--Sing your heart out

After several attempt to plot the team's videoke night, we've finally decided to a schedule. I didnt expect a 100% attendance, although it would make me happy to be with them regardless of their level of performance. I am enjoying working with them and time spent outside of work issues has been satisfying anyhow. My excruciatingly painful head and clogged nose was not enough reason to suspend the occasion nor the downpour ealier brought by a passing typhoon. As usual, procrastination was all over..from the 9 o'clock time, the party started at 1030.of course, that's a very culutral habit. I downed an extra strength pain reliever to alleviate my head bumps temporarily .

On a Thursday night, we were expecting more vacancies on the videoke bars, but to our surprise, at 1030, we would still be on the waiting list.Time is essential so option B: let's find another bar. We spotted another bar called Music Match,and from my recollection was the place of the first team building I have been to when I was a rep for at least 5 years back. I remembered the place was comfy and fun. Price werent too steep..so let's sing our heart out. Since I'm not a big fan of booze and smoke, and my mere presence was because I had to, the idea of singing sort of gave me a hint to enjoy. I passed some songs and sang them to the best note, which is my forte, modesty aside. I felt young again. TO be surrounded with people who's view in life may be far immature from my perspective, brush a feeling of teenage-bop sort of. They would tease me on the choice of songs queued on the machine, but the truth is, they still can sing along...which give me a safety that at least it wasnt too far from the generation that they are now.I am not that pristine.. The sad thought is, these songs just mad me cry inside.

AT 330am, they decided to eat beef brisket noodles in a obscure bar nearby my house to take off some alcohol in their system. While were busy sipping the soup, a young guy approached me and asked for my number-- which is a man sitting accross the table. I felt surprised more being it as compliment because, it gave me an impression of -Do I look like a social hammer, eating after my clubs' shift?c'mmon. Of course I lied. -I have no phone!-period...another way to say, NO. On the other side, well at least at one point I can still be noticeable at my age.*wink.

Wend home, with the smell of smoke all over my hair and dress. Put off my make-up, brushed my teeth, took my pj's and hit the sack..-Tsk My head still hurt.