Monday, July 19, 2004

The scheduled videoke last last Saturday was put on hold, and the one scheduled last Friday had a raincheck, semi-literally. I was bored to the depths while doodling at Cafe Breton - Podium and thought, "Oh, fuck it. I'm going singing." Nothing new to me, really, singing by my lonesome. Just like the good old days.
For those who haven't been to Music21 - Timog for a while, the far end of the small waiting lounge had been converted to an itty-bitty stage. The large television now stands beside the stage where you'll find a standard-sized monitor and a microphone stand. Needless to say, those waiting in line for a room can opt to do some vocal warm-ups. Music21 has three resident singers on stand-by in case the patrons were too shy to show off.
So I got a room and spent about an hour and a half practicing new songs to be added to the repertoire. The lung-busters, of course. And sure enough, these lungs got busted big time. Haven't done this in a long time and now I couldn't reach the high notes. Bummer. After settling the bill, I trudged up Timog and Tomas Morato and grabbed a meal at Suqui's, a Japanese restaurant that closes at five in the morning on Fridays and Saturdays. Woohoooo! The torikatsu was plentiful and satisfying.
Now I'm feeling a bit under the weather, but it's no biggie. Nothing a good night's sleep won't fix. Tomorrow's another workout day. Finished another page for Siglo:Passion. Something to finish for Kestrel. Then there's the bathroom. *sigh*

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