Finally, Singapore! At long last, a negotiation between producer and this talent’s management has been secured that would result in my voice and songs finally getting the chance to be heard in this foreign shore. I thought it would never happen.
Read MoreIt was in October 2005 when we live recorded my first album Café Bossa in the function room of Stonehouse Bed and Breakfast in Quezon City; February 2006 when it was released.
I had no idea it was gonna be a big hit - reaching double platinum status in a few months (that’s 60,000 units sold), perhaps one of the few albums to still enjoy commercial success before the onslaught of piracy.
Read MoreIt is so true, that old adage that time flies. You try to keep track with pictures and journals and lessons learned, but more often than not, most of what happens escape you, like grains of sand you try to hold. But always, the heart is a good indicator of how time went by. And if i were to peer inside mine for this one year that has passed, I would find it slightly enlarged for all the new memories and emotions it now has.
Read More“All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ. Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes. God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure.” Ephesians 1:3-5
These were the verses our discipleship group pondered on last week.
Read MoreIf you asked me what my college life in UP was like, I would say it was a blur of attending classes, eating fishballs, getting those thick Nat Sci handouts that I barely got to read, going on zombie-mode every finals week, lots of singing, and lots of commuting.
Read MoreMost of you probably do not know how my singing began. My first “regular” gig was singing for my Lola whenever she played mahjong at our neighbor’s. I was probably four or five then, and in retrospect, a warbling wind-up toy (Katrina! Kanta ka dito, kanta ka dyan). It was so easy to coerce me to sing when I was young, but of course as I got older, I developed hiya and mercifully wasn’t made to sing at every family reunion or birthday party.
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