From the posts on my Facebook wall, it seems that what will naturally follow is a resurrection of this blog. Yep, I ain’t busy no mo and because I ain’t I gots all the time in the worl’.
After dropping by the bar to put the glasswares away, in preparation for today’s Riot Show 3, a short stop at the mall, and a cup of coffee with some friends at Starbucks, Lia and I went home early. We also went to bed early, and as they say, early to bed, early to rise to catch the early worm. Or whatever.
We were up at five in the morning and since then I have been looking through photos and listening to music. As I was about to fall back to sleep, I saw my daughter sleeping with her hands under her cheek, like I do, and I just had to get my camera, dusty and badly in need of a visit to the service center, out and take a photo.
This is perhaps one of those precious moments that I might have missed had I been still at the bar. More
Yellow leaves are falling off the tree right outside my window, the wind blows gently, the sun shines through a thin veil of clouds, birds are chirping and flying about on this beautiful morning. My Facebook wall has been flooded with Youtube videos of Train, Adam Levine and Javier Colon, and finally, Dia Frampton – a direct result of watching the premiere of The Voice’s Season 2 and a marathon of the complete first season.
It’s a good Saturday morning filled with music. My veins are throbbing with caffeine and my heart is full. I am ready to fall back into bed with Dia Frampton’s soulful voice in the background as I play her RED album.
If I heard her song on the radio and I hadn’t seen her on TV, I would think I’m listening to another Brit singer – just about my favorite musicians on the planet.
Who wouldn’t fall in love with these eyes? And this voice? And the simplicity written all over her face? I’m absolutely mesmerized. More
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