so... (more updates)

... we've been having a couple of rehearsals here and there. nothing serious. sporadic at best.

... i can't believe we (all four of us) still fart (a lot) during practices. it's hard. but it's part of the adjustment period, i guess. imagine all four of us in a seven square-meter, low-ceiling room with poor ventilation, then someone suddenly lets a rip.all hell breaks loose.

the weird thing about farting? it's contagious. like yawning. someone farts then another farts five minutes later. then every three minutes after that. the gap shortens. then every thirty seconds thereafter. then we all fart in unison. only in different "voices" because our butt crevices have varying radial openings. miraculously, though, the "voices" blend and at times they sing to the tune of stone temple pilots' plush... only, it sounds like eddie vedder.

it's an orchestral and glorious and methane-filled experience.

... i've gradually developed this taste for pulpy orange drinks. as to the long-term effect it will bring, i don't know. all i know is... shake shake shake shake ah-shake it!

... we have this friend, jack (not his real name), who had to deal with a lot these past few weeks. he just had his daughter born. then kidney stones. he got his kidney probed with a tubular camera. and that tubular thingy had to be inserted through his member.

a good thing happened, though. he peed and out came the stone.. that was big as texas. ok, maybe a little smaller. maybe. give or take a few thousand square kilometers. he's fine now. he just has to deal with the meds... and a swollen kidney.. and a swollen member. and the fact that he can't eat everything he wants anymore. and the two bottles of beer only prescription. ouch. but at least he didn't have to go under the knife. apir, jons! ooops.

more to come.

for now, ciao!