Friday, wonderful Friday
Still fresh in my memory…
Friday was a blast. Aside from receiving our pay (woohoo!!), we attended a client’s event in Eastwood… which would eventually be one of the best nights I’ve ever had with my officemates.
But before that, there’s the Friendster situation.
Just last Friday, we learned about the new "Who’s Viewed Me" feature that enables you to see who has been looking at your Friendster profile. Or who’s probably stalking you. Wehehehe! So, after all the initial reactions (shocked people here…) and getting over all the hype, I think everyone’s trying their best not to peek into other people’s profiles (for whatever reason), or probably (as most people would probably do) switch to "Anonymous" mode so they can keep looking (stalking?) on other’s profiles.
Yo Friendsters, this is the time to get paranoid. 
Anyway, that Friday night, we were supposed to go to a client’s event in Eastwood (yeah, so I’ve said that a while ago). But when we came there, the show was over. As in katatapos lang. Great. Missed Orange and Lemons’ performance. Together with the Bastard Creative People, I ate at Kenny Rogers and met up with the other officemates (who chose to mingle with the clients) afterwards.
For a while we were outside Seattle’s Best, contemplating whether we were up to riding the merry-go-round (ahehehe!) as we were watching the human statue nearby (he’s like a statue dressed in Counter-Terrorist attire, then he’d start to dance to the bewilderment of kids and adults, then freeze again. He’s cool!).
Then a bright idea came to mind. May videoke kaya dito?
So we went to Cable Car, settled onto the second floor and chose songs to belt out. Thing is, that was an open venue. Like a wholesome beerhouse or something. As in there’s just one videoke machine and one song book, and you’d hear other people sing off-key. And they’d hear you sing, too.
Hey, in fairness to us, we got much prettier voices than them. Not to mention better song choices. We didn’t have the guts to sing Boulevard or Nanghihinayang, hello?
That gig lasted until 2AM. Food, beer, a videoke machine, and a bunch of happy people. That was the schiznit.
Missing Wunjo? I guess I didn’t mind.
Ah, repeat performance?
