My youngest brother and I were watching TV while eating lunch and there was a kid singing One Moment in Time. I remember that song, because I have a cassette tape of it. Haha! It was a song for the Olympics, if I remember right. Whenever we had people over, I'd sing it to the visitors. I don't think I even sang well, but they always appreciated the effort. d:

And then, there was my lambada routine. Haha! I'm sure I posted the picture maybe once in one of my sites. I have no idea where the heck I learned how to dance the lambada. I even had a "costume" of some sort. It kept a lot of my mom's friends entertained.

After that dancing bit, I enrolled in piano lessons at Yamaha and my parents bought a piano so I could practice. Never mind that we had to panic everytime it rained (we used to live in Marikina way back when flood was still a natural occurrence there) because the piano would get wet. I impressed (at that time, I thought I did) visitors with Thompson pieces. Haha!

Don't you remember your parents being so proud of you and showing you off every chance they got? "O anak, show tita your dance." Haha! And of course, you didn't know any better. You went ahead and danced lambada and cried after because the scab of your bakuna peeled off from all the dancing.

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Threen! Activate the comments on your blog. Hehe d: And thanks! I just remembered that one time when we were talking about goals after the ministry. It's like one step up the ladder, huh? (: