I am not a risk-taker. If I am I could have been somebody now. Not that I’m having regrets of whom I become today. But was there ever a time you thought of being someone or somebody else other than who you really are? (C’mon! admit it, don’t give me such a lame excuse that if you want to live your life again and given a second chance you will still choose your life now….in your deepest thoughts you could have been someone you’ve always wanted but can’t).

 It could steam from different reasons, opportunities, time and chances, you can blame it on them. But did you ever thought of sacrificing everything you have for that one thing you want the most? Even if it will mean losing everything? I am not like that, I can take some risk but not fully. Could it be because of my culture or because its the way I was brought up?

 I want to work in different places, tour the worlds like as if there’s no tomorrow, love freely with no boundaries and no if’s and but’s but given the circumstances (I will not enumerate) I doubt if I ever will be in this lifetime. It’s like a craving that I can’t resist, it keeps on tempting me to be where I should be but something pulls me down and says no, you are on the safe place now and this is where you should be (is it my conscience? Can I kill her now?).

 You can be whoever you want to be so they say (goes out to people with money and much time to waste) , what you need to do is find it in your heart (what now, dissect my heart and find out if there was a Egyptian hieroglyphs engrave on it). It’s easier said than done, sacrificing everything is a tough job to do, you have to reconsider your choices and you can’t afford to make mistakes when everything else in your life is at stake.

 Sometimes what you can afford to do is sit in one corner with a friend or someone you feel comfortable and tire them listening to your life’s journey (Zzzzzzzzzz) and over a glass of margarita talk about what should have been, if you were not married today, if you didn’t have kids, if you didn’t believe what your parent decides on for your future, if you only follow your heart and not your brain (is there any?) or a choice to dump that useless boyfriend or girlfriend you have right now, if only you have enough money, if your only as famous and powerful or if you can only resign from your job and slap that bosses who never stops criticizing you and throw him or her to the trash bin (yes baby, she or he belongs there!!!! Ra! Ra! Ra!), if only you can decide now and not hurt your family or someone else’s feelings for that matter. Oh! boy! that’ what you can only say, and gulp in another pitcher of margarita. Then you forgot about what you just thought about now and sleep it over, do the everyday task likes as if there’s nothing that bothers you

 Tell me, what are you to do? How many of us have given up on the passion that makes our heart soar, would you made the same choice? Or is it man is never really satisfied, and that longing has something to do with never having enough. It’s sad isn’t it? You meet someone so wonderful now that your married and you look at your husband and starts re-evaluating why you decide to fall for this man in the first place and why you would want to see yourself waking up with the same man 35 years from now.

 For people who is willing to take the risk at all costs, it will be easy task but for someone who can decide but can’t afford to lose what he or she already have it’s a tall order you are not willing to even think of in the first place.

I am still freaking out. I just had a wonderful night and I cannot describe how happy I am that I brought smiles to all my friends tonight (few of them). Out in my bed, I woke up this morning around 10 in the morning (Bingo! I am late for work or am I was having hallucinations,its a weekend right?) . Instead of cramming my way to work (BOG! sound of a head bat for not still figuring out if its a weekend or not.and get the calendar , you freak!) I took my ever treasured cookbook and TING! (light bulb moment) I just thought about giving a nice dinner for friends and I can’t wait. I thought of a theme but then I realize with a limited budget I should make sure the dinner is for a few but intimate, elegant and most of all delicious. Then Chef Mario Batali’s face was on TV and TING! again (it’s cool to do this , sound effects makes it all real) how about cooking Italian food….hmmmm…(while doing that I’m beginning to touch my wattle) I

can’t wait to do it and whip it all up in my kitchen (sorry Mom, it is mine for today).

First I have to call my “few friends”, other’s can’t make it, so I’ll be expecting five people tonight. It’s insane that when I call them one by one they throw one common question and honestly it irked me, “What? it? (Argh! can’t I make a dinner even without having something to celebrate?) they actually asked me again why, I would want to bang the phone on them but because these are my “few friends” (I have a limited budget so you can understand why I didn’t invite you, right?) I just go on and said that I want to see them over dinner (you wouldn’tt want to ask me what is the third question ….okey, they said Why? Am I going to die soon?). I banged the phone and throw it (five times). Don’t worry they will show up , that’s how we all are, sarcasm is part of our lives, we can’t go on a day without it.

