And then he looked at her with a flat smile on his face. He reached out his hand asking her to hold it. He was reaching out to her, not begging for her to stay but begging for her to leave.
She refuse the offer.
"No," she shook her head. "I just... wanted to get my books back," she said. She was talking about the three books inside his bag. Three books that plays a big part of her life. Three books that made her who she is right now. She let him borrow it for him to read but not the books, she let him borrow it for him to read her. Now she wonders if he actually read it, if he actually understand.
"Oh, yeah. Of course," he said with a straight face. He opened his backpack as quickly as he can and took the three books out and gently gave it back to her. And in that very moment, she knew it wasn't just the books he's giving back to her - he was giving back her heart.
She took the books out of his hand and felt like all the rocks of the world, big and small, came crashing into her like a heavy storm in a desert. She was trembling. She felt like crying but then refuses to. She need to stay calm and act like everything was okay even if it's not.
"So..." he said. She can tell he's uncomfortable. She can't even look into her eyes.
But she was keenly watching him - every details of him. His round eyes and thick lashes that she loves to touch. His brown hair that she loves to play with. His discolored dark lips he got by smoking cigarettes for almost four years. His neck that she loves to kiss. That black shirt he's wearing with a picture of a man drinking a cup coffee - it was his favorite. And those hands that once held hers with full of love and life. He was hers, she was his. Was.
"So, this is where the awkwardness returns huh?" she said trying to hold herself up.
He stands still with both of his hands inside his pocket. He was still looking down. He is still not talking to her.
"Okay, then. I'll go now," she said putting the three books inside her shoulder bag and her heart back inside her rib cage. She looked at him again wishing this wont be the last time and then saw him bit his lower lip, it is his way of thinking and holding up words inside his head.
And then he just said, "Okay."
As she was about to walk away from the one man she's been in love with for exactly two years, six months and three days, she felt this adrenaline came rushing into her. She stopped herself from walking. She looked at him as he continue to avoid her gaze.
"Do you still remember that one thing I asked you on our first date?" she asked calmly but didn't expect any answers and so she continued, "I asked you to do me a favor. One favor. I asked you that if the time will come when you don't want me in your life anymore, you will tell me. No matter how hard it will be for the both of us - for the one who's leaving and for the one who will be left behind - we will be honest. Because at the end of the day, it is the same thing. One heart will feel guilt, one heart will be broken."
And for the first time in months, she caught him looking back at her - with sorry in his eyes.
"But unfortunately that time came way way back, like three months ago. But you never told me. You left me hanging. For a month I was talking to myself. You never answered my calls, you never text me back. You went away. And yes, I'm sad we didn't worked out as how we both thought we will but I am more disappointed with you breaking your promise. That you never actually did me that one favor I asked you. One day I woke up and you were gone. You went away and left me hanging in the middle of nowhere."
She's still holding her tears and can't believe that she was able to keep it this long.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I'm not just that ready to-" he said but before he explains everything, she cut him off. It was too late for explanations. It wouldn't make everything back to normal anyway.
"I was so busy falling in love with your heart I didn't even notice that in the process you're breaking mine. What a fool." she sarcastically said. She sighed.
"Let's make this a goodbye. I just hope and pray that one day, you'll find a girl that you will really love and she wont make it easy for you to hold her heart, not the way I let you hold mine. I hope she'll make it difficult for you to feel that she loves you, so you can feel how complicated you are for me to love."
"Good luck with your life now. I hope you'll do great. Goodbye, George."
And in that moment, she knew he was already gone.
Into the Wilderness
As I am trying to reach out
I know I'm losing myself.
Second by second,
I'm drowning
A black hole sucking me in;
creating this feeling
of nostalgia inside me.
No light, just darkness
full of thoughts; uncertainty
like an exhausting puzzle,
a labyrinth of questions
all but no answers.
Not even one.
I know I'm losing myself.
Second by second,
I'm drowning
A black hole sucking me in;
creating this feeling
of nostalgia inside me.
