Anyways, last last weekend, I found myself at a Karaoke (they call it videoke here) bar. I told myself that I wasn't going to drink, but I ended up having 11 mugs of San Mig Light. Needless to say, I was a bit tipsy and sang really loud into the mic.
My cousins, nieces and nephews entertained me with their awesome and not so awesome singing.
Today, however, I came across this article (via Mimi) about rising tempers and murders because of intense karaoke singing. I do have to say that people take their karoake here very seriously. I always find people randomly bursting into song. At the workplace, in the elevator, at the mall. I always get startled when they start bellowing out songs. Sometimes, it seems like I'm in a bad version of Glee.
(Chito is so intense when he's singing. LOL)
From Ortiagas,
With Love
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