After making that sweet call I started to scribble my menu and because its Italian cuisine I thought of only one thing, “pasta”. Around 1 pm I drove to the nearest grocery store and get the ingredients I needed. Unfortunately, the grocery just run out of parmesan cheese so I have to check out a Deli Shop nearest my place and OMG!! I was starting to melt when I saw the shelves of all the ingredients. I thought if I allow myself to be tempted in buying all the wonderful spices and cans in front of me, I might scrooge for the next few days (good thing I did).

I bought only the things I need. I would love to see a specialty store here, where all the spices are available fresh like the ones you see in food network, I wish (will someone think about putting one). I thought of putting cold cuts and some sausages for entree’ so I purchased minimal amounts of veal sausage, parsley and cheese sausage ( thin sausage flavored with fresh parsley and romano cheese), Hot Pork sausage (spiced with red pepper and paprika), hungarian sausage (this is my favorite, I can probably finish a 10 pieces Yak!) , risoto (Italian ham), ricotta , parmesan, cheddar chesses, sliced pancetta, lean salami and my favorite can of Italian peeled tomatoes.

Oh please don’t be mislead I am not a cooking expert (although I have dreams of being one and be called a “Chef”, TOINK! another headbat), so where were we?

I am probably just like you who loves to cook (don’t expect me to cook for my man, I can be lazy sometimes) when I’m in the mood (most of the time I am not). What I love about cooking Italian is that the names are quite interesting , so is the ingredients, moreover you can start togood about yourself when your friend’s jaw dropped open everytime you mention the Italian menu or ingredient, it felt like a pro. I am like feeding my ego, because they dont know what little do I know about the dish I prepared.

I won’t go into the nitty gritty detail about what happened tonight, and the cooking process (I don’t want to tell you that I almost got burned, SO EAT!) all I know they were here around 6:00 pm, I was doing some finishing touches on that table (the yellow and apple green table cloth looks perfect), a nice bronze centerpiece (i got it from a garage sale, its one of the few things I treasure) to make it more elegant I used the centerpiece by encircling greenery, potpourri, some lemons on the center with flickering candles (how’s that for class, with limited budget). When everybody was on the table I take out everything already, big bowl of pasta, an array of cold cuts and sausages, a simple roast chicken and the endings of my version of Italian pannacotta (yummy), didn’t I mention the red wine that seals all of this together? We toast, laugh and eat a lot tonight, it was fun and outrageous get together. I always believe that good food is the start of good conversation. We call it a night at 10pm, I struggled to do the dishes but the most important thing is that I will have a good night sleep, owning the night to a good talk, good company with my good friends, after all that is what this dinner is all about, together and keeping up, the food just comes in second.

I got some comments from my cellphones,emails and even on this website asking if I am single (the last time I check,hmmm… yes, any referrals?). I don’t know why I wanted to stay single, I don’t know if it has something to do with the Peter Pan Image or the freedom I’m enjoying or just maybe I was becoming immune about getting hurt that I dreaded commitment. But I would want to believe that maybe because I still haven’t found what I’m looking for (thanks Bono). I have this knack in knowing if I can stand with a guy for even a minute if I can’t you can understand the excuses I make.

Twice I pass up the opportunity of getting married, I chickened out. I have this bad habit of pushing too hard and squeezing every bit of his energy trying to figure out before the wedding date if he is the one, then an angel comes to me and said you better cut it off now or forever hold your peace. I don’t wanna’ sound like I’m bragging but of course there are reasons why I didn’t and I can’t just divulge it here (look steph, do we look like we care?) yeah ! that is what I thought that is why I wont say anything. I had the chance of loving someone I really really liked and the feeling is mutual, however he just went “poof” vanished from thin air, I lost him because circumstances didn’t permit us to be together, his future was at stake and me was never selfish to beg off from our relationship because I thought that staying together (that means him planing in and out of the Philippines was just too hard to bear, and I can’t stand watching him here with me when his family is migrating abroad), it was love against all odds, in fairness to him he fought for it for sometime, he actually was exhausted but I never heard him complain. We were planning for that wonderful future together, have our own joint account,partly owning some things that we both invested in but it seems no matter how we try there is something yet missing, again he’s not the type who complains. No, his family is not against me, in fact our relationship was an open book but that was before they migrated, before his career asked him to be in places around the globe that I can’t stand anymore to just wait when his next ETA and me waiting at the bedside for his call. OMG! it isn’t easy the bills go up like smoke, and even if I rarely make the calls, still his bills shoot up and it was costly. He didn’t left because he wanted to, all it takes was my being a “drama queen” that he froze as to what I say. But he still didn’t surrender, I guess it was love after all.

