Lit the lamps at our altar table on my elder son Nelson's death anniversary.

Worked an hour on eighteenth layer anyway. Compound tenants carousing in M.'s cafe. I could hear them from the studio area, which is right behind the cafe's center wall.

Frankly, not everyone gets the point of videoke. It is a medium for one to willingly make a fool of oneself without anyone laughing at one's foolishness. If videoke existed only for those who sing beautifully and well, then very few would actually get on it.