the dawn of the 8th.
Thursday, January 08, 2009i can't sleep. i have these itchy rashes lately that just come as fast as they would go. parang chinese inscriptions on my skins, parang kinalmot na nagpantal and i don't understand why i get them. naliligo na ako sa calamine!
something interesting happened today. i got an offer to sing in a lounge at a certain hotel. and i like to sing, more than anything else. music is on the top of my list of likes. (next is reading materials)
so i invited my friend if we can check out the place. it was a nice hotel. and it was a nice lounge. well-lit, not too crowded, cozy and a little sophisticated. so, of course, i had to see myself if i can sing there. but i remembered gladys guevarra, and how she performs on stage, how she sings, and i wanted to be like her. very confident and very, very good.
but i can't do it. i had to consider so many things before grabbing that tempting opportunity. first is my spirituality. i can't sing in the church if i'm gonna sing there. you can't walk with God, and run with the devil...
next is my present job. although the owner is offering it as a part-time job for me, (and believe me, the rate is higher than my present job, for only 4 days a week!) i have to be considerate to my present job, may term dun e, kaso i forgot... it's 3.28 am, mind you.
and many other things. so as much as i love to sing, and be even a little like gladys, i have to turn it down... i'm contented watching gladys guevarra do her act.
speaking of gladys, she remembers me now :) but she's nicer on e-mails.
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