I guess I still would want to settle down and have my own family but settling for someone just because you think time is running out or settling for just whoever within your range so that people won’t laugh at you or talk behind your back is a sick joke,for me its a simple thing as lying to yourself and I can’t stand that. I guess my life is boring now because the drive to find a partner becomes not a priority but simply out of fun. I am not here to even play around with other people’s feelings (no way! didnt I tell you I believe in karma) but I guess I am now settled with the fact that if he comes then so be it (although I still hope that the guy I told you about I fall for, would show up in my doorstep, with no qualms and questions I’d probably be a MRS now) I can wait for this guy in another 20 years until he answers my emails (his not yet married by the way, but he is now a confirmed playboy shooting his target without guilt). I guess acceptance is a fact that not a lot can understand, I think it’s even a gift. Accepting that some people are born to be single all their lives or born not to bear kids is an attitude that should have been there in the first place, but again it takes a deeper level of maturity to even say that to you today. I guess its just a matter of celebrating who you are and what you have done to others that matters, look Carrie Bradshaw (Sex and the City) was 40 when she got married so I guess that’s still a vision I wish to take.

Its raining today, maybe the leftover gustly winds from Hurricane Gustav find its way in the Philippines (I am quick to say that this observation is stupid). As I went straight home from my grocery do’s, the cold air and the rain is a welcome sight for me to get my mind thinking about what I will do once I get home. I was thought of unlocking my home door, twist my four inch high heels off my feet and fly it around the house (you do that sometimes don’t you?), place my grocery bags on the table, take off my accessories, bags and let go of my dress, slip into an oversized polo (get one from your boyfriend’s closet) with just your underwear on, slip on a good comfort socks, then make yourself an instant cocoa puffs and your good to go.

While the cocoa is still hot for a sip, I go straight to what I call a “serenity” room, its an enlosed veranda where I consider a “quiet space” in my home, all my books, magazines and child-like accessories is displayed on this corner, along with my favorite pink sofa facing the view outside and see raindrops dropping and wetting my window pane, with mooning far-away look my eyes put my feet up and sip my cocoa puffs like I have tasted it for the first times like its your first sex ever (oops! I wouldn’t know) and yes its relaxing (not the sex of course…you are thinking bad! Bad cheetah!).

For over a hour, the rain still pours calmly and my mind has already taken me to different sights, recalling a supposed to be a forgotten past, resurrecting pain, a few giggles as I remember a guy I used to know, a tear for a lost chance and so many things. When your stressed and remarkably intoxicated from work just doing this simple thing can make wonders fo you, it calms not only your mind but your soul.

That was what I’m supposed to do when I reach home, but just as I stepped inside I found out my house was tupsy-turvy, leaving some things unattended days ago, dishes to be done, laundry to take and kitchen that needs a redo. I sighed and said, Oh! I’m supposed to do the “sitting down ritual” but I guess it ain’t gonna happen, well at least my mind is working in doing that, but in the meantime I have to finish all the housework and probably, just probably I can do it sometime. After all there are more rains to come.

I got some comments from my cellphones,emails and even on this website asking if I am single (the last time I check,hmmm… yes, any referrals?). I don’t know why I wanted to stay single, I don’t know if it has something to do with the Peter Pan Image or the freedom I’m enjoying or just maybe I was becoming immune about getting hurt that I dreaded commitment. But I would want to believe that maybe because I still haven’t found what I’m looking for (thanks Bono). I have this knack in knowing if I can stand with a guy for even a minute if I can’t you can understand the excuses I make.

Twice I pass up the opportunity of getting married, I chickened out. I have this bad habit of pushing too hard and squeezing every bit of his energy trying to figure out before the wedding date if he is the one, then an angel comes to me and said you better cut it off now or forever hold your peace. I don’t wanna’ sound like I’m bragging but of course there are reasons why I didn’t and I can’t just divulge it here (look steph, do we look like we care?) yeah ! that is what I thought that is why I wont say anything.