No light, just darkness
full of thoughts; uncertainty
like an exhausting puzzle,
a labyrinth of questions
all but no answers.
Not even one.
Halloween Is Not Forever
And now I'm standing
in front of a window.
Reminiscing your voice,
how it sounds few months ago.
You said you're fine
but I knew you weren't.
You're just like everyone else;
lost and wandering.
Just yesterday, you said to me:
"Sadness is a choice."
And from what you can tell,
you're doing great and feeling well.
I can hear your mind laughing
I can feel your heartbeat.
You're okay and you're fine
Say hello to that lovely smile.
So now, I'm standing
in front of a window
By the sound of your voice,
Sweetheart, I believe you.
Yes, I do.
in front of a window.
Reminiscing your voice,
how it sounds few months ago.
You said you're fine
but I knew you weren't.
You're just like everyone else;
lost and wandering.
Just yesterday, you said to me:
"Sadness is a choice."
And from what you can tell,
you're doing great and feeling well.
I can hear your mind laughing
I can feel your heartbeat.
You're okay and you're fine
Say hello to that lovely smile.
So now, I'm standing
in front of a window
By the sound of your voice,
Sweetheart, I believe you.
Yes, I do.
I Dare You
Tell me a story
of love and happiness.
Like how Fairy Primroses
blooms in February-
captivating colors,
fascinates thousands of hearts.
Tell me a story
of life and catastrophe.
Like how power and ego
can kill innocent souls-
tears for humanity,
forever in our history.
Tell me a story
about me and you.
Say something, quick.
Time is running out.
Come on.
Don't make me feel blue.
of love and happiness.
Like how Fairy Primroses
blooms in February-
captivating colors,
fascinates thousands of hearts.
Tell me a story
of life and catastrophe.
Like how power and ego
can kill innocent souls-
tears for humanity,
forever in our history.
Tell me a story
about me and you.
Say something, quick.
Time is running out.
Come on.
Don't make me feel blue.
Voyage of Truth
So long,
my old chap.
Hear my once again
after-clap.
As the ocean of time
will sublime anew,
give justice to fidelity
sail away and find
all the greats in you.
my old chap.
Hear my once again
after-clap.
As the ocean of time
will sublime anew,
give justice to fidelity
sail away and find
all the greats in you.
Books, Books, Books!
Oh, Hello Kitty!
And there goes my Chinny-Chin-Chin Smile.
A Damsel's Melancholy
Maybe it's The Smiths on play that makes me feel the need to write something. Or the coffee beside me that was once hot but now cold. Or my one year old snobby Angora cat that I named Fox, sleeping like an angel in my unmade single bed that I was able to lay down for an hour or two, kidding myself that I could go to sleep with the thoughts of him in my mind. Well obviously, I can't.
And here I am, sitting in my room wide awake with a notebook laying on the table and a pen in my right hand wondering how I can get him out of my fucking head. It's 2:36 in the morning, only the dim light from the lamp in my room make me see things and even the darkness around me can't even swallow all those bittersweet memories of him down to a place where good memories kept but was made to be forgotten. I can't stop thinking about him and it's freaking me out. He's inside my brain - and in my heart - happily torturing me for not leaving. Just there, thoughts of him kept on replaying, making me regret everything I did five months ago.
I never thought I'll be writing about him again. But I don't think I have the strength to resist it because I know, deep inside me, I want to.
I want to see his eyes again; those brown eyes that was full of awe and lightheartedness. Those brown eyes that made me see things in a different direction, like a little firefly in darkness summoning me, guiding me and taking me to a perfect paradise where no one else could go but us. Those brown eyes that looked at me like I was the only one that matters. Those brown eyes that made me feel loved. Those brown eyes that made me love myself as much as I could.
