Bored of the movie marathon for the last three hours this afternoon, I tried to think of something else that could cater my interest, my passion for music.
Waiting for the rain to subside, I enjoyed a pack of crackers and a bottle of juice, while watching a fiction movie. The rain stopped, enough to make the humid afternoon cool.
I walked along the oldest street in the country, "Colon street" where the heart of business thrive during the good old days and is still vibrant up to this time. Vendors lined on this busy street downtown . Selling varieties of dvd and cd movies particularly those to hit the screen soon.
I stopped at my suki for a copy of Slumdog Millionaire. "We don't have a copy of it , maybe next week" my suki quips. I decided to look for videoke songs. I planned to test my singing prowess that afternoon. I came across with a song collection of David Pomeranz and Barry Manilow, which I really liked. It was worth sixty pesos but I had bargained it at fifty.
Without wasting any time, I heeded home. I put up the electrical connections to start my singing. The first ten songs turned out to be good. The background video was visible and clear.
My neighbor occupying the upper portion of the house commented if a could get my voice louder. Perhaps , they loved my singing.
I was very disappointed when the player halted. I pulled out and inserted the disc several times to check if it was ok. But no to avail. I pushed another disc on the player ,but it couldn't be detected. The player must be the problem.
My singing was cut short. I probably continue this addiction by the time things go well.What an unlucky day for me!
Waiting for the rain to subside, I enjoyed a pack of crackers and a bottle of juice, while watching a fiction movie. The rain stopped, enough to make the humid afternoon cool.
I walked along the oldest street in the country, "Colon street" where the heart of business thrive during the good old days and is still vibrant up to this time. Vendors lined on this busy street downtown . Selling varieties of dvd and cd movies particularly those to hit the screen soon.
I stopped at my suki for a copy of Slumdog Millionaire. "We don't have a copy of it , maybe next week" my suki quips. I decided to look for videoke songs. I planned to test my singing prowess that afternoon. I came across with a song collection of David Pomeranz and Barry Manilow, which I really liked. It was worth sixty pesos but I had bargained it at fifty.
Without wasting any time, I heeded home. I put up the electrical connections to start my singing. The first ten songs turned out to be good. The background video was visible and clear.
My neighbor occupying the upper portion of the house commented if a could get my voice louder. Perhaps , they loved my singing.
I was very disappointed when the player halted. I pulled out and inserted the disc several times to check if it was ok. But no to avail. I pushed another disc on the player ,but it couldn't be detected. The player must be the problem.
My singing was cut short. I probably continue this addiction by the time things go well.What an unlucky day for me!
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