
Unearthing some vintage performances of our Songbird. Here's an audio clip of Regine's earlier version of this song.
I really love looking at Shooting Stars (pun intended). Photo taken By Armand Bengua-Frasco
There comes a time when your mind fails you. It commences when the billions of neurons in that skull start to shrink, and so do your mental faculties. Like focusing, for instance. Like a drift wood caught in a sea cyclone, I resigned myself to my fate. Free fall for both, like Newton's apple dropping on his lap.