And I want to hear his voice again; that one sexy voice that gave me butterflies in my stomach every time I hear it, making me want to kiss him and never let him go. That one sexy voice that never failed to amaze me when he talk like a wise man or even being just plain stupid. That one sexy voice that sing me funny improvised lullabies every time I came over and spend my night in his house. That one sexy voice that I love to hear when sometimes, he's deeply asleep but talking regardless of. That one sexy voice that never failed to make me feel loved by always whispering "I love you" in my ears whenever he wants to. That one sexy voice that made me so damn happy just by hearing it.
And his touch that kept me coming back for more. And his addicting smell with or without perfume on. And his smile, how can I ever forget that one wide amazing smile? And how adorable his toxic laugh is. And the way he move his body with that weird dance step just to make me smile whenever I'm troubled and sad. And that one time he tried to cook dinner for us but failed because he didn't know how to and just said "sorry" with puppy eyes and we just laughed about the too salty burned chicken he prepared for the night. He didn't want me to eat it because we both know it's terrible and so I ended up cooking another one for both of us instead. But he didn't know I still ate some of it before going to sleep because I love to, because he made it for me.
Those little things, those happy memories. Him. Me. Together. Happy. And in love. For two and almost a half years. We are happy. We were happy.
We were happy not long enough before I say, "I can't do this anymore."
He was a great guy. He is no near perfect but for me, he is. He didn't cheat on me, not even one time and I swear to God I didn't cheated on him, too. He treated me right, I treated him right. He's happy every time we're together and I'll be a liar if I'll say I wasn't happy spending my time with him, too. I was happy being his girl, I was happy with him being my man. He loves me, I love him.
So why did I left him? Why did I changed my mind? Why did I made him cry that one sunny day in the park? Why did I let him kneel in front of me and in front of all the strangers watching us, watching him begging for an answer why I can't be with him anymore, begging for me to stay? Why did I just stand there watching him suffer because of me? Why did I let him chase me for an answer to his one question? Why did I avoided all his eighty seven calls for two weeks just for the answer that we both know he deserves? Why? Why did I fucking change my mind?
And that I'm afraid to answer. I'm afraid because up until now, I don't even know how to. I didn't know why or what or when or who or how I changed my mind. I don't know. I just don't know why.
Screw me. Screw me for letting him go. Screw me for breaking his heart. Screw me because I hurt him so much. Screw me for making him cry. Screw me for saying goodbye and never tried to get him back.
I'm a horrible human being, I know. And I'm not fine. I'm totally not. I'm not doing great. For almost five months, I was never okay. I'm a fool to let him go. I'm insane to break his heart.
I thought I could move on from what I did, from breaking both of our hearts. But I never did. And as time goes by, I came to realize that I never wanted to forget him - at all. I mean, yes we'll be on our separate lives like how it was before we met each other, like how every story start and I was totally okay with that. But in our lives, there's always this one person who would make you feel... I don't know, attached maybe? That no matter how hard you try to let yourself drift away by the ocean of time, there's this one tiny-almost-invisible string that will always connect you with someone, with that someone.
I never heard of him since that last day we met two weeks after our one-sided break up. In the same park where I said, "Yes" and also the place where I said that one heartbreaking confusing line, "I can't do this anymore." That park was used to be our favorite place to go to; the green grass, the huge trees, the blue skies, the fresh breeze of air, the people around us, picnic blanket, foods and drinks, books and magazines, earphones and music, card games, me... and him. It was perfect and I ruined it. The fact that I don't even know why I did it makes it much even worse.
That one cloudy day, that last day. It was awkward, like really. He asked that one question I've been asking myself in the most coldest way that he could, "Why?"
I know how hurt he was because of me. I can see it in his brown eyes, full of sorrow and hatred and love. All I want to do was hug him, kiss him and tell him how sorry I am and that I'm ready to do whatever it takes for him to forgive me and take me back and that I love him so much.
And then I said, "I just don't love you anymore. I don't love you and I think I never did."
But I did. I still do.
Summer Fun, Summer Fun
So I spent my weekend together with my friends in a private resort somewhere in Calatagan, Batangas and I must say, it turned out to be one of the most memorable days of my life. In all honesty.
