i was not born a singer and i don't think i have what it takes to become one. a pro, is what i mean. sure i can sing... to myself while cooking or taking a shower, during videoke night outs with friends or office christmas parties where it was mandatory to belt a song or two. we used to go to bars along remedios in malate where the audiences were encouraged to participate onstage. i dared not.
when my son R was born, i became a regular singer... and composer. i would talk to him in ad-libbed songs. i had a song for him while giving him a bath, one for putting him to sleep, one for amusing him and still others when i played with him or danced him around.
twenty three years later, our little ayel was born and i've started singing again. upon waking up, i greet her with a song, like "good morning ayel... good morning ayel... good morning ayeeeeeel...". nothing fancy, just a tune to go with it.
little ayel would eye me quizzically each time i sang to her. i am not sure if that meant she was enjoying it or simply mental telepathy-ing me to read her thoughts which implored "cut it out mami, you're driving me nuts!"
i do not know if my mom sang to me when i was a child. all i know is, she talks to her dogs like a song.
About Me
- a certified nut
- growing up as the only child in a family full of adults, the only playmate i had was a black & white Great Dane who followed me around wherever i went. she wasn't much of a talker so i pretty much talked to myself.
baobab
Legend says that when the Baobab was planted by God, it kept walking and would not stay still, so God pulled it out of the earth and re-planted it upside down which is why they look as if they have their roots sticking up into the air. Whatever blooms from the Baobab tree is given back to the earth because the mighty tree never forgets its roots...
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