I had the chance of loving someone I really really liked and the feeling is mutual, however he just went “poof” vanished from thin air, I lost him because circumstances didn’t permit us to be together, his future was at stake and me was never selfish to beg off from our relationship because I thought that staying together (that means him planing in and out of the Philippines was just too hard to bear, and I can’t stand watching him here with me when his family is migrating abroad), it was love against all odds, in fairness to him he fought for it for sometime, he actually was exhausted but I never heard him complain. We were planning for that wonderful future together, have our own joint account,partly owning some things that we both invested in but it seems no matter how we try there is something yet missing, again he’s not the type who complains. No, his family is not against me, in fact our relationship was an open book but that was before they migrated, before his career asked him to be in places around the globe that I can’t stand anymore to just wait when his next ETA and me waiting at the bedside for his call. OMG! it isn’t easy the bills go up like smoke, and even if I rarely make the calls, still his bills shoot up and it was costly. He didn’t left because he wanted to, all it takes was my being a “drama queen” that he froze as to what I say. But he still didn’t surrender, I guess it was love after all.

I guess I still would want to settle down and have my own family but settling for someone just because you think time is running out or settling for just whoever within your range so that people won’t laugh at you or talk behind your back is a sick joke,for me its a simple thing as lying to yourself and I can’t stand that.

I guess my life is boring now because the drive to find a partner becomes not a priority but simply out of fun. I am not here to even play around with other people’s feelings (no way! didnt I tell you I believe in karma) but I guess I am now settled with the fact that if he comes then so be it (although I still hope that the guy I told you about I fall for, would show up in my doorstep, with no qualms and questions I’d probably be a MRS now) I can wait for this guy in another 20 years until he answers my emails (his not yet married by the way, but he is now a confirmed playboy shooting his target without guilt).

I guess acceptance is a fact that not a lot can understand, I think it’s even a gift. Accepting that some people are born to be single all their lives or born not to bear kids is an attitude that should have been there in the first place, but again it takes a deeper level of maturity to even say that to you today.

I guess its just a matter of celebrating who you are and what you have done to others that matters, look Carrie Bradshaw (Sex and the City) was 40 when she got married so I guess that’s still a vision I wish to take.

We (that means more than one) were dining at one newest restaurant in Davao, just a couple of hours ago. Actually I just came home, I just kicked out my shoes and instantly slump on this chair and push the power button of the laptop (I guess this becomes habit forming for me and my Mom hates it) my hands are shaking incessantly every time there is a need for this hand to write and not even a hot bath can stop it. Take for example tonight as we were dining with clients just across our table is the guy I used to have a major crush on (poor thing I haven’t gotten over him) he dined with his entire family and every time I see a prospect to love my eyes instantly magnify on the ring finger ( It’s a hard habit to break, it’s my gauge to know which angle I can start concentrating on) so where was I? Oh! the ring finger ..Hmmm….check on the right hand and the left (clean, nothing on) hmmmmm….so he is still single? Is that a basis? Well at least you have something to start with right?

 So our eyes met (he smiled by the way), with a girly look I smiled a little (pa effect) and starts eating. I really wanted to devour every piece of my baby back ribs but I just can’t. I can’t even start gulping the bottomless ice tea because someone is watching me (ikaw naman kaya iyon?) Grrrr!! It may be a business meeting, but it was a pleasure thing for me too, I can get to snatch looks with him and him with me (I don’t wanna’ think he was looking at the others who were with me, I mean I was the only girl in the group of 10, unless hmmmmm….no way he is not!)

 So the meeting went on, I pretended to concentrate until I felt I need to pee so I stormed off to the nearest restroom (it’s unisex by the way) so that explains why I bumped with him there. He was staring at the mirror when I came in the door and he smiled. God I froze! I thought there was only the two of us here, I can even kiss him right away (talking about a cute scene from the movie, of course that never happened ). So I went inside the cube (he followed me with “the look”) and pee, I controlled the whizzing sound of my pee because I was afraid he might hear it. I took my time not to get out and listen to his steps hoping he will disappear right there and then. Minutes later, I went out making my duck walk when I was caught surprised he was still standing right where I first saw him. My eyes grew big when he smiled again. I was uncomfortable now but he break the ice and said, “Do I know you from somewhere?” I could almost bang his head on the mirror and be turned-off by the remark I thought why use the most overrated phrase ever? That pick-up line is a passe’. But because this is the type of guy that I want to stuck it with in an elevator I smiled and said ” I don’t think so, but we can start from here?” He smiled and reach out his hand and said “Hi I’m _________(name withheld for security reasons) and I introduced myself too. Then I noticed his face flushing and sweat coming out, so I asked him politely “Something wrong?” He was a bit awkward at first but I do notice the flashes so I asked him again. He confessed to have gone overboard eating the chili crabs that his Mom ordered that his stomach aches. I was polite again when I asked him “Did you pooh?” (Whew! didn’t we shake hands awhile back) my face starts to get to look icky when he smiled and said “oh no not yet, my hands are clean” (I sighed with relief). Then we both laugh I guess we are on the same wavelength.

