how come you don't call me?...
friday, i was doing my usual thing, trying to figure out which lakad* i should do first... i had the option of going to the arts county fair at ubc to watch swollen members, baby blue soundcrew and choclair perform, or to purple onion where dj jazzy jeff (yes, as in the one with "the fresh prince") was spinning, or to legends for the grand opening of this hiphop night (fabulous fridays). the arts county fair i couldn't attend cuz i ended up having to work in the afternoon... poo. and the peeps i thought i'd hit purple onion with ended up being too inebriated from the fair that they couldn't make it out. so my super crazy friday ended up with me relaxing and dressing nice so i could go to legends with sabz, rick and biggie. it wasn't too bad for the first night. it's a bit classier than the old starfish gig we used to always hit (good times, good times!). but even before that, palladium was the place to be... ahhh, now those were the days.
anyways, after the club, i pulled out my phone to check the time and what happened? the tip of the antenna broke off. i don't have to tell you that i own a startac. yes the antenna's crap, but i have to say that mine is one that lasted for almost 2 years. funny, i think it's just on the first couple digital startacs that the antenna is not as solid. at least i still have an antenna... now it's just stuck inside my phone. other than that, i really don't have any big complaints. i'll just have a harder time getting reception in those "barely there" reception areas.

(*lakad litterally means walk... in this case, it means plans ex. "anong lakad mo?" translates to "what are your plans?"... dig it?)

troubles...
i think i'm going to take voice classes. i've found that with my hopefully temporary lung problem i get short of breath most after i'm running or talking. yeah yeah, laugh if you will, but it's true. i just talk that much. the thing is, i want to have the right breathing technique so when i sing, i won't get so short of breath too. i came to this conclusion after i went to karaoke last night with the usual crew. yeah, my singing was pretty hurt for someone who doesn't usually sound so bad. argh, it looks like a long road for me... a.k.a. the girl who was built like a ford...