Chuchi Is that You?

Had a really jampacked weekend. Am not so sure I've recovered already because sometimes I still catch myself gasping for breath.

Not a good thing when you're the singer.

Yesterday, I had two recording session with separate musical directors for the TV show I'm ghost-singing on. The first session was with Pipo Cifra, a very convivial fellow who is very talented as well, who was late for 1 HOUR! but was easily forgiven because he was so nice. I thought the 10am-3pm session was sooooo long but we used it all up. And we did only 2 songs!

The morning recording went well. The studio was so spacious and very comfortable. I thought this was a good indication that I will be going through similar conditions later that night when I record a song for Vince.

Ha! I wish! The recording was at 9 pm --- actually I was already there at 8 but the music still had to be recorded so I had to wait for an HOUR! again. The studio was small but clean and new. I was actually feeling sleepy because I just read while waiting. So when it was my turn to sing.... I could only manage to croak! Really, croak. Tragic.

It doesn't increase my 'ganda' points especially as the sound technician/ sound mixer was kinda cute...Was actually surprised that the owner of the studio got my contact details so they can call on me if they need voice talents for commercials...

Oh well...you win some... lose some.

Was very busy last week for the party we organized for PETA. Am so glad it's through. Still, the main comment was, we didn't have a stage manager. Sigh. Oh well. The stage manager was me. Who was also on stage, being the host. And the runner. And the performer. Lagari. It was a blur last Friday and all despite all the minor comments on the lighting, the microphone stands, the wrong name on the powerpoint presentation, it was all okay. Not bad for a darna production.

After all that running around last Friday, I decided to go all the way and continue the heck. Saturday, I had lunch with Che at Persiana, which was so near the Powerbooks sale I wanted to visit. Anyway, we pigged out on meditteranean food -- potato chips, pizza, gyros, mango shake & cake! There has to be something said for a sense of entitlement. I surely felt I was entitled to all the grub.

Got to the Powerbooks sale but left without purchasing anything because it wasn't so much of a sale. I thought everything was 70%, but it was just like their regular store sale, wherein the books I liked were just 20% off. Now why would I want to squeeze into an airless, cramped warehouse room (the sale area was just one room), and horrendous parking? So i left and got a massage!

Yippeee!!! I finally got to try Thai massage. The place I went to was really nice and relaxing, no frills but enough to do the job. There were some instances of pain especially when the attendant poked at me. Now what was that all about?!! Are dry massages really like that? But when I hear my bones crack and pop! Hallelujah! Love it!

As if it were not enough, I got a haircut and a hair treatment. Not wholly content on this indulgent rampage, I bought myself a cup of Starbucks joe. The punchline to this is that as I was savoring my cafe mocha, I felt a warm sensation down my front --- and although, I was lighthearted, that wasn't it. I spilled my coffee all over my shirt. Talk about juvenile. The universe telling me I should cut out the indulgences. Finito.

Later that night, I met Ces's new boyfriend, Macaroni Boy. Unfair that I don't remember his name, because he seems like a genuinely nice guy --- I mean he cooked baked macaroni for his girlfriend, her family and friends --- was even able to take home a stash. I'm happy that my friend seems to have found her other half.

Meanwhile, I wait for the first...