drove all night

What in this world
Keeps us from falling apart
No matter where I go I hear
The beating of our one heart
I think about you
When the night is cold and dark
No one can move me
The way that you do
Nothing erases this feeling between me and you


the craziest thing i did for love.
driving to distant places.
just needed to remind myself. not that I needed any reminding.
that's the problem.

Sofia is down with a slight fever and I think her mummy might be the culprit.

Against all protestations from the dad and the grandparents, I stubbornly allowed her to ingest indiscriminate amounts of ice cream this week. I was of the belief (and still am) that kids should be allowed to experience kid things like gorge on ice cream once in a while, bathe under the rain, gulp down slush puppies. These are of some the things that make up the happiest memories of my childhood and I felt it was important that my daughter go through similar things.

I can stil recall one cousin who wan't allowed to drink cold water until he was in college and how bad I felt for him. I wanted to give his mum a piece of my mind but I was 14 then and didn't have the guts to. I swore ,in that instant, that no child of mine will be deprived of enjoying her childhood to the point that memories are subconsciously kept under lock and key (as they are either forgettable or utterly revolting). More importantly, I'm not having my child shy away from taking all kinds of risks because she was scared away from doing so. I'd like to teach her to discern from stupid risks not worth taking and the calculated ones. Otherwise , at a very young age, she will not learn how it is to live.

Back to the ice cream fiasco, I think the operative word is "once in a while", so I submit a humble mea culpa in this regard. I was carried away , I admit. Plus, Sofia has her way of begging for it that melts my heart and, in effect, clouds my brain cells. Nyark.

Being a mummy is a work in progress, too.

Santi and I finally decided to grab some much needed quality time. The past month found us attending endless hearings that we hardly had time to breathe let alone find time to date. We figured that a break is definitely due so we ditched our schedule the other day and watched Sam Milby's My Big Love.

It's funny how we arrive at what movie to watch. He's more of the action/sci-fi fanatic while I gravitate towards drama/romantic comedies. When there is a stand-off, he usually gives in to my choice while I promise to let him have his way next time. Thankfully there are some flicks that fall in both our lists like Shrek, Batman, Superman and anything that has Sandra Bullock in it. (He is her number one fan and I think she's not that bad). But there is one genre that Santi just couldn't stand--filipino romantic movies.

I guess it's part of the Filipino male's psyche to throw a fit at the thought of suffering through a Pinoy love story. They find it cheesy, over the top and uber tacky. In other words, baduy. My husband would have a cow everytime I dragged him to the latest Star Cinema movie. In fairness, I told him, Star Cinema (sometimes GMA Films as well) churn out really good stories. The acting is hit-and-miss but I am partial to Piolo Pascual and Claudine Barretto starrers. (In my book, they are phenomenal actors.) We watched Milan thrice in three different cinemas. After that movie marathon, Santi is converted. Now, he is an avid Pinoy romantic movie fan and I am a happy wife.

While watching Sam Milby and Toni Gonzaga whisper sweet nothings in My Big Love, Santi mentioned how he thought Bea and John Lloyd had more chemistry and were more convincing in One More Chance (which we watched on its first screening day). I totally agreed saying that Sam and Toni are neophytes compared to the former. I smile to myself thinking that never in a million years could I have imagined Santi, poster boy for the Pinoy macho image, differentiate "chemistry" between love-teams, much less pick his preferences. He will still probably wring my lovely neck if he finds out I've blogged about it but it's true. We thrive in our own kababawan.We are the proverbial pinoy "baduy" love-team and we are proud. Well, at least I am

Minz is: gushing

I'm tired of all the second-guessing, criticisms, blame-throwing, fault-finding, the booing and hissing.So here goes.

Manny Pacquiao wasn't the better boxer in that fight. Technically, he came up short. He wasn't the same Manny we got used to seeing. Marquez truly outpointed him. But guess what?

Manny fought with with his eyes smashed up preventing him from seeing Marquez's jabs, he fought when every other boxer in his shoes would have quit, he fought with a heart of a warrior and for that we should all be damn proud.

Because really, nothing that all of the boxing world can say will change the fact that Manny is the better fighter.

That's it. This business is over.

Minz is: fed up

For the first time in awhile my family stayed home for the holy week. More than the economics of it, everyone seemed keen on taking a long and restive break. So we did--each to his own nook in the house.

Santi and I marveled at the impact of cable television, reminiscing 10 or twenty years ago when nothing was on during holy week except the seven last words and the pasyon. It's not that we are purposely avoiding the point of the whole lenten season (it's in the heart and not in the hours one spends reciting prayers) but that , to our minds, He lives everyday, not just in Easter.

So we pressed on with our channel surfing and caught up with movies/shows we missed. (AXN is finally showing the latest season of CSI, thank heavens). Sleep followed intermittently and it was pure bliss.

I decided to give the gym a rest as well and lazed in bed with the lttle tyke, who was ecstatic at having her dad around for four straight days without going "to the office". These are the times we wish we were filthy rich and need not work a single day.

We took to the streets on Good Friday and drove to my grandmother's grave in North Cemetery. I've never seen the streets of Manila empty like that aside from those days Manny Pacquiao was scheduled to fight. It reminded me of Tom Cruise waking up and finding an empty Times Square in Vanilla Sky, except that was creepy--this one was a breath of fresh air. Stay a few more days in boracay or wherever the heck you are, people, and let this moment be just for a little longer.

And then Easter came. I am rejuvenated.We all are.

We went to church and said our thank-yous for this life that we have and for the life that was given in exchange for it.

Minz is: thankful

I want to remember this day.

I need to remember this day.

So I can tell myself that no matter how hard one tries, there are things you just can't shake.

Minz is: drained

Minz is: giddy