Dragon dance…of course, you should have seen it, heard it during Chinese New Year. From my room I heard it many times. I smiled because it reminded me a bit of Cebu’s Sinulog festival. The noise, the beat…

Last night I thought I heard it again. Was it another dragon dance? My housemate said, “No. It’s for Chinese funeral.”

Ooops. Okay.

I’ve been here in Singapore for more than five years now and I haven’t really seen a Chinese funeral. Decided to go to the block near my place to take a quick look, but the ceremony was over when my housemate and I got there. Haha. Anyway…

I am not a singer, so I sing. Why not? Haha. This is what happens when I am homesick. When I have deadlines to meet. When I have writer’s block. When I’m supposed to complete a project and don’t even know where to start. When I am restless. When I am missing someone. When it’s 2 am and I’m still awake. I sing. I am free. I enjoy and laugh at myself. I start all over again. I allow myself to make mistakes and be a beginner again.

I am not a singer, so I sing. Why not? Sometimes it’s easier to do the thing that you don’t know. Haha!

(I was supposed to record my voice over for my digital story. I just couldn’t do it right. So I ended up singing. Haha!)

Ruth: “I want ice cream.”

Me: “What?”

It wasn’t really that I didn’t hear her. I just enjoyed her tiny, little voice on my ear and I was giving my sister the time to take photos of this precious moment. Haha. After about three times of asking her what she said, she made her voice a bit louder and pulled my ear and said, “I-want-ice-cream!”  Haha. Sweet child. I just love you!