C is for Cookie

"Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's."
5 months ago

I wrote a Silly Little Song once and @akiraaaaaawr was silly enough to create a remake out of it but I admit that I really love this

5 months ago
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I have a ukulele now. And the world instantly became a better place. This was a gift from Ukulele Philippines! Thank you Sir Vic and Sir Leon, who believe in love and happiness and music, and for constantly providing us with inspiration to keep playing, and to help fuel the growing roster of ukuleleists everywhere. You have a special place in the heart of this lucky girl. Mahalo!

I have a ukulele now. And the world instantly became a better place.

This was a gift from Ukulele Philippines! Thank you Sir Vic and Sir Leon, who believe in love and happiness and music, and for constantly providing us with inspiration to keep playing, and to help fuel the growing roster of ukuleleists everywhere. You have a special place in the heart of this lucky girl. Mahalo!

5 months ago
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I went to the 1st Ukulele Philippines Challenge at The Collective last Saturday. There were ukes, harmonicas, kids, and old people. There were peanuts and milk. Every single person in that room was either happy or in love. Or both. I was in love with the atmosphere and the way people held their ukes like old best friends. We were inside that small store on our monoblock chairs and it felt how a big happy picnic would’ve felt like. Sir Manny, a long-time friend of Ukulele Philippines, was one of the last performers. He had everybody sing and play along to Stand By Me. All it took for me to stop in cathartic amusement was a glance at the kids playing their ukes, and the harmonica solo at the end. It honestly felt like home. I didn’t get a uke for a prize but when the shop owner found out that I didn’t really own a uke, he promised to give me one before my friend and I left. I was the happiest kid that day.

I went to the 1st Ukulele Philippines Challenge at The Collective last Saturday. There were ukes, harmonicas, kids, and old people. There were peanuts and milk. Every single person in that room was either happy or in love. Or both. I was in love with the atmosphere and the way people held their ukes like old best friends. We were inside that small store on our monoblock chairs and it felt how a big happy picnic would’ve felt like.

Sir Manny, a long-time friend of Ukulele Philippines, was one of the last performers. He had everybody sing and play along to Stand By Me. All it took for me to stop in cathartic amusement was a glance at the kids playing their ukes, and the harmonica solo at the end. It honestly felt like home.

I didn’t get a uke for a prize but when the shop owner found out that I didn’t really own a uke, he promised to give me one before my friend and I left. I was the happiest kid that day.

5 months ago
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they always told me I had my father’s eyes my father’s skills, my father’s will he slept with another girl when I was very young my mother cried since then her heart has died my mother’s mother died when she was very young so don’t blame her she tries her best she tried to change for us but she can never let go kept us inside her palms she can never let go she held her rulebook in her hands for me to follow discipline seems like her favorite word we spent our lives misunderstanding one another we’re too different nonetheless I love her she taught me to live in fear so that day I’ve sworn an oath to someday marry an artist so that way I’ll never let my children suffer I’ll let them live their lives and fall down in the process they’ll be more creative than I have ever been