It's a nice sunday morning and songs by j kadison sometimes fit the light mood to the t.
(Nope, he's not a pop star. Just a piano player who really knows how to sing poetry. And he's damn good.)
Sunday, last day of a weekend, and 24 hours isn't enough.
The other day I was on the phone talking long distance to a nice lady in southern cali whose nephew is a choreographer of Justin Timberlake.
She told me a big booboo she made recently when she went to Kinko to have an edition of the paper photocopied because it featured JT and included the name of her nephew. But something went wrong that she ended up with a badly messed up paper.
Despite this, we were laughing at her admission that the world has changed in terms of mechanical advancements and her encounters with such can be served as party anecdotes. She is like the other women out there who until now probably don't even know how to operate the controls of the CD player in the cars they drive.
My own mother has still difficulty understanding her mobile phone, although it's a great relief that she fully knows how to send sms. Just don't expect her to play with the phone settings. To her, that's the role of her grandchildren.
So it's sunday. Later today, I'm thinking of bringing my mom to the bingo games at the mall. She sure likes to try that out. She's been telling me of how our family jeweler once played and won P50k in bingo.
And what would my mom do with a P50k-winning?
I don't know. But that's not going to stop her from selling plans to me.
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