Sick, sick, sick. And not only that, I'm tired. I am sick and tired
So I went out Saturday and felt better. But this stupid phlegm is getting the best of me. My back is aching, my head feels like it's floating, and I don't feel like going anywhere.
What a great fucking way to feel like before going to an audition. beh.
Saturday was interesting. I woke up with a fever, felt crappy, but I refused to have ALL my plans cancelled. So I went to Greenbelt to meet up with Ria. That's always good. We never run out of things to talk about. Pamzy tagged along, looking surprisingly happy with her newfound hobby: jewelry making.
Ria and I parted ways and along my way comes Jigs. He treats me for dinner at Java Man while we talk about the joys and pains of being and graduating from Pops. He always has things to say about everything. I swear, Jigs. Sabay tayo sisikat!
Then we head for Music1 where I end up splurging. Three cds. Carrie Underwood (awesome), Andrea Bocelli (what's this watch ad?) and Brian Wilson (smells like summer). Then Sunday came and I skipped church (what's new). Worship at New Life that afternoon, though, wasn't as great. The worship team went on a R&B persuasion, and new arrangements of old songs. But Pastor Paul (who turns out to be a HUGE Bora fan way back he was new at being a pastor before I was born) had an amazing teaching about faith, which galvanized what I already knew. It turns out, I've been practising what I've been learning on my own, and all I needed to affirm myself was knowledge of Greek. Go me.
BUNNY! I can't seem to add myself. It doesn't say that I'm a member of our comm, and that I need to contact you to add me. Well, I can wait.
What a great fucking way to feel like before going to an audition. beh.
Saturday was interesting. I woke up with a fever, felt crappy, but I refused to have ALL my plans cancelled. So I went to Greenbelt to meet up with Ria. That's always good. We never run out of things to talk about. Pamzy tagged along, looking surprisingly happy with her newfound hobby: jewelry making.
Ria and I parted ways and along my way comes Jigs. He treats me for dinner at Java Man while we talk about the joys and pains of being and graduating from Pops. He always has things to say about everything. I swear, Jigs. Sabay tayo sisikat!
Then we head for Music1 where I end up splurging. Three cds. Carrie Underwood (awesome), Andrea Bocelli (what's this watch ad?) and Brian Wilson (smells like summer). Then Sunday came and I skipped church (what's new). Worship at New Life that afternoon, though, wasn't as great. The worship team went on a R&B persuasion, and new arrangements of old songs. But Pastor Paul (who turns out to be a HUGE Bora fan way back he was new at being a pastor before I was born) had an amazing teaching about faith, which galvanized what I already knew. It turns out, I've been practising what I've been learning on my own, and all I needed to affirm myself was knowledge of Greek. Go me.
BUNNY! I can't seem to add myself. It doesn't say that I'm a member of our comm, and that I need to contact you to add me. Well, I can wait.