The resort was owned by one of my friends' uncle and it was awesome! And the beach - even if it's a stony one - was so beautiful it made me want to cry! Aha!
I never felt so relax the way I did in that place and the best part was, I was reunited with my ancient (Ancient, what a word! They're not old, though! Haha.) friends! Hooray for good old days! :)
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The resort was owned by one of my friends' uncle and it was awesome! And the beach - even if it's a stony one - was so beautiful it made me want to cry! Aha!
I never felt so relax the way I did in that place and the best part was, I was reunited with my ancient (Ancient, what a word! They're not old, though! Haha.) friends! Hooray for good old days! :)
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Happy Graduation, My Friend!
Ha? Anong sabi mo?
Sa buhay, hindi laging ikaw ang tama. Tao ka, nagkakamali. Tulad ng lahat ng nasa paligid mo, hindi ka perpekto at alam kong alam mo iyon.
Katapat ng pagiging normal na tao ang mga bagay na hindi maganda tungkol sa iyo na kadalasan e mas nabibigyan pa ng halaga ng mga taong walang ginawa sa buhay kung 'di mangi-alam at makihithit ng tsismis sa mga kapwa matatalas ang mga dila at pandinig.
Hindi naman sa tsismosa ako sa lagay na ito, gusto ko lang ipamukha sa iyo na hindi sa lahat ng oras e gawa-gawa lang ang tsismis. Tandaan, may dalawang panig sa bawat tsismis na iyong maririnig: ang tinatawag kong "Dagdag Patak" (mga gawa-gawa lang na mas madalas na pinaniniwalaan) at ang totoo na puno't dulo ng lahat ngunit natambakan na ng mga impormasyong hindi naman pinakikinggan. At sa bawat panig, importanteng maintindihan ang bawat isa upang mapagtanto ang tama sa mali at ng maisupalpal sa pagmumukha ng mga taong walang magawa na nangingialam na nga sila ng buhay ng iba. Nakakaawa.
Matalino ka at kung ikukumpara ang utak mo sa iba, may laban ka. Mataba ang utak mo, patunay lang na hindi ka tanga. Pero, wait! May isang bagay lang na gusto kong isampal sa pagmumukha mo ng paulit-ulit, pakaliwa at pakanan times one million and one, at iyon ay ang: USO ANG MAKINIG.
Hindi naman sa tsismosa ako sa lagay na ito, gusto ko lang ipamukha sa iyo na hindi sa lahat ng oras e gawa-gawa lang ang tsismis. Tandaan, may dalawang panig sa bawat tsismis na iyong maririnig: ang tinatawag kong "Dagdag Patak" (mga gawa-gawa lang na mas madalas na pinaniniwalaan) at ang totoo na puno't dulo ng lahat ngunit natambakan na ng mga impormasyong hindi naman pinakikinggan. At sa bawat panig, importanteng maintindihan ang bawat isa upang mapagtanto ang tama sa mali at ng maisupalpal sa pagmumukha ng mga taong walang magawa na nangingialam na nga sila ng buhay ng iba. Nakakaawa.
Matalino ka at kung ikukumpara ang utak mo sa iba, may laban ka. Mataba ang utak mo, patunay lang na hindi ka tanga. Pero, wait! May isang bagay lang na gusto kong isampal sa pagmumukha mo ng paulit-ulit, pakaliwa at pakanan times one million and one, at iyon ay ang: USO ANG MAKINIG.
Huwag mo isarado ang iyong tainga sa opinyon ng mga tao sa paligid mo dahil madami ka pang hindi alam sa mundo. Matalino ka nga pero kung paiiralin mo ang katigasan ng ulo mo sa bawat salitang hindi mo gustong marinig, makakaligtaan mo ang mga bagay na dapat sana maiintindihan mo dahil ipinapaintindi na ito sa iyo ng buong mundo.
E ang kaso, AYAW MONG MAKINIG kaya hindi mo maintindihan. AYAW MO dahil pakiramdam mo matatalo ka sa pakikipaglaban sa sarili mo. Nako, mahirap iyan!
