When life doesnt seem to be adding up… Blame math.

You find yourself listenning to Better Days  by Dianne Reeves and your sense of smell and taste is somewhat looking for beer. That was my weird moment earlier. That little moment brought me back to those haaay tapos na ang araw may bukas ulit feeling while walking into IC’s cafe and getting that cold crisp 21 peso beer (yes, 21 pesos pa nun…).  Realizing afterwards that that was 2 years ago us a painful hit to oneself. Time has made those days of serious carefree-ness become things of the past, become reason to smile, grunt or just stop and think.

Alison Kraus, 98 degrees, 112, counting crows and southborders kahit kailan brings you back to those senti moments in your bedroom, listenning to the local radio station and have a landline by the bed, waiting for someone to call you. Yes, the cellphone was none existent just the short past ago.

Cupid, Baby now that I found you, invisible man, Wonderwall, Basketcase, Zombie, Dont speak and Sway by Bic Rungga are but humming music last song syndrome hits of the past that reminds you of a person, a classmate, a crush, your coolest barkada or that prom, first beer or first kiss and first break up.

Im happy Ive got indications of my past. A past that I welcome back anytime with open arms, closed eyes and a smile on my lips. Is it the music, the people, the first time experiences or just that era that made a difference in me?

I dont really know. But it sure does feel good…