Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo

I finally decided to revive my blog by doing some daily blog challenge.

So for today’s question: When I was growing up, my mother usually play 70s songs like Beatles and ABBA on the radio. My dad bought tapes of old singers like Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Lionel Richie and I grew up belting out Dancing Queen and Chiquitita (I can imagine our neighbors wincing at my childish voice trebling over the high notes).

I can clearly remembering using my mother’s hairbrush, pretending I am Whitney Houston in front of the mirror. But in any case, I grew up appreciating music. So, not much to my surprise, I grew up to enjoy singing. Modesty aside, I got a fine set of lungs and pipes that I can sing Broadway songs with little, if not without, difficulty. My range is mezzo soprano, when I first learned I could sing. Or at least, I used to, when I have warm up. My music preferences are eclectic– I liked old songs (say around 20s or 30s), classical music, dance music and even some pop artist (well, Lady Gaga does sound fantastic, at times). My favorite singers also varies, but I favored alternative rock and classical. My parents also love to sing so I enjoyed singing, too. Unfortunately, I have tremendous stage fright. I will only sing if I really have to, or if it’s a choir song.


Don’t Wait Around For Someone Who Is Willing To Love You, Get There First

I find this really beautiful but this is also one of things I often take for granted. In my insomnia attack, it’s nice to be reminded what should be my focal point.

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Love yourself like a mother loves her newborn.

Love yourself when you’re the loneliest you’ve ever been. You might be your own worst enemy, but you can also be the closest friend you have. Make that choice.

Look at yourself naked in the mirror and realize our bodies are just vessels and we need to love them regardless of what society has taught us.

Sleep with someone because you want to and not because you want them to like you.

If you’ve had your heart broken, be the one to pick up the pieces. Prove to yourself how strong you can be. Don’t put up walls so you don’t get hurt again. Let people in. It might end in tears but you won’t know until you’ve put your heart on your sleeve.

Look at your scars and remind yourself how beautiful our flaws are, you don’t judge tigers…

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