I asked him if he is okay and he bluntly told me he isn’t (take my advice girls: ALWAYS BE A GIRL SCOUT. ALWAYS BRING A MEDICINE IN HANDY IT NOT ONLY SAVES YOUR LIFE IT CAN SAVE SOMEONE ELSE’S LIFE, NOT TO MENTION IT CAN BRING YOU GREAT FORTUNE..YIPEE!!!) so without further ado I scout for my things inside my bag (Sharon Cuneta and I share the same passion, we both bring big shoulder bags where we could put everything in, including the whole kitchen) I have to thank my medicine box this is the start of something big for me.  I gave him a wonder tablet which he pleasantly took , hand him some good words and I remember I need to go back to the meeting table (the guys would wander perhaps what took me so long to go to the restroom) so I said bye to him. Believe I don’t know what happened next, all I know my concentration s back on focus on the job to be done I didnt even noticed he went back to his chair. Suddenly, the waiter delivered a strawberry cheesecake on our table and placed it in front of me, I declined and said I didn’t order any sweets . I am not a big fan of cakes, I eat a lot but not cakes and pastries and not even chocolates. But the waiter insisted it was for me (my body was still for a moment, I felt the embarrassment and the heat going up in my face from my toes wondering why) until he said it was ordered by someone for me. No second thoughts, I look at his table and there he was smiling and in a whisper ( I can lip read by the way) said “Thank You”. OMG!!!! OMG!!! I want to die that very moment. I don’t eat sweets a lot but I said this one wont come to a pass. He signalled something pointing below the cake cupboard, then I flip it and saw his business card with the words “Thank You for saving myass”. I laughed a lot.

Fast forward, they went ahead with his family, they were a bunch and he just smiled when he passed through our table as I saw him drive off the restaurant. Just as I was about to go, my boss told me not to forget the business card that fell off the table, it was turned upside down and I notice a handwritten word that says : I know its not appropriate for a girl to phone the guy first but would it be okey if right now you text me your cellphone number”. (God! I love this guy! So the big question is did I texted him? Hmmmmm…I didn’t. But why? I’ll tell you why later. I need to pooh.

Being a disc jock and a host (if you would allow me to call myself that) made me a terrible person, for one my gut is off the meter, I don’t know what is the definition of “shy” anymore. Sometimes I snag out of people and asking questions only to find out it was Diether Ocampo (on his back) I was asking for the next segment (my face is flushed with red when I said sorry but he was nice though and calmly instructed me but mind’ you I felt like I want to shrink that very moment.)

 This hosting thing took me from all places, even in outskirts area I never thought I would conquer and besides the monetary involved (if I had been a bit of a wise spender than a day millionaire I could have bought my dream house and dream car with the money I had all this years but because I was a loser that dream is still sketched on my notebook) the pat on the back, the free love you get from people you don’t know and the smiles that meant thank you for a job well done is a priceless moment. It makes you sigh and say to yourself, you did it. Thank God!

 From fiestas, weddings, baptismals, debut, corporate events, talent and beauty search, racing contest, cooking show, mall tours, product launching, birthdays, anniversaries, fellowship gathering, conventions and even sport events I thought OMG! Again! what this work had brought me this years, fame (besides the point and it’s fleeting so don’t trust much on it, keep your feet on the ground, don’t act like your the only best but be at your best), fortune (yes indeed). The only thing I haven’t hosted yet is burial ceremonies (anyone please contact me, I mean if they hire crying ladies why not a host to perk up the show).

