Billie Joe is back!

September 29, 2008

He’s my Billie Joe Armstrong, the genius lyricist, the lead vocalist, and the guitarist of my favorite, favorite band—Green Day.

 

Well, he did not really go away. It’s just for a long time, I stayed away from music. At some point, I did not want to hear the songs that I like. Ironic, isn’t it? (Oh! I miss Alanis!). The lyrics of most songs I listen to are not particularly happy. Hey, I believe that the most beautiful songs are made of the saddest lyrics (sounds like Neruda, huh?). So intense, so meaningful, so dark, so vast. It feels like the words are mine, and the drama is enveloping my being. Okay, enough. This is overly dramatic already.

 

Anyway, I’m just joyful that I am again listening to the radio (and not DZMM all the time) and to my CDs and MP3s. Last Friday, I took out my Warning and American Idiot albums from their case and inserted it to the car stereo while going to work. I again was exhilarated by the drumbeats, the guitar, and the characteristic voice of Billie Joe. After a long time, of course, Green Day would be the first band I’d like to voluntarily listen to (absolute abstinence from listening isn’t really possible). If only I had their Dookie album, that would be the first (I only have a cassette tape). Nothing has changed. I’m still imagining watching their concert live. And I still sing along with every line that I know, even that of the second voice. Wala akong pinapalampas. I’m just so happy.

 

 

 

I thought of going on a vacation for months and just listening to songs. There are still so many good songs that I want to hear, those that were there before I was born and while I was growing up. At times I try to imagine what life would be without music. And that’s unimaginable. There was music when I was born, music when I am happy, and music when I am sad—and there’s still music at the end.

 

But I couldn’t afford to have a vacation at this point. I’ve already listened to my Green Day songs. So for next, while driving home, I’d listen to Zach de la Rocha! Au revoir!

what’s your lucky number?

September 9, 2008

According to my mom, the number 8 is a lucky number. She got that from the Chinese. It’s infinity, she said. She even married my dad on 8/8. And this year, there are three couples I know who got married 8/8/8, and one who started a relationship on that date. I don’t really know if the “lucky” number is true, but I have friends who are really lucky (relationships, career, money, etc), and a former officemate whose name is Lucky. If it were true, I guess people (mostly Chinese) should have been flocking the Vegas casinos right now. And for people who cannot leave home but feeling very lucky, especially on every 8th month of this year, there are always online casinos to visit. As for me, this year hasn’t been particularly good to me. Maybe bad luck would bounce off me before the “lucky” year of 2008 ends. If that happens, I may visit an online casino myself—maybe 8 days before 2008 exits and takes my luck away.

carpe diem? maybe not!

September 1, 2008

I like Dead Poets Society. It’s a great movie. Good acting, good actors, quotable lines, poetry, embracing yourself, following your dream, the idealism—I love it. But this is not about the movie; this is about the phrase that I first heard from the movie: carpe diem.

I like the idea. Seizing the day. It’s appealing to me. From then on, I’ve heard the idea so many times uttered using different words, tones, and faces. Really, if I could do that, that would be great.

There are so many things I want to do, but so many things I have to do first. Trying to make most of my life when I simply can’t YET is very stressful and tiring. And most enjoyable things require spending money and time, which I do not have right now. I must admit though, I haven’t done really fun stuff for years now. My life was sucked out of me, and life begins to suck. Haha. Maybe I think it does because of this carpe diem thing; I just cannot do it.

But then, my life does not suck. I like spending Sundays lying in bed all day and watching TV. I like resting at weeknights after work. I never want to force myself doing things when all I want to do is to sleep. Wanting to achieve things in a short time can be really depressing. So, I’ll just wait for my time. It will come. No pressure. Then, I’ll seize my day!