(And I literally mean the title: half of these words were written while I was in Mayrics.)
People say one should never go to bars alone. It does give emphasis to the underlying truth that you�re either a loner or a geek, or a fusion of both.
Well, yeah. So? *laughs*
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Now I remember what captivates me when Imago performs. Aia�s Smile. Makes you actually feel welcome to listen anytime. If performers succeed at sometimes making gig-goers feel like they should listen, Imago flunks in that, for they only not make you feel like you should listen, but in a way you should somehow EXPERIENCE. Bands establish themselves through lyrics or music; Imago established themselves by giving off soul (other than music and lyrics, that is). And that�s what counts, I believe. After all, music is integrated poetry. Not just some notes you jive to when you�re too caffeinated enough to sleep.
And Aia�s one of a few singers I�ve seen who glorifies their liseners� joys. And I mean that as a type who fervently devotes herself to making listeners happy. Some singers can only be seen sugar-high when people are. Aia continues to be filled with sugar even if people are passive. She unwittingly makes Imago more lovable that way.
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A friend said something hopeful to me tonight. Good for that person.
Pero such things, although maganda, ang sakit marinig. Why? Dahil it raises up my hopes again. Puta. Akala mo naman tungkol sa akin or para sa ikabubuti ko yung sinabi niya. Nagho-hope na naman ako para lamang masaktan ulit.
Isa talaga akong malaking gago. And to think “Taning” pa yung tumutugtog. “Permiso sa isang araw na makasama ka; abiso ng pusong bulag na umaasa.”
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Talk of the night:
JC: Hoy, baka mamaya mapagkamalan na naman tayong magsyota niyan.
T: Bakit, sinong nagiisip?
JC: Si ______. Tinanong sa akin nung isang beses kung “tayo” ba daw. Sabi ko hindi. *laughs*
T: Ows? Ako rin, eh. Akala ko “tayo.”
Engk. Patay tayo diyan.
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From the computer table…
I just realized that it has been a long time since I last accompanied myself alone to something less-stressful. So, after leaving and avoiding all forms of things that may remind me of last night�s inappropriate bawling-after-being-awaken-by-a-text-message-at-eleven-twenty-four-in-the-evening-while-taking-a-nap-at-a-co-staffer�s-dormitory-after-being-too-drunk (that being my phone and a Netopia center), I decided to watch a movie alone.
The choices were easy, really. I wanted to watch something a bit sweety-sweety and brainless (okay, just something that wouldn�t really require too much thinking while sitting in front of the big screen), but after discovering there weren�t any Mandy Moore movies, I checked up the movie list. Too bad Princess Diaries 2 isn�t showing yet, but there was Garfield, Now That I Have You, Collateral, Dead People, Cinderella Story, The Village, and a couple more that I can�t remember. I wanted to see Now That I Have You because of my affinity with geeky guys (hey, I saw the trailer and found it cute, so what?) but the show time was too late, and I wanted to enter a movie house immediately. There were Garfield and Cinderella Story, but aside from the possibility that those movies are already available in my classmate�s hard drive (he�s the master of net pilfering through the use of p2p servers), I didn�t want to be sorry after a few hours thinking that I was actually that stupid to blow a movie ticket for those movies. I didn�t want anything too creepy (striking out Dead People), and I didn�t want too much thinking either (striking out Collateral), so I settled with The Village. Although I haven�t really forgiven M. Night Shyamalan (did I get that right?) for his stupid-ended movie The Signs (water to defeat aliens? WTF?!?), this was the safest bet of the evening, so what the hell.
It was fun, let me say. Somehow, M. Night�s magic with twisted story telling is still intact. With Sixth Sense�s you�re-dead-now twist, he brings us The Village, constantly leading us to the belief that the whole setting was medieval when �the village� was actually just some obscure place in the US kept secret by a couple of people who got together in some counseling session who wanted to live in some state of serenity and peace, and what would be the easiest way to do that other than incorporate some age where there wouldn�t be anything like televisions and radios to propagate the news of the world�s wickedness? (highlight this part if you�ve decided on not watching the movie and can risk reading the spoilers anyway) Inisip ko rin yan dati. Di ko lang talaga matatagalan na walang internet. He he.
Although it did make me think to some degree (realized of course that any involvement with M. Night and no involvement with thinking is impossible), I somehow enjoyed the night. Gave me a break from everything. I heard my self laugh out loud without the help of other outside forces. I got to breathe in between the trailers.
Although I�d be fooling my self if I�d say throughout the whole experience, not once did I think about� (sigh)
Btw, speaking of the trailers, they�re doing a movie adaptation of Nicholas Sparks� The Notebook. Wow. This is like, one of the few books that I wouldn�t forget. Seconds after a few images flashed unto the screen, I already exclaimed �Oh God�is that�noooo�wtf? IT IS The Notebook!� It was one of the reasons why I also fell in love with N. Sparks.
Wow. Talk about something you have only been imagining about coming to life on the big screen. And their choice of taking in lesser-known actors and actresses (like Ryan Gossling taking in the part of the lead male) is good too, because somehow, the hype wouldn�t center on how great someone�s acting is just because they thought she couldn�t do anything worse than singing. I remember wishing before, if I was to fall in love with someone, the person would have to have the qualities of what the main man had. Sadly though, there aren�t enough people in the world who�d probably even be half the person he was. Talk about impossible wishes.
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