Pounding The Keyboard

        My sister is currently pregnant with her third child. And you know what’s the most laborious task during pregnancy? No, not the pregnancy itself. Or the delivery—but the naming of the baby. Tee-hee.This is the reason, I think, why some kids are just named after their parents.          My sister’s four year old daughter already has suggestions: Maya if the baby’s a girl and Julian if it’s a boy. When asked, my niece (who speaks a lot better English than me) said, “Well, I got it from the cartoons I was watching.”         My sister wanted to know If I had names in mind.         Nonchalantly, I said the first two names that cropped up in my mind.   “ David if it’s a boy and Josephine if it’s a girl.”         “Why Josephine?” she asked.         “Why not?”          Josephine’s one of my favorite female names.          Napoleon Bonaparte’s greatest love was a woman named Josephine. Jose Rizal was once married to a lady named Josephine.   Tori Amos

         Valentine’s Day is over and lovers all over the world must still be reeling, sore and tired from all those—what? You don’t know what Valentine’s Day is? You must be one of the bitter ones. Well, Valentine’s day is this overrated, corny and highly-commercialized occasion when you’re forced, uh,   okay, inspired, to show   your love to your beloved. The association of motel chain operators highly approve this occasion.          Why would someone need a “special day” to express his or her feelings to another person   is beyond me. You’re in love? Then by all means smother your beloved with your love.   Tell her how you love her everyday; send her sweet messages; tell her how you find her very pretty ( kahit bagong gising siya at hindi pa naghihilamos ) and how you truly appreciate every thing she does; tell her how grateful you are that you’ve met her;   give her small gifts and frequently hold her hand and kiss her— do all these things often, unless, of course,   if