fan – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

LI: Another Conversation Among Deranged Writers I / Notes to Self XXXI

Another Conversation Between Deranged Writers I: Of Bullies & Favorite Songs

On April 10, 2012, after gulping a can of his favorite Coca-Cola (fresh from the cool refrigerator) at home, The Deranged Writer, in his pambahay outfit, heard a familiar song: Tootsie Gueverra’s “Kaba.” When he heard the OPM hit, it reminded Dewey not of love, but of a hurtful period: third grade. That was the year he was still the butt of the bullies’ jokes, and he was incredibly annoyed by that one classmate who kept singing “Kaba” every morning.

Song of the Moment CIX: My Chemical Romance’s “Teenagers”

Today, I randomly remembered an old conversation with Mr. Saints, a high school classmate I never talked to during that phase. In 2016, when he learned from my Facebook posts that my favorite band is the legendary alternative/hard rock band Foo Fighters, he sent a message, then we switched on our fanboy modes, and we talked about our favorite songs and albums.

During the conversation, he said this:

Mr. Saints: I wish we could’ve been friends during high school because I only knew a few people who listened to Foo Fighters while everyone else was into emo.

And then I frankly told them this:

Song of the Moment C: Foo Fighters’ “Run”

I’ve had many right-song-at-the-right-time moments lately, from hearing Saya’s “Natsu Shigure” during a rainy walk to my favorite cafe last June to hearing the opening theme of Person of Interest (my all-time favorite show) when I typed the exact title during a recent online conversation. As a music fan, I truly love those perfectly-timed moments.

Today, I finally recovered from two weeks of muscle pain and coughing. (Violently coughing at night is not a good experience at all. And I can really feel the aging now. Damn.) Thanks to resting, drinking The Angel’s Cup (which is basically hot honey/citron/ginger tea), and listening more to mellow music, now I’m feeling great physically, and I went back just in time for work. The first thing I did upon