Thursday, October 30, 2008

QPG

I’m being haunted by Nick, Brian, Howie, Kevin and AJ.

Yesterday, I refreshed with the new watermelon float (where’s the green apple float!) of McDo and a large fries over lunch because I needed to get out of the office lest my head explode. Then, while in the middle of nibbling the cream, the boys started singing I want it that way, admittedly my favorite Backstreet song, or any boy band song for that matter. Two more songs played, Drowning and Quit Playing Games.

C’mon, the boy bands really had it their way when it was their time. I remember buying the first BSB album on cassette when I was Grade 6, the one with Get Down in it, which we eventually danced during Christmas parties those times.

After a mañanita for our Chairman the other day, a forgotten Filipino tradition which I only knew about this week where a bunch of birthday wishers greet (pester) the celebrator at the break of dawn with bygone songs, the assigned group arrived at around 6 am in the office with time to kill. So I grabbed a pillow and immediately looked for a BSB song on the net and dozed off in my desk. I dunno why the hell a BSB song popped into mind and so today I am haunted. Maybe it's hounding me to really consider that botched career? Jeez, heavens forbid.

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Speaking of botches, my Tawi-Tawi trip is one. Goodbye Sheik Makhdum, islands, seaweeds, and lantsas see you next time, promise. So much for finally being at the southernmost tip of the Philippines. Photos courtesy of Ate Sarah.

4 comments:

Jan Paul said...

what? you were grade six at the time of BSB era? i was a senior in hi-skul na ata that time eh, or baka in college na... god, im old!

Jap said...

I never knew. The only boy band I 'dug' was The Hansons. They're boys and they're a band, i.e. playing instruments. ;-)

jayclops said...

Dug, gyud. Mura man ug "dawg". Wazzup dawg? Hahaha. I also had a Hanson cassette tape before. Ganahan pud ko sa ilang songs.

The Scud said...

haha. bsb and nsync. i also remember liking michael learns to rock's 25 minutes during my sophomore year in high school. :-)

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