Buksan mo ang tainga mo, pinag-uusapan ka na ng lahat. Huwag ka ng magpanggap pa na manhid ka dahil kahit ang sarili mo ay hindi na naniniwala. Alam mo ang totoo, oras na para ipaglaban mo ito. Tanggapin mo na sa sarili mo na kahit anong gawin mo, hindi mo na matatakasan itong kalupitan ng mundong tinatapakan mo.
And just look on the brightside, my friend. Sa bawat opinyon ay may mga natatanging ideya na hindi magagawang isipin ng kahit sinong matalino, kahit pa ng isang tulad mo. Kapag sila'y nagsalita, may karapatan ka ding magsalita. Ganoon din kapag nakinig ka; pakinggan mo sila, papakinggan ka din nila. At kung hindi, at least binigyan mo ng pagkakataon ang sarili mo na marinig ang mga bagay na dapat mong marinig. Tungkol sa iyo, laban sa iyo. At nang malaman mo na ang mga tsismo't tsimosa, kaibigan, ang totoong mga kalaban mo.
O, ano? Naririnig mo na ba?
Naririnig mo na ba sila?
Ngayon
Ano na nga bang nangyari sa "ngayon"?
Niloloko na nga lang ba tayo ng panahon?
Parang ilan sa mga tao sa ating gobyerno,
malulupit at mandaraya.
Parang mga botanteng puro lait at intriga,
kulang naman sa gawa.
Parang mga pulis na nakaunipome nga,
nababalot naman ng dumi at pagkakasala.
Parang tunog ng modernong musika,
unti-unting nauubusan ng puso at mahika.
Parang mga magagandang babae na nagtatago
sa likod ng kung anu-anong pampaganda.
Parang mga lalaking kanya-kanyang porma
para lang maka-isa.
Parang mga taong umiibig na nasasaktan na,
inaamin pa sa lahat na tanga sila.
Parang mga palabas sa telebisyon,
paulit-ulit at nakakasawa.
Bato-bato sa langit,
natamaan ka ba?
Huwag ka ng magalit,
sige ka, baka ka mahalata.
Niloloko na nga lang ba tayo ng panahon?
Parang ilan sa mga tao sa ating gobyerno,
malulupit at mandaraya.
Parang mga botanteng puro lait at intriga,
kulang naman sa gawa.
Parang mga pulis na nakaunipome nga,
nababalot naman ng dumi at pagkakasala.
Parang tunog ng modernong musika,
unti-unting nauubusan ng puso at mahika.
Parang mga magagandang babae na nagtatago
sa likod ng kung anu-anong pampaganda.
Parang mga lalaking kanya-kanyang porma
para lang maka-isa.
Parang mga taong umiibig na nasasaktan na,
inaamin pa sa lahat na tanga sila.
Parang mga palabas sa telebisyon,
paulit-ulit at nakakasawa.
Bato-bato sa langit,
natamaan ka ba?
Huwag ka ng magalit,
sige ka, baka ka mahalata.
Coffee, Burgers and...
I know what you're thinking right now. The title. I know! Coffee AND burgers? Yum!
But sad to say, the food was not the only subject in this post. And whether you like it or not, this will be another story about what happened in my life, today.
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| At Zark's Burgers (Taft, Manila) |
So today, I went to Manila and eat dinner with my BSP family. It's more like of a despedida dinner for me because I'm done with my internship and ate Mavic, because she'll be leaving BSP next month for some personal reason. And everything went perfectly fine.
We first ate at Zark's Burgers where I ordered one of its top and most popular meal, Zark's Ultimate Burger and it's really delicious. But first - as one of Day One's song goes- its gotta get bad before it gets good and it did. The place was full that night and that means if we want to eat there, we have to wait until there's a ten vacant sit for us to be accommodated. Yes, we wanted to eat there and yes, we waited for the next thirty minutes or so. But nonetheless, at the end of the night our hungry tummies were stuffed with awesome and fatty burgers. The best part? It was free for me. It was a treat from my BSP family. Sweet huh? Lucky me. :)
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| At Noriter Cafe (Taft, Manila) |
Other than the one gigantic burger they bought for me and those unfinished food they offered me to eat (Yes, I'm a real food-eating machine), they even got me a dessert called Deep Fried Mars where a Mars chocolate was coated in a batter and topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce. Sounds yummy? TOTALLY! I admit, this and the coffee (caught in between) are my most favorite part of the night. Like, really.
