Nights Like This

1.

I got a weird Quill/UP Diliman college days feeling tonight, while in my cultural group's regular gig Urag-urag. A lot of familiar people were there (although the event was a commercial flop) that I felt I haven't seen for a long time. This afternoon today it looked as if it's gonna rain hard, but tonight the stars were out, and it was just one irrisistable saturday night. I laughed trully for months or even years. It was a good night; I wasn't that drunk, I played my fill, and sweat a lot while playing--it was good. I'm not going to edit this although a voice behind me keeps on whispering linguistic crap in my ear. This is a "Christie Road" moment I got here. (refere to previous blog on Greenday Kerplunk!)

This is just one artsy fartsy night, and I'm in it. Around me people were talking about short films and plans for plays, while a band cries out thier original songs. The bar is bare, yes, but who cares? I just asked where could all the teenagers in Tabaco be tonight, to a friend. And he had no idea. Wow. Where could all the young people be tonight in a night like this?

What could they be doing tonight? I met new faces sharing with us the same preoccupations, and I just remembered that its still summer. And I remembeed all my previous summers. Particularly that summer of 96, when me and my friends did nothing but make and play songs. What grasshoppers we were. And this summer had that taste. Only now i'm older. For a stretch of forever I didn't feel anxious...or I might have but i quickly forgot about it while blabbering away with someone over the loud music. I feel so packed like Spam or an airtight pillow. What will I ever lose by dying? But please not yet, O Lord.

2.

I only drank one beer and my tongue is loose.