i've been listening to south border's songs for more than 2 hours now, and i feel...
sentimental.
i can't believe that 5 years ago i was singing these songs and wooing people. man, those were the days. but i also cannot remember more sad moments than what happened in those years. heartbreaks, lonely times, and lots of loved ones leaving this place.
man, those were the days. hah.
"yesterday doesn't matter... tomorrow i just might be gone...so listen to me now... as i try to say... that all i want is you today." - south border, all i want is you today
i can still remember our badly prepared mini-concerts for our friends. those were the times. it's just like cramming for an exam or for a paper, we usually met up with each other at the venue a couple of hours before the "thing" to test stuff AND rehearse. mannn. the good thing was that we already knew what we were gonna do coz we sang the same songs almost everyday. brian my good man, you suck dude, but when you deftly handle the keys of the piano i consider you a genius. i hope you're not reading this you idiot.
of course, how can i forget our senti/opm "hataks" miklos da drumboy, zig da bassist, and pao the eternal "booer". really, those were the days. after we practiced our worst and loudest sets and finally settled in for some of the generic songs that we all knew (aka the dave-mayer set) -- hmmm, it only occured to me now that those were almost always girl-oriented... hmmm... -- brian would start suggesting some songs that we were all forced to play.
of course, pao would just lay his axe down and do something else, like, booing.
i, on the other hand, would also lay down my axe coz i didn't know what to play with those songs. so i sang. and man, those were the days. i could still remember those high notes that i used to hit with my extremely-girly-uncircumcised-falsetto (but i was already, ummm... you know... at that time), and the imaginary crowd of 2000 screaming their heads off preaching beautiful praises of my lovely singing voice.
i hit kahit kailan's high notes just a while ago, but i couldn't do it again. damn smokes have totally f*'d up my voice. oh well.
those were the good old days. and the lonely and sad days too. it seems as if you can only truly appreciate good times when you've gone through the worst things in life. 'til then, everything seems bland. and at least strife brought out the artist in me. i consider myself less of an artist now than then. being naive was such a good excuse for things, but now...
i'm all grown up. *sigh*
i miss people. i miss my old self. i miss a lot of things that i know i'll never be able to get back, and i know it's so foolish, but...
i miss her. i know it's passe, but she made me want to be good, even if only for her.
*sigh*
it's fun to be foolish when you really don't know sh*t. but now that i'm older i think too rationally and too practical for my own good.
i feel so sad and elated at the moment. i'm really screwed. still i'm glad i found those old songs. maybe it will make me more emotional, i've lost half of myself when everyone went away. really, no kidding. i haven't been romantically involved for the past 2 years.
romantically, that is.
oh well, i'll just post some more thoughts later, i still have 2 more hours before i leave for another shoot. it's only 2:50 am, call time's at 6. i can't be late coz they're using my cam for the shoot, and knowing that i won't be able to wake up (i'm the epitomy of the idea "sleeping like a rock") i'm staying up 'til then.
oh well. i think it's a good time to feel sad, if to feel anything at all. i've always been my most creative at these times. maybe i'll put that to good use.
back to my loneliness.
sentimental.
i can't believe that 5 years ago i was singing these songs and wooing people. man, those were the days. but i also cannot remember more sad moments than what happened in those years. heartbreaks, lonely times, and lots of loved ones leaving this place.
man, those were the days. hah.
"yesterday doesn't matter... tomorrow i just might be gone...so listen to me now... as i try to say... that all i want is you today." - south border, all i want is you today
i can still remember our badly prepared mini-concerts for our friends. those were the times. it's just like cramming for an exam or for a paper, we usually met up with each other at the venue a couple of hours before the "thing" to test stuff AND rehearse. mannn. the good thing was that we already knew what we were gonna do coz we sang the same songs almost everyday. brian my good man, you suck dude, but when you deftly handle the keys of the piano i consider you a genius. i hope you're not reading this you idiot.
of course, how can i forget our senti/opm "hataks" miklos da drumboy, zig da bassist, and pao the eternal "booer". really, those were the days. after we practiced our worst and loudest sets and finally settled in for some of the generic songs that we all knew (aka the dave-mayer set) -- hmmm, it only occured to me now that those were almost always girl-oriented... hmmm... -- brian would start suggesting some songs that we were all forced to play.
of course, pao would just lay his axe down and do something else, like, booing.
i, on the other hand, would also lay down my axe coz i didn't know what to play with those songs. so i sang. and man, those were the days. i could still remember those high notes that i used to hit with my extremely-girly-uncircumcised-falsetto (but i was already, ummm... you know... at that time), and the imaginary crowd of 2000 screaming their heads off preaching beautiful praises of my lovely singing voice.
i hit kahit kailan's high notes just a while ago, but i couldn't do it again. damn smokes have totally f*'d up my voice. oh well.
those were the good old days. and the lonely and sad days too. it seems as if you can only truly appreciate good times when you've gone through the worst things in life. 'til then, everything seems bland. and at least strife brought out the artist in me. i consider myself less of an artist now than then. being naive was such a good excuse for things, but now...
i'm all grown up. *sigh*
i miss people. i miss my old self. i miss a lot of things that i know i'll never be able to get back, and i know it's so foolish, but...
i miss her. i know it's passe, but she made me want to be good, even if only for her.
*sigh*
it's fun to be foolish when you really don't know sh*t. but now that i'm older i think too rationally and too practical for my own good.
i feel so sad and elated at the moment. i'm really screwed. still i'm glad i found those old songs. maybe it will make me more emotional, i've lost half of myself when everyone went away. really, no kidding. i haven't been romantically involved for the past 2 years.
romantically, that is.
oh well, i'll just post some more thoughts later, i still have 2 more hours before i leave for another shoot. it's only 2:50 am, call time's at 6. i can't be late coz they're using my cam for the shoot, and knowing that i won't be able to wake up (i'm the epitomy of the idea "sleeping like a rock") i'm staying up 'til then.
oh well. i think it's a good time to feel sad, if to feel anything at all. i've always been my most creative at these times. maybe i'll put that to good use.
back to my loneliness.
posted by silent tempest at 2:57 AM
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