The next stop was a really cute and artistic coffee shop, Noriter. It was more like of a doodle house full of acts of randomness from random people and it's lovely! The doodles, the theme and ambiance of the place plus the coffee? Relaxing place, indeed. My kind of place. I'll come back there as soon as possible just to breath in the coffee air once again.
We hang out there for another hour or two and called it a day. Since I'm an hour and a half away from Manila, I went home by riding a bus with my earphones on my ears and music in my head. While I'm on the road I realized one thing, that I'm so damn lucky to have this kind of life. An unexpected experience with my newly found not-blood-related family, I couldn't ask for more. They were all sweet and thoughtful. By just being with them, I feel so loved. I think I am.
Lucky me huh? Lucky me. :)
Rizal Park Documentary Project
Nakalibot ka na ba sa Rizal Park?
Heto ang isang maikling palabas (college project) tungkol sa makasaysayang parke sa Pilipinas.
Heto ang isang maikling palabas (college project) tungkol sa makasaysayang parke sa Pilipinas.
The Beatlemania Feels
It's been days but I'm still head over heels with something I never thought I could be a part of. And what is it? Read the title again, please.
It was a little late (two nights before the event) when I saw a friend of mine tweet about this "Bootleg Beatles" concert and like any other days, I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY to buy a ticket. So I went to bed that night imagining me near the stage watching a tribute band singing songs from the most amazing and legendary band of all time, The Beatles.
Have you watched the "Nowhere Boy"? The part where Julia is moving and
grooving with the crowd, watching The Quarrymen (or maybe, just Paul)
rock the stage. I imagined myself like that, singing and dancing and
fangirling (like a Beatlemaniac will do) while the whole world around me
turns into slow motion, only the band and me felt the "connection". Ha. Connection, what a word.
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And then the next morning, my mom woke me from a peaceful sleep (which
weird me out since I'm totally upset of me not going to the concert,
like really) and said, "Cole, dali! 'Yung Bootleg nasa T.V." And then I jumped off from bed and went downstairs to painfully watch the tribute band on the small box-shaped screen, wishing with all my heart to watch them perform live.
And then there they were, rocking the stage with "Get Back" from 1970's Let It Be album. They're fake, I know. They're not the real Fab Four, I know. They're the Bootleg Beatles, and that I totally know! But there's this unexplainable feeling inside me, telling me that I SHOULD BE ON THAT CONCERT.
And with the help of my now-employed twin sister (who lend me money to
buy a ticket), I DID. I was there and it turned out to be one of the
most remarkable night of my life, ever!
January 17, 2014. The Bootleg Beatles on Philippine International Convention Center (PICC). And I went ALONE for the very first time. At first, I freaked out. Would it turn out great? Would it be as good as you're going with some friends or would it be much better? Then I remember, it's a Beatles Tribute band for God's sake! Of course it will turn out great, not the "great" great if it's the real Beatles on stage - we know for sure that this will never ever happen again - but still feels great and honored to be in it, to be a part of it even for just one night.
The Bootleg Beatles started to perform around 9pm, leaving the whole crowd begging for them to get out and be on stage, performing as early as possible and end as late as ever. The concert was supposed to start at 8, of course I'm expecting a front act and there was. It's a Filipino blue-jazz band called "The Spirit of '69". They were good but the crowd is too excited for Bootleg, you know, the Beatlemania feels.
And then after the front act, the crowd - including me - was left with advertisements on the big screen. I think I almost memorized all of it that night, who wouldn't? It was on repeat for like twenty minutes or so - or maybe I'm just exaggerating since I was one of the begging people in the crowd.