Hosting can take you to the world of showbussiness , meet Piolo Pascual in the flesh (and talk to him like his just ordinary guy and try to check if he is really what they say he is , but I don’t want to tell you what I know), stricken by Ruffa Mae Quinto’s wits and her skin almost pale and white you would mistaken her for a white lady, and so many others on the list , oh! except Geneva Cruz that girl has attitude thing in her kinda’ bitchy. The rest a little tolerable though, Gary Valenciano is heaven to be with, Martin Nievera a little off but quite okey, Lani Misalucha (a gay woman but whoaa! for the talent), Alfred Vargas (very mabait), Pops Fernandez, a little off too, epecially when she starts smirking and raise that eyebrows, Bea Alonzo (a bit maarte), Maricel Soriano is very down to earth, David Pomeranz the best guy except for a bad restaurant order you don’t want to see him angry, Janno Gibbs (don’t like him, my impressions aren’t good, I interviewed him once and that’s it), Jaya is great , she talks Bisaya fluently, Sarah Geronimo (I like her giggles, very nice girl), Jed Madela is a great singer with great personality , Rachel Ann Go and Christian Bautista (no comment! hmp! bad! bad!) , Dawn Zulueta is a goddess, Ariel Rivera and Gellie De Belen (nice and simple people according to my brother), Jolina Magdangal she is more than the word nice, some bands are very interesting to interview and be with take for example Parokya ni Edgar and of course my favorite guys from the now defunct Rizal Underground (in short may sense kausap), Freestyle, MYMP, South Border well taga Davao eh, John Llyod Cruz (great actor with great personality I co-hosted a recent show with him at Kadayawan Festival ) , and my favorite Sharon Cuneta is fun to be with, nice nice that’s all I can say! This observations by the way are based on first impressions and first encounter, of course I wouldn’t know really these people beyond the one hour you are with them backstage.

 Whether you encountered this people yourself and find my observations wrong and biased you would want to throw that chair on me, that’s your prerogative. But this job is one hell of something I’m telling you.

I was tired, my heels are aching, my butt is sagging, my whole body erupts with pain, I haven’t seated for straight 10 hours and sitting on my sofa makes me feel like a Queen again. I drag the foot stoll and take my feet up the chair and took a moment to channel surf the tv (this is what’s good about remote controls you don’t have to go back and forth and change the tv channels) then a Johnson’s cologne commercial caught my attention, it featured a family of three, fan the camera to the actor and I found out he is indeed one of those one hit wonders in showbusiness but that’s not my concern though, I thought right that very moment I was staring at my ex-boyfriend who I still wish to see (7 years by the way) till now.

The moves , the facial expressions, OMG!!! I thought for a second it was he. But where is he? I just know I still have this longing to see him, the last letter was precious to me and even if the paper is now tea-bag colored, I still kept it all this year. I ended the relationship when the time I thought things were starting to get unfair, I was not as strong as I am now and holding on to his return was the least thing in my mind. He was helpless that time but what did I do? I even throw him words I shouldn’t have said in the first place (Buti nga!) That letter never wants to let go and holding on a promise he might wanna’ come back soon (What! oh and you want to end up having your life stuck waiting for nothing).

As long as commercials like that features actors who look like him, my heart will sure jump with joy. I hoped to get that SMART commercial about 4 years ago, that features a cute girl around 4 years old with her Mom on the park (with a name we both wanted for our first born, yes! just like the name of the actress in the movie Virginia Woolf) and the other frame features his Papa donned in winter clothes (I thought that would have been my family if I had been a lot more stronger then and probably love him more than enough in the time that he did) oh! cmon you want nostalgia? Take a scotch and drown yourself maybe it will make you feel better.

So what’s the purpose of me writing this blog, hell! nothing!….I just want to sleep and dream of him.

When you down four pitchers of blue margarita what do you get?

Sleep loss, dizziness, hallucinations and severe mental disorder that goes for me, so they thought. Ah! my head still aches, but not because of the margarita, blame it on some belly laughs. My gimmick came a day ahead than friday and I haven’t had any alcohol intake for years so its kinda’ a little surprising I did that awhile ago. Well the truth is, I didn’t go tipsy that’s for one , I know I’m not intoxicated however some friends say talking in straight english is a sign!

I feast on plates of calamares while my cousins and I switch places on stage taking the microphone and singing our hearts out. I haven’t done singing publicly for years so I give it my all, I guess I still have the knack in hitting the right notes because I didn’t get to see people with bleeding ears and noses, or stormed out of the door and throw me a good punch.

The repertoire includes mostly 70’s and 80’s classics from “One Hello”, “Get Here”, “Do that to me one More Time, “It Might Be You” and all those please get me a hanky songs that made every woman cry. I wasn’t in a look out for a guy that night, not my cup of tea. Although that was never excluded in my to do lists, I just love the feeling of singing again, just for fun. Try it, it detoxifies the body.