[	mood	|	content	]
[	music	|	Too Much Heaven - Bee Gees	]

I've always thought of myself as the life of the party. Now, the party's nowhere but in my tummy - Astrud and her thunderous acts. Her stunts help me wade in the pool of nirvana. She keeps me high with the sheer bliss that her kicks had awakened in my sometimes gloomy soul. Then I'd sing ' Twinkle Twinkle' or Astrud Magdalena (in the tune of Smooth Operator) to her which would calm the storm in my gut. Her acrobatic feats make me wonder if she is already craving for freedom just as I had when I was a 7 month fetus in my mom's uterus. A couple of months too early than the due date and I wouldn't want that to happen to Lil Astrud. So I keep telling her to enjoy her solitude 'coz this isolation is one freedom that she won't be getting in a long long time. Once she gets out, people will be swarming about like rats and even I don't like it. I want her to enjoy my company while being holed inside 'til it's really time for her to slide out my hole. When that day comes, the party will certainly be unstoppable.

[	mood	|	amused	]
[	music	|	Honey Be Good - The Bible	]

According to The Bible:
'Be good. If you can't be good, be good at being bad like other girls should. Oh honey, be good.'
Now, don't be alarmed. When I say The Bible, I meant the 1980s Brit band.

This has been my motto ever since and I dunno if I should pass this on to my kid. I'd probably let her figure this out on her own. If she discovers this at an early age, then she really is 'her mother's daughter' and I guess I'm secretly gonna be proud of her.
 

[	mood	|	bitchy	]
[	music	|	Dear Prudence - The Beatles	]

I think I got wound up awfully tight by my 'I'm-having-a-baby-situation'. Either 'm taking this matrimorphosis a little too seriously or I'm just feeling bitter about the fact that I can't party hard now. My transition from this ultra cool lover I was to this Nazi wife is probably driving Tus crazy. I mean, if I can't join 'em in their drinking frenzy, beat him! The dictator in me is a force that even I can't control that I sometimes hear Tus' friends teasing him about being tied to my bedpost. Poor dog. Which is why I always turn to The Beatles for some soul uplifting or just to lighten up. Which means, I've already given my kid his first Beatles experience a few months back. Nevermind that his sense of hearing wasn't that developed during that time yet. We started early 'coz it's the vibe that I'm after and what a vibe! You hear the first beat from my earphones, then comes some mild thumping from my insides. I wanna believe he's having a ball because I'm having a rockin' time!

You see, my mood swings have been dancing from furious to melancholy (it's the fucking hormones) and I didn't want my li'l wonder to feel my uterine blues. So, I turn to the Fab 4 because they just put me in an immediate zone and that's where I want my baby to be until I've pushed him out of the sack. I'm just hoping that I'm able to push out this huge stick off my butt by that time. 'Til then, we're flying with The Beatles... or MJ... or The Pretenders... or Bowie... a fuck it! My ipod is our ticket to zoning out and we're zooming outta here.