No day but today

Today I spent my afternoon watching a couple of movies while lying on my bed (thank you to whoever invented the portable DVD player and thanks to my brother who was so kind to buy me one) with a mug of cold chocolate in hand. My first movie choice? Rent.


I know I was familiar with the musical but I didn't realize how really familiar I was with it until I watched the movie. I can sing the choruses to almost all the songs even though it's my first time seeing it and I haven't seen the live musical either. It's one of my brothers' fault, really. I've said it more than a few times already that I grew up listening to different kinds of music since my dad and my brothers just totally love music and so, I ended up being influenced by that. (Although, I am not as musical as one would expect because I'm too lazy, I admit that. Boo me.) Anyway, my brother would just listen all day and all afternoon to various musical soundtracks like Moulin Rouge and yes, Rent. I wasn't old enough yet to know what I was singing about but I was already singing to "Seasons of Love" then. And I can remember hearing "Tango Maureen" and its familiar beat and the recurring lines from "I Should Tell You" like it was yesterday. Oh, how I miss those days when my brother still lived with us and we'd randomly break out into sing-alongs like crazy people. I'm looking forward to the next time he comes home. Maybe I'll ask him to watch Rent with me and we'll sing all the songs together. :)

I don't know exactly how to end this post. I guess I'll just leave you with this favorite from the Rent soundtrack:

Those are the days I don't need remembering

I think I now know why I stopped listening to OPM. It's ironic because you know what actually made me realize it? A song from South Border. Freaking South Border who sang that song from... I won't even mention it because then I'd start thinking about it and eventually, I would end up thinking about the past, which is contrary to what this post is about. You know what, actually, it just may be the opposite of that. Now I'm starting to confuse myself.

Anyway, aside from the fact & the main reason, really, that I lost my previous music due to our old computer breaking down, I stopped listening to and caring about OPM because they can directly translate my emotions on paper. And they make me cry a lot, or at least, they used to. I didn't realize that until I felt the same feeling when I heard Wherever You Are by Southborder on TV. It wasn't intentional, it was just there when I tuned in. And it totally just clicked in my head. Even if I wanted to, I didn't dare YouTube or Google the song anymore because I just know that it would be a slide downhill from there on which I don't want to happen.

And then I saw this:


Coincidental much? I think so. Now you know what this post is really about.

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