Minutes passed and there's still no Bootleg on stage. I started to think of the possibilities that this one hell of a concert is going to be a big joke. That I will go home alone with tears in my eyes because I wasn't able to see the tribute band and of course because I spent P1,000.00 on a ticket that I thought would be a pass for an amazing and a memorable night but turns out to be a massive and not-so-funny prank that I will forever remember. And yes, I'm freaking out again.
But then I started hearing some people in the crowd screaming and begging for Bootleg to show themselves. One even says in a fake scouse accent, "C'mon Lennon! Huwag ka nang mahiya!" and that makes the Tagalog part a little bit slang too, that made half of the crowd laugh. And someone also shouted, "Hey Paul! Where are you man? Come out!" and then there's this one, "George, pal! Sing us a song!!!" and my favorite one was "RINGO STARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" And if you read it with the long and awkward Rs, then you somehow caught the reason why it's my favorite.
And then behold... A Hard Day's Night on play, live. The drum strokes, the guitar strums, the costumes, the habits and the voices. The Bootleg Beatles. On the stage, imitating The Beatles in the best way they can just to make the crowd happy and satisfied. To bring us all back to the years when Beatles were still on tours. To make us all feel the so-called "Beatlemania" once again. And it feels great, greater than what I expected.
Here are some pictures that I took from where I'm sitting. They wore three different Beatles costumes. The first one was the formal collarless coat and tie or the "Hard Day's Night" suit.
The second one was the colorful hippie costume inspired by the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band days.
And the last costume was the Beatles' Abbey Road iconic semi-formal suits.
They sang more than twenty Beatles songs and as far as I can remember, some of it were the following (not in order and not sure if this was the complete song list and maybe - just maybe - I'm making this up, hahaha):
- A Hard Day's Night
- I Saw Her Standing There
- All You Need Is Love
- Love Me Do
- Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
- All My Loving
- Help!
- Can't Buy Me Love
- Eight Days A Week
- I Feel Fine
- Day Tripper
- Twist and Shout
- The Ballad of John and Yoko
- Don't Let Be Down
- Long Tall Sally
- While My Guitar Gently Weeps
- Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
- With A Little Help From My Friends
- Magical Mystery Tour
- I Am The Walrus
- Penny Lane
- Come Together
- Here's Comes The Sun
- Yesterday
- Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
- Hey Jude
- Let It Be
The Bootleg Beatles had performed more than 4,000 times now as a tribute band for 35 years, bringing back the experience of watching The Beatles live to audiences - giving the old and the young fans today the experience that they never thought they could have.
It's not the real them but it was still a privilege to see them live. It was like seeing The Beatles performing in front of you and it was unbelievable and amazing and cool and wonderful all at the same time. It made me love The Beatles more than ever. It made me believe in their music more than I ever thought I could. And somehow, it made me think that I deserve to be called a Beatlemaniac. Do I sound like one? Nah. I'm too far to be one of them, but I wish I am.
Ode to the Lost One
You're lost right now but don't worry.
Sooner or later, you'll find me.
We'll make a lot of photographs and memories,
You'll be a part of my life and my poetries.
Just like rain, I'll always be falling for you.
I'll keep you alive just like what air was meant to do.
I'll put a smile on your face in every possible ways.
And at night, I'll sing you a lullaby for you to stay.
I will love you and your imperfections,
and kiss you with no doubt and hesitation.
You'll be my man and I'll be your lady,
and someday, we will make a perfect love story.
Sooner or later, you'll find me.
We'll make a lot of photographs and memories,
You'll be a part of my life and my poetries.
Just like rain, I'll always be falling for you.
I'll keep you alive just like what air was meant to do.
I'll put a smile on your face in every possible ways.
And at night, I'll sing you a lullaby for you to stay.
I will love you and your imperfections,
and kiss you with no doubt and hesitation.
You'll be my man and I'll be your lady,
and someday, we will make a perfect love story.
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