i'm in a net cafe when i'm supposed to be home working on my non-existent violin skills. my sister left yesterday evening which ended her weekend vacation in the dingy jungles of the city. boy, does that make me happy.
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i haven't heard from dear good ol' ameng since she met up with us at seattle's. i haven't heard anything from her. ad the fact that she's not even attuned with technology doesn't help at all. not at all. she's about the only person i know who's not on friendster. she doesn't even have an email ad. she does have a celly number. but her celly was destroyed by her lousy ex and she borrowed lai's some week back. if and when she returns that, i can't figure out any way to track her again. unless we barge to the mountains of antipolo where she lives and knock on her door. which isn't exactly a bad idea.
why am i looking for her? there's still some questions that needs answers. and only she can supply that.
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i went ktv crazy last sunday. contrary to the planned movie at G4, we ended up at music 21 sunday evening belting out everything from james taylor to barbara streisand to side a. i was against the idea, at first, because i wanted to watch a movie. the last film i saw was kill bill vol. 1. i haven't even seen the return of the king dammit! so when they suggested ktv, i was adamant. but when we got there, i wanted to sing more than anyone else. or maybe, slightly more than anyone else.
it makes for good bonding since we bummed for five hours there doing nothing other than busting our lungs out trying to covet the elusive 100 score.
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there's nothing more to say.