It's technically Easter Sunday but Saturday is easier to make fun of.
Of course I never actually got around to discussing anything for the past month because I am a lazy, lazy writer who has nothing to say. And as a result the thing in my chest has remained there, and I am still coughing.
If you're keeping track that's two months of respiratory illness. I've been to the doctor thrice and nobody except my mother has an idea of what's causing it; she has blamed everything from pollution to irregular working hours to sugar. Apparently my brother's medical degree extends to her.
So tonight instead of holding up the so-called Cable Car tradition I am resting at home. What's the Cable Car tradition? Legend has it that in the late 90's the only establishment open on Black Saturday was Cable Car on Pasay road in Makati, and my high school/college friends always spent Easter Eve drinking there. It's a nice tradition, rivaled only by my tradition of flaking out every year.
Despite the cough, the band finally recorded demos which people can find here, or on the sidebar to the right. We are the highest-ranked band on Reverbnation without any fans. I'm actually proud of some of these songs, I just wish I had written them when I was half my age.
In other news: I also went to a couple of concerts and a couple of blind dates. Unfortunately the dates were not the same as the concerts. In any case, these deserve their own posts. Maybe later, remind me.
Last thing: a couple of weeks ago I attended a family gathering and as always happens, my mother introduces me to some far-removed relative. And as also always happens, they ask me if I am the doctor who is working in New York. Yes, tita, because it is more plausible to be the son who is the doctor working in New York than to be the one who is actually here.
at some point, it's all plan B