1:43

I am not really a fan of uber-rock music. Well, it depends on my mood. But most of the time I am acquainted with soft-sounding and easy-listening sounds.

Not so long ago, I was eating with a friend (Mary Lou Christine Declines -- yeah, she really requested at me to allot a space for her in my blog) at Mang Inasal, EDSA Central branch. They have a sort of TV-in-the-air there, maybe, for the purpose of entertaining their customers while waiting for orders to be served. I noticed Pan (that's how I call Mary Lou) patriotically watching the video. Since I had to look at my 9 o’clock angle to be able to see, I took time to listen first. I knew it was like a boy band/group. The song was Tagalog. As I listened for another couple of minutes, I figured out that they sound like the then and now (?) famous F4.

So I looked at the TV, too. As I was watching them, I grinned. Yes, the MTV was cheesy (at least) for me. When it ended, Pan and I stared at each other. I was about to say something when she said, “Sino sila?” I only managed to shrug because I did not know too. But I also said, “Medyo okay naman yung kanta pero ang cheesy ng video.” Then we laughed. Then we ate.

1:43, the band’s name. Sa Isang Sulyap Mo was the song that we were listening to. Trivia: at this very moment, I am listening to it. Today is the very day that I realized the video just complements the meaning of the song itself. Cheesy. Definitely. But I like it. I am not a musician. I don’t even know how to play any musical instrument. I just appreciate. This one seems too good to my ear, heart, and soul. I guess I am barely being my self while listening to this song. The message, the rhythm, the voice… ugh, I guess teens and teens at heart will surely be blown away. Try ‘ta listen! :)

Ooppsss, wait! By the way, I love cheese!  :)

Sa Isang Sulyap Mo – 1:43 Lyrics & Listen

Just A Dream

You were just a dream that I once knew.

It was already quite a while since we haven’t spoken the way we used to. How I miss those days. I used to wake up with your text. You used to give my phone a ring to wake me up. We used to talk over the phone about simple things; sometimes senseless, but made a lot of sense. I miss you. I miss us, if it is right for me to say “us”; if there was once “us.”

Our friendship is what I am referring to. It was a special friendship that we once shared. It seems to be gone. Forever? Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t know. We had our petty arguments. We had our debates. We shared a dose of opinions, and we casted our point of views. There were times that it seemed too heated; but most of the time they were just for the sake of exchanging thoughts; for us to exercise our intellectual capacity. At the end of the day, emotions were the stuff that prevailed.

I had fun. Somehow.

Now I am just a little tattered of what have become of us. We weren’t the same any longer. Smiles were gone. Everything's poker. Rainbow's have gone sepia. Even black and white lost their contrasts. The hues became useless. The "we" and "us" have petered out -- were they ever present?

I still hope to meet you someday, even just halfway.

I had fun. Somehow. How I miss those days.

That Guy In Pink

Lo and behold— in
Daranak Falls
There was a guy in pink,
With curly hair

My eyes met his
Locked for three seconds
My world came to an end,
Oh Lord, why just three seconds?

That guy in pink,
With a yellow and black-covered phone
Holding the leash attached to his dog
Seemed to be not walking alone

Minutes have gone
Ten, twenty, or so,
My heart said chugsh!
Beat faster each second that goes

I beseeched
My eyes kept on rolling
Hoping to catch his tantalizing gaze again
God, I beg, this time, I will cherish

I searched, I glanced, I looked far away              
My eyes kept on searching
Eye to eye again, my only wish
God, I beg, please… or I will perish

“You should’ve smiled,” my friend said
What a remorse I felt
“You should’ve smiled,” she repeated
“Yes, I should’ve smiled,” I said.