i'm sick. hate my stupid cough, hate the stupid phlegm that comes with stupid coughs and hate the sore throat that comes with phlegm and stupid coughs. now i'm craving clam chowder soup. soup on sick days makes me happy.


so, we played at Saguio last night and though i was nervous (it didn't help that the place was packed), we still had a good set and for that i cannot be any happier (not just cause of the good set but because i've got a new secret -sshh-).

i think i love Saguio even more now, especially since one of the bouncers (or should i call him door-opener, cause all he does is open the door) looks like manny pacquiao (spelling?) if he hadn't decided to pursue boxing. i even took a picture with him because i have no shame. i think he was flattered. gigs are just plain hilarious cause you never know who you'll meet or what random thing you'll do next - like stand in the middle of the stage to pose for a picture while another band plays just cause a friend dared you to (migo's such a witch).

migo and i also have a new tradition that we think prevents us from getting stage-fright: fly-chickens-fly. it works. my hands didn't shake nor did my legs go numb. yay! i think i'm getting used to playing in front of a crowd again. i better be. Fairlight's opening for Bamboo next week and it just won't be right if we mess up our set especially since it's an out-of-town gig. sweet. my dearest San Pablo Laguna, i have no idea where you are or how we are even getting to you.

i'm not being modest or anything (because i am far from being modest) but i still find it funny when people come up to me and tell me we're good. they really shouldn't do that cause all they're doing is feeding my ego and i fear that sooner or later my head won't be able to fit through doors. that just wouldn't be fun. i love walking through doors. doors amuse me because in that millisecond when i'm in between the frames, i almost feel as if someone's attempting to enclose me in a box - that idea really freaks me out because i'm a claustrophobic moron. but then i take one step forward and the fear disappears even before my brain has time to register it. i don't think i'm making much sense. whatever.

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