Of Hormones, American Idol and Haiti

I just finished watching the elimination of American Idol Season 9 and four talented individuals were voted out--fortunately my bets weren't eliminated.  I already know the results even before its airing on Philippine television--that's the power of the internet, so I wasn't exactly surprised of the results.  Still remember American Idol Season 8 finalist Allison Iraheta?  She sang Scars, another single from her 2009 album "Just Like You", before Ryan announced it was time for Ashley to go home.  I liked the song, it was the first time I heard it.  While the guys seating on the first row were waiting for their fate, Kris Allen performed Let It Be, originally sang by the Beatles--I liked it, too.  This is the part where my hormones started to control over me.  I was at the verge of crying while watching Kris perform... an emotional song with a truly emotional video is a sucker for me.  Kris's eyes welled with tears too after he finished the song.  Truly heart warming.  His rendition is available for download at itunes and 100% of the proceeds will be given to Haiti.  

Music crosses all borders, remember when artists recorded for the first time "We Are The World" to raise funds for Africa?  The same song was recorded again by various artists, this time, for Haiti relief.  The song became popular again, in fact there's already a youtube version of the song that I learned from Tyra Banks tweet yesterday.  This proves again that when somebody is in need, we look beyond the color of our skin and our beliefs.

Tears are welling in my eyes again.  Hormones!

This is the reason why I don't want to watch drama on television or hear sentimental music after having my period... tears are really uncontrollable.  Before I went home from the office, I decided to have a quick snack.  There's this woman with two young boys which I believe are her sons, asked if the seats were taken.  I said no and gladly offered the seats to them.  The youngest of the two boys sat in front of me and asked his mom where's his food.  When the mom gave the wrong food, the boy said "no" with conviction.  I remembered my son giving me the same answer and same look on his face whenever I offer something to him that he didn't like.  I didn't finish what I was eating and I wanted to go home immediately to see my son.  On my way home, I remembered he isn't home because he went with his grandmother to the airport to pick up our other grandmother.  I totally forgot about it.  So, here I am alone again, writing a blog while waiting for my son who is currently indulging in Duty Free items.