Making your bets..

I was about to write about something else when I remembered something I stumbled upon last night.  We were hoping to create a website for Jan Kurt by getting his domain name, and lo and behold, I found out it had been acquired last September 19, so I could no longer get the domain name on behalf of Jan Kurt.  I guess someone was enterprising enough to shell out the money to get the domain name for all the names of the top finalists of Philippine Idol.

Domain name listings are a matter of public record unless you pay for a private listing, so I checked on who could have possible acquired the domain name.  It turns out it’s a company based in Virginia, here in the US.  You can actually acquire a domain name for as low as $2.99/year here now.  Yahoo sometimes makes a special offer of $1.99 even.  So it doesn’t really cost much — all you need is the foresight.

Wishing Jan Kurt Nieto the best of luck!

Thanks to YouTube, I can watch clips of Philippine Idol online.  Unfortunately, I cannot vote.  I am aggressively campaigning for Jan and hope that the people I’ve written to vote for him.  I read that Mr. C (Ryan Cayabyab) was critical of his performance when he sang “Bridge Over Troubled Water” — so I’m keeping my fingers crossed he performs better this coming weekend.

While the audience chooses who gets to stay and indirectly, who gets eliminated, our experience here with American Idol is that the audiences actually pay attention to what the judges say, even if Simon Cowell keeps getting booed when he starts bearing down on the contestants.  I know Mr. C is no Simon Cowell, but I’m hoping, too, that Jan will be like Fantasia Barino who had her bad days but who ended up winning over the favorite, Latoya London.  Personally, I thought Latoya was a much better singer by leaps and bounds, but Fantasia had the personality to go with the voice.

As I told Lani in response to her comment below on my original post about My Philippine Idol: Jan Kurt Nieto, all of them are already stars in their own right.  To have bested the thousands who auditioned for this competition and landed where they are speaks of real talent. 

While we sit and judge the contestants performing in front of a live audience and knowing the rest of the country is tuned in ready to cast theri votes, these individuals are actually performing in the worst of circumstances — so if they actually don’t hit their notes and sound flat, if they lose their bearings and you hear them go off-key, then put yourself in their shoes and you might become more forgiving.

As I said, they’re getting there.. a song at a time.  Good luck, Jan!

Blogging to nowhere

I was trying to write a post last night well into midnight.  I had two different posts which just disappeared.  My attitude about such occurrences is that perhaps what I was writing about was not meant to be published online.  Perhaps.  So be it.

I used to knock myself out fretting about long e-mails that the net would eat up.  Even hitting the back button did not resurrect the lost post.  It was, literally, lost in space.

So I am hoping my wireless connection will cooperate this time around.  It looks like it will not fail me tonight.  (Keeping my fingers crossed..)  I have a dozen topics I have been meaning to write about.  Half of them have been lost in my train of thought.  I know they will return in time.  I will write about them eventually. 

I visited my cardiologist yesterday and my ECG and ultrasound turned out okay.  He sent me home with a halter monitor, though, so I slept with electrodes attached to me and a walkman-type contraption slung around my shoulder just so I don’t tug at the cords connecting them to me.  We returned the monitor this morning and unless I hear from my cardiologist in the coming days, I’m not seeing him until Nov. 1 when I’m supposed to torture myself through a stress test.

My mom has had a halter monitor attached to her for one of her maladies, so I thought I’d pull a fast one and tell her the cardiologist I have is just extra cautious.  So I sort of told her a white lie and I said it was just a routine monitoring of my heart.  She doesn’t have to know about the episodes I’ve been suffering.  I didn’t have any major incident while the monitor was attached to me, but I did feel some quirky sensations where it mattered and I’m hoping the monitor caught it.

I’m supposed to go back to drinking baby aspirins and I will probably have to start drinking some wine again.  (He had prescribed a glass a day which I didn’t really mind, but I’m a Diet coke girl at heart.)  While I can drink merlot without any problem, my preferences when it comes to wines are the sweeter and fruity varieties such as rieslings and when there is nothing better, white zinfandel.  Anything to help stave off a health crisis.  And I guess it includes getting some exercise.  (Yeah.. yeah..) 

My bestfriend Fe and I used to say you have to pay us to torture ourselves like that, but I can’t afford to be complacent anymore.  At 40, I have to start thinking about my health not just for my personal welfare, but more importantly for the two-year-old tyke whose kids I hope to help take care of and dote on one day.   (He better not wait to marry until he’s 30!)  And as if on cue, the radiology center where I had my mammogram before I got pregnant just sent me a reminder postcard that I must schedule my next visit and test for November of this year.  (Yes, I will call tomorrow…)

I have no illusions about my mortality.  I know that good health is something we must nurture.  It just doens’t happen and it doesn’t stay in a positive state unless we work at it. And I intend to stick around quite a while — I made a promise to the guy sleeping next to my son, and my son, I know, expects me to live forever and a day.