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Norah Jones. Feels Like Home
It has been a week after I saw Norah Jones live here in Manila. Up to now, I am still wading in delight to have experienced such a calming and sultry sensation merely listening to her voice. Effortless. Completely effortless. She sounded as if singing were talking. Her aura showed a grounded temperament towards the audience. She was not a diva. If ever she was, it was her voice that made her one and not the attitude.
Night outs. To waste away or to rest?
After the soothing concert, our group took a moment to catch up with non-work discussions. There was a talk of where we would stay when we get to Boracay. Questions on what to do there were thrown in the air. I felt elated knowing that I was a part of this fun gang headed South to a weeks of relaxation and laid back living.
Obviously being a Saturday evening, we got tones of SMS from different people asking us to join their night outs. Funny but we all decided to call it a night, as we have been awake for 48 hours. Whilst haling for a taxicab (as none of us owned a car, nor could drive), Meng was enticed to join the rest of our colleagues who were at Metrowalk for a drink. Thina and I decided to be the killjoy of the group, thus we went home. It was a blessing that we did head home. Imagine, the finished at 5am?!?!?! Back in the days, I would have been comfortable with that. But now, I would rather catch up on my beauty sleep and wake up blissfully to a brand new day.
It has been a week after I saw Norah Jones live here in Manila. Up to now, I am still wading in delight to have experienced such a calming and sultry sensation merely listening to her voice. Effortless. Completely effortless. She sounded as if singing were talking. Her aura showed a grounded temperament towards the audience. She was not a diva. If ever she was, it was her voice that made her one and not the attitude.
Night outs. To waste away or to rest?
After the soothing concert, our group took a moment to catch up with non-work discussions. There was a talk of where we would stay when we get to Boracay. Questions on what to do there were thrown in the air. I felt elated knowing that I was a part of this fun gang headed South to a weeks of relaxation and laid back living.
Obviously being a Saturday evening, we got tones of SMS from different people asking us to join their night outs. Funny but we all decided to call it a night, as we have been awake for 48 hours. Whilst haling for a taxicab (as none of us owned a car, nor could drive), Meng was enticed to join the rest of our colleagues who were at Metrowalk for a drink. Thina and I decided to be the killjoy of the group, thus we went home. It was a blessing that we did head home. Imagine, the finished at 5am?!?!?! Back in the days, I would have been comfortable with that. But now, I would rather catch up on my beauty sleep and wake up blissfully to a brand new day.
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