Archive for November 5th, 2009
I Love Music
Thursday, November 5th, 2009I love music. And I love to sing. I have been checking out for MP3 players that I can buy since my old would no longer cooperate. Because I could not live without it, I already broke 2 of it. This will my third if I will buy one. I am planning to buy myself an early gift for Christmas. I am already starting to search online, in gadget stores in the mall, eBay and every possible store or place. I am starting to check on the price, the features and make sure that it will be everything that I wanted it to be. I just cannot live without music. It keeps me sane if I am stressed. It helps me control my temper and it makes me go to sleep if I will have my insomnia attacks. Music is my best friend. It is already part of me. I just cannot imagine life without music. It has been three days already since I did not have an earphone plugged into my ear. Good thing I my helper quit because her grandfather died and she needs now to take care of her widowed grandma. So both my husband and I are preoccupied in taking turns in getting the house tidy. But how long can I leave without music? Not long enough I know.
Best Gift
Thursday, November 5th, 2009I am married for 11 years now. Yet my husband never changed. He always sees to it that he lets me know that he loves me either by words or by actions. He will be celebrating his birthday soon and I wanted to give him something that he would not forget. As I was squeezing my brains on what to give him, I tried to recall every single gift he gave me. I realized he never really stopped giving me wonderful gifts each day. He tells me he loves me everyday. He tells me I still look good. It means a lot to me. He kisses me every night before he goes to sleep. Even if I were in deep sleep, I could always wake up every time he gets home because of that kiss. Still there is one thing I wish he would do. I want him to sing to me. Not in public but just outside our house, on his birthday, with stars all over the sky and outdoor fireplaces to keep us warm. Just him, his guitar and me. I would never grow tired of hearing him sing. Then, there I will give him my gift. Still do not know what though. But I know I will be able to figure it out in time.



