Halloween 2007

It’s one of those days. It’s lunch time. I plugged my earphones in my ears and played Alicia Keys in my iPod.  Immediately, I am transported to our vacation house in the Philippines, on a similarly cool day—perhaps not as cold, and where I’ve listened to the same kind of music except that over there, I’m locked up in my room, laying down on my bed and crossing back and forth the border of sleep and wakefulness, tinikling-style and in blurry slow-mo.  Instantly, I’m in a physical vegetative state in the present moment. I’m cooped up in my cubicle, lazy and lethargic as if I was hooked up to an IV of fast-acting liquified MSG. Well, I just devoured a hefty serving of rice and sliced sausages that I sautéed in garlic and onion a la pinoy last night (don’t forget the 3 squirts of ketchup!), that explains. I’m writing this just to keep my brain hanging on to the last threads of consciousness.  I’m hecka bored. I want to go home and go under the sheets, stat!

        I was a devilette for Halloween yesterday aka daemon babe, daemon chick, daemoness, daemonette whatever! We have been dressed up since the morning at work.  (Why do we, grown ups, enjoy dressing up in costumes and play pretend? Boy isn’t mankind all still kids at heart?!?!?! *SMILE*) Last night was a trip I took my niece trick-or-treating around the block.  I remember last year I tried to fake it and did some trick-or-treating myself, while pregnant at 4 months, as a sort of transitional rite and goodbye kiss to kidless-free-spiritedness (is there such a word?) and hello to “with-a-child-but-still-free-spirited-mommyhood”, marking an ending and a beginning.  But somewhere farther down the journey, God embraced our baby in His loving arms, and I have nothing to rant about that.  But I’m done with that trick-or-treating scam to stash away candy for myself. Now I’m in for some chaperoning, in style –as I would always have it. Halloween aka All Hallow’s Eve is still my most favorite night of the year and I will keep dressing up for it for as long as I can!

         Hubby coaxed me at the very last minute into joining the pumpkin carving competition at his workplace and we decided to go for it. I have already finished my cat-spider-and-lil-pumpkin by the window design when he told me, and so I just decided to add his company logo at the back to add a little pizzazz and at least make it competition-worthy.  I had no other choice because I was stuck with only one pumpkin.  Well, we won! Fifty bucks for having fun, what do you say about that! I was surprised that we won (the judges chose my entry over a chef’s work). Some guys from Al’s work thought I had traced a template and my typical proud hubby said “No, my wife free-handed it! Hell yeah!”  But, it’s true.  I free-handed it, because I’m always lazy to do all those multiple steps that “gifted” people choose to skip. Get the drift? Joke!!! Hahaha. Well, creativity is my twin, and imagination is my evil twin. In fact, I think I have been under-utilizing my talents lately…dum-di-dum-di-dum (talent? what talent???) I don’t think there was anything grand about our pumpkin.  But it seems like the other contestants also entered just for the heck of it and I was lucky enough to have a more precise and patient hand. It was one of those simple gradeshool-level contests to begin with.  But oh boy, now that I know…I am soooo looking forward to next year’s competition. Woohoo!!! Watch out! The Monica Geller has awakened in me…(remember F.R.I.E.N.D.S?)

        The bottom line is, I did it in memory of our little angel Cody, who is now watching over Al and me.  Please say a prayer for our little one. One year since his passing, almost.

        I’m not sleepy anymore.