I wasn’t trying to go to sleep yet, so I wasn’t irritated. But I’m sure a handful of people were.

I was working on my PC last night (or was it the other night? It was April 19, about 10 p.m.), hoping to get rid of the migraine that still hadn’t disappeared (ok, so it disappeared, but it kept coming back), when I decided to turn the speakers off. See, I’m the kind of person who likes the music IN my ears, not just near it (yeah, I know, I’m not making much sense). And, since I didn’t want my music to disturb anyone, I rather turn it off than lower the volume. So I turn it off.

It was then that I heard a group of kids (boys, to be specific; around 10-15 years old, judging by their voices) singing. LOUD. With no accompaniment. OK, maybe they had an accompaniment, maybe a guitar, but I didn’t hear it. And, goodness gracious, they were singing “Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin” in one note. I mean, LITERALLY one note. The only variation is the volume they sang it. As I said, I wasn’t irritated. As a matter of fact, I was amused with them because they sounded like they were really having a great time! And, I gotta hand it to them, though: their sense of rhythm and timing was pretty good.

They finished the song, and move on to the next one.

“Hindi Ako Bakla”

And they were singing with PASSION, ladies and gentlemen.

By this time, I was having a reeeeaaally hard time trying not to laugh too loud.

Here’s the rest of their line-up:
- Totoy Bibbo
- Tuwing Umuulan at Kapiling Ka
- (that song by South Border for Mulawin)
- Noypi

The last one on their line-up was…

drum roll, please…

Let the Love Begin.

*ROFL!* Mhay ghulay! OK, so maybe I’d be laughing silly even if the song didn’t have -ahem- another meaning for me. But, MAN. (Those who know my ‘adventures’ in PI100 know what I’m writing about.) It took a while before I stopped laughing into my pillow… And even then, I was grinning for the next half-hour.

Even now, I’m grinning.

By 11 p.m. my migraine was gone, and I was sleepy. So I decided to call it a night. Even now, I’m not sure what cured me: writing in my ever-lovable PC or the one-note samba (although, technically it wasn’t a samba).

Haaay… Life. It’s the best comedy ever produced.