"In A World of My Own" - Alice in Wonderland
On the second day of the sixth month, it's all about me. I devote this entire day to myself because every day before and after is devoted to others. This single day is a time for me to reflect on the year that's gone by and a whole new year that lies ahead. I think back to the people I've celebrated with and how often those people have changed. I think about my family and how, throughout the changes, they remain the same; they remain by my side.
I didn't know what song to pick. It's kinda funny really. All these songs and yet when it came time to select one for me, I was at a loss. Stumbling over my playlists, rummaging once again through my cds, and hitting up every possible source I could think of for inspiration. It was at this moment that memories of birthdays long gone came flooding back. All the way back to the day I was born. I was too young of course to really remember, but my older sis never fails to share this story year after year:
"I was sleeping soundly in my bed and when I turned around there, right next to me, was a crying baby with absolutely no hair. Ever since then every time I turned around, there she'd be and will always be because she will always be with me."
I remember as a little girl how my parents would dress us up like twins even if we are 2-years apart. We would wear the same colored outfits and have the same hairstyles so that people could never tell who was who. The only difference would be the cake and the gifts. I remember my first surprise party when my entire 5th grade class was sitting in my living room as I opened the front door. I remember wailing passed them, down the hall to my room, because I was in such disbelief that they were all there for me. I remember because this was the first time my sis and I no longer had to dress alike for a party.
I remember going out to dinner with my family and being able to pay for it for the very first time on my own. I remember how proud I felt knowing that I could do this. I remember the fancy places we tried and how every year was different from the next. Places that sat high upon a hilltop looking over the city or near a pier overlooking the beach. Hidden gems tucked away from the world to restaurants we found close to home. Tea houses upon tea houses until we finally found one we can call our very own. Although not every place was a perfect place, every place was a new experience. The only important thing was that we were always together.
I remember the birthday gifts; the bountiful birthday gifts. I remember coming home late one night, smelling scented oils in a floral blue oil-burner as posters from movies I love were laid out neatly on the bed. I remember the Precious Moments figurine sitting pretty and feeling a bit surprised that a brand new person in my life wanted to do all of this for me.
I usually love giving gifts than receiving them, but I do have to say getting Manolos of my own definitely struck a chord in my heart...not to mention my feet, but it's the small things that have always mattered most. The gestures my family would make minutes before midnight that I will forever cherish. Like singing "Happy Birthday" in a whisper so they don't disturb the neighbors or putting a little candle in pandesal (bread) so that I can make a wish. Like writing notes on several post-its and placing them on bathroom mirrors, on top of the fridge, and on the front door so I won't miss 'em. Like dangling a necklace with a delicate leaf pendant dipped in gold in the middle of the hallway so that I'll see it the moment I wake up. I love the intricate details they put into every party thrown. I love how special they make me feel because I know that they will continue to do these many splendid things for me. So, I finally chose this song because it reminds me of my precious family, a small precious few that have impacted me, and of course little, ol' me.
Lyrics:
Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes
And hats and trousers
In a world of my own
All the flowers
Would have very
Extra special powers
They would sit
And talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely
In a world of my own
There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly
How-do'ya do birds
Everyone would have
A dozen blue birds
Within that world of my own
I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a wonderland
http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/d/disney6472/aworldofmyown512027.html
http://thethreadjunkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreamer.html
On the second day of the sixth month, it's all about me. I devote this entire day to myself because every day before and after is devoted to others. This single day is a time for me to reflect on the year that's gone by and a whole new year that lies ahead. I think back to the people I've celebrated with and how often those people have changed. I think about my family and how, throughout the changes, they remain the same; they remain by my side.
I didn't know what song to pick. It's kinda funny really. All these songs and yet when it came time to select one for me, I was at a loss. Stumbling over my playlists, rummaging once again through my cds, and hitting up every possible source I could think of for inspiration. It was at this moment that memories of birthdays long gone came flooding back. All the way back to the day I was born. I was too young of course to really remember, but my older sis never fails to share this story year after year:
"I was sleeping soundly in my bed and when I turned around there, right next to me, was a crying baby with absolutely no hair. Ever since then every time I turned around, there she'd be and will always be because she will always be with me."
I remember as a little girl how my parents would dress us up like twins even if we are 2-years apart. We would wear the same colored outfits and have the same hairstyles so that people could never tell who was who. The only difference would be the cake and the gifts. I remember my first surprise party when my entire 5th grade class was sitting in my living room as I opened the front door. I remember wailing passed them, down the hall to my room, because I was in such disbelief that they were all there for me. I remember because this was the first time my sis and I no longer had to dress alike for a party.
I remember going out to dinner with my family and being able to pay for it for the very first time on my own. I remember how proud I felt knowing that I could do this. I remember the fancy places we tried and how every year was different from the next. Places that sat high upon a hilltop looking over the city or near a pier overlooking the beach. Hidden gems tucked away from the world to restaurants we found close to home. Tea houses upon tea houses until we finally found one we can call our very own. Although not every place was a perfect place, every place was a new experience. The only important thing was that we were always together.
I remember the birthday gifts; the bountiful birthday gifts. I remember coming home late one night, smelling scented oils in a floral blue oil-burner as posters from movies I love were laid out neatly on the bed. I remember the Precious Moments figurine sitting pretty and feeling a bit surprised that a brand new person in my life wanted to do all of this for me.
I usually love giving gifts than receiving them, but I do have to say getting Manolos of my own definitely struck a chord in my heart...not to mention my feet, but it's the small things that have always mattered most. The gestures my family would make minutes before midnight that I will forever cherish. Like singing "Happy Birthday" in a whisper so they don't disturb the neighbors or putting a little candle in pandesal (bread) so that I can make a wish. Like writing notes on several post-its and placing them on bathroom mirrors, on top of the fridge, and on the front door so I won't miss 'em. Like dangling a necklace with a delicate leaf pendant dipped in gold in the middle of the hallway so that I'll see it the moment I wake up. I love the intricate details they put into every party thrown. I love how special they make me feel because I know that they will continue to do these many splendid things for me. So, I finally chose this song because it reminds me of my precious family, a small precious few that have impacted me, and of course little, ol' me.
Lyrics:
Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes
And hats and trousers
In a world of my own
All the flowers
Would have very
Extra special powers
They would sit
And talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely
In a world of my own
There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly
How-do'ya do birds
Everyone would have
A dozen blue birds
Within that world of my own
I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a wonderland
http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/d/disney6472/aworldofmyown512027.html
http://thethreadjunkie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreamer.html
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