Last night we fronted for Parokya lang pala. Maple Syrup was there and one of the vocalists was wearing a Chester-of-Linkin-Park ensemble (glasses, polo shirt buttoned up to the top). Ralph was wearing a polo shirt, too, and he buttoned it up to the top to make us laugh. Allan felt bad because none of us were able to go out with him the other night to a movie, when we had all promised we would. Circumstances had been against us. Roel was quiet last night, don’t know why. Ayn drank some beer. I drank some orange juice. Yum.
Then we played. Couldn’t hear myself, but they said I could be heard. Ayn and I left early.
The End. Bow.
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