Talking to myself and feeling old
Sometimes I'd like to
quit
Nothing ever seems to
fit
Hangin' around, nothing to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
What I've got they used to call the
blues
Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I don't belong
Walking around some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
It's nice to know
somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
To run and find the one who loves me
(wala lang, wala akong ibang i post eh!)
It's a bit early to be looking forward to Christmas, but hearing the kids singing
The Christmas Waltz at practice on Friday has now got me looking forward to the holiday season, even though its, err, two months away:).
Since they're starting to gear up for this year's Christmas show, C told me I had a choice of what Christmas tune I could sing at this year's show. Last year I sang the Christmas Song. I'd rather not sing that again. Any suggestions?
I got as far as today before I took my first
sick day. I woke up with no voice.
Speaking of voices, watch Mga Munting Tinig (Small Voices). I saw it twice in the Philippines last July, and once last week during a special preview screening. But don't take my word for it, check out the NYT review [sorry, login required] for yourself.
Red's recent post reminded me how mesmerized
B and I were watching
James Nachtwey at work on some PBS special this weekend.
Hey Ya! (file under songs i am currently obsessed with)
1,2,3,4
My baby dont mess around
because she loves me so
and this i know fo sho
but does she really wanna
but cant stand to see me
walk out the door
dont try to fight the feelin
cause the thought alone
is killin me right now
thank god for mom and dad
for stickin together
cause we dont know how
heeeeeeeeeeeey yaaaa
heeey ya
heeeeeeeeeeeey yaaaa
heeey ya
heeeeeeeeeeeey yaaaa
heeey ya
heeeeeeeeeeeey yaaaa
heeey ya
So the good news is (the better news is, its a long weekend), I made it through the entire month of September without a scratch. The not so good news (yet strangely pride-enducing) is that I got my first bite today. Literally. We had a fire drill at 2pm (note: we have dismissal at 2:20) today. When we go out, we walk towards the local McDonald's. ALL the kids know this. A., the kid who has been giving me much grief since the beginning of the year for throwing himself on the floor 4-5 times a day and digging his fingers in to my arms out of frustration, decided that he was going to McDonald's. During a fire drill. When nobody is supposed to talk. Obviously, I pull on him to stay put. And predictably, he throws himself on the sidewalk. I let him sit and tell him how dirty the sidewalk is. Doesn't work. I use my back-breaking technique of unpleasantly picking him up under his armpits. Thankfully, he stays up in time for us to walk back to class. He tries to wiggle away. I don't let go. Then, "CRUNCH!", right there on my right arm, through my leather jacket, he bites. Thankfully, he didn't break skin. I now have a bruise. It hurts when I touch it. Yet I feel strangely proud that I have been initiated. I have my first battle wound, and the bruise to show it.
Note to self: Never say at the beginning of the day that its going to be an "easy day" because you'll just jinx yourself.
