Three hours

Yes, I sang and played the piano for three hours this evening. Because you know, sometimes the heart just wants to cry in another way.

Do I miss singing in public? Not so much because I remember always having laryngitis or toncilitis when I was still in a band. I quit the band because I was getting sicker and sicker. Well, I wasn’t living an exemplary life then anyway. πŸ˜…

But every now and then I find myself wanting to play the piano and sing in some bar. I remember being invited to sing on stage when friends have gigs. I remember being in Conspiracy and singing Walang Hanggang Paalam when Joey Ayala was playing. I don’t know where in the world did I get that hubris to do that but I must have been drunk. πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

These days I just sing to myself and it’s the best feeling when you realize you still got it.


Sushi hunting for the insect that got through the window when the window screen was accidentally left open. Kimchi is being her prima donna self. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I was too lazy to cook today so we went out to eat bibimbap.

While waiting for our food. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Mixing, mixing. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Bulgogi rice for Twin A. Photo by CallMeCreation.com