A few important lessons

August 26, 2009

1. Nobody owes you anything.

2. Talk to service people, it will make them feel better about their day.

3. SM home stuff and groceries are cheaper than Robinson’s.

4. Plastic shoes are love.

5. Don’t twist your umbrella against a freakishly strong wind. It will snap.

6. Act like you know what you’re talking about.

7. Accounting is an important skill.

Ye olde

August 11, 2009

You see pictures from high school and you suddenly feel so old, like you swam through an ocean of time where you can never retrace each stroke. In an ocean there are no landmarks. There are no clues as to where you have been. The passage of day and night is all the same that you will eventually lose the sense of time so precious to our species. When you look back, only the endless water will greet you. When you look forward there is nothing but more warer.

Breakfast of the champions

August 6, 2009

There’s nothing like a 600-calorie breakfast to make my day.

 

What wouldn’t I do for that man

August 4, 2009

My new favorite song is “What Wouldn’t I Do for That Man” by Annette Hanshaw, circa 1929. I love her voice - I can honestly call it angelic. Also, I like the vibe of flapper blues songs.

 

Here’s me singing it. I missed a lot of notes. I just learned the song yesterday and I’m too lazy to record again.

 

 

“What Wouldn’t I Do for That Man”
Jay Gorney & E.Y. Harburg
Sung by Annette Hanshaw
Velvet Tone, 1929

love was blind to me
now its kind to me
love has opened my eyes

since it came to me
life has came to me
with the sweetest surprise

i never knew how good it was to be
a slave to one who means the world to me

i love that man from the start

and way down deep in his heart
i know he loves me
heaven knows why
and when he tells me he cant live without me
what wouldnt i do for that man

hes not an angel or saint
and whats the odds that he aint
with all his faults i know hell get by

ill be so true to him, hell never doubt me
what wouldnt i do for that man

oh when he lets me lean my my weary head on his shoulder
i close my eyes right there and wish id never grow older
ill never leave him alone
ill make his troubles my own
i love that man as nobody can
im just no good when his arms are about me
what wouldnt i do for that man
oh what wouldnt i do for that man

ill never leave him alone
ill make his troubles my own
i love that man better than i do myself
im just no good when his arms are about me
what wouldnt i do for that man
oh theres not a thing i wouldnt do for that man
 

Symbols never die, but just fade unto distant memory

August 3, 2009

The first essay I ever wrote was in third grade. It was on one of those Grade 4 pads, like intermediate ones you use on high school, only smaller. I used a pink pen because the color was pretty. I wrote about Cory Aquino, the first woman president, and how awesome she is. My mom kept that essay in a drawer for many, many years, and I suspect she still has it.

 

Everything that needs to be said about Cory Aquino has been said since her death last Saturday.

 

She will be remembered well.