Monday, September 18, 2006

fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...

It's one of my favorite songs in the whole wide world. I've been listening to it everday in the past three weeks. To Sinatra's version at home and to Bennett's here in the office. The emotion that each version evokes (at least in me) is worlds different from each other.

Frank wants me to tap my feet, put my biggest smile on, walk around florence holding his hand on a fresh sunday morning. Tony wants me to watch the new york skyline against a starry night from the balcony of my 5th avenue penthouse with him embracing me from behind.

Franks is a celebration - that woooo-hooooo-im-so-in-love-i-could-have-danced-all-night feeling.

Tonys is a realization - that oh-my-god.-this-is-it!-this-is-all-i-need-for-the-rest-of-my-days! kind.

I love them both. sometimes equally. sometimes one a teeny weeny bitsy more than the other.

let's sing it.

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you

Friday, September 08, 2006

an appeal to all my male friends who plan to be husbands someday...

Please please please, even in the direst of circumstances, do not murder your wives!

It is just not right.

Friday, September 01, 2006

TOO MANY BALLS IN THE AIR

Just too damn many.

I feel like a clown juggling 6 balls at once and, from all around, people are throwing more balls into the mix to challenge me or just because they think I dont mind.

This is not the first time i'm doing this. Or actually it is. Except this first time started in 2003 and it just kept on going.

Sabi ni carmen, i should consider letting the balls drop because people are too used to none of the balls falling and they don't even notice me furiously juggling anymore.

May point sya don. And really 80% of me is walking towards that path, but the other 20 (a loud minority) is afraid that the balls will all fall on my head and knock me down.