Yeah so I joined this choir that's gonna be singing at St. Patrick's Cathedral for a Filipino mass in a couple of weeks. Looks like all those nights at karaoke bars and all that practice with Magic Mics is gonna pay off. G money's going big time.
Eh, well, not really. Like I said it's a Filipino mass for San Lorenzo Ruiz, the first and only Filipino saint. So all the songs we're singing are in Tagalog. Pretty cool right? Except... I really can't speak Tagalog all that well. The rest of the choir can, so it'll be pretty easy spotting my voice. I'll be the dude mispronouncing everything. Pretty darn exciting isn't it? If you go, buy some poster paper and make signs to support me. Like "I Know The Fil-Am Dude In The Barong" or "Shhh!" or "Don't Quit Your Day Job, G-Man."
Oh right, I don't have a day job. Hah!
Anyway, in other news...
Went to church today, and you know how I have a soft spot for people that can sing. Well the woman that sat next to me at mass today completely and utterly melted the whole right side of my body starting from my ears down to my knee -- which very nearly buckled from the sound of her voice. Needless to say it's very hard to concentrate on God when one side of your body is going "Wow!" and the other side of your body has taken on the consistency of room-temperature Jell-O.
She did that to me a couple of weeks ago, too, except it was the other side of my body that turned to mush.
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Candy: Kuya Glenn, do you still have insomnia?
K'Glenn: Yeah a little bit. But I've been going to church every day lately, so it helps.
Candy: I take that to mean you're bored? Oh I'm soooo going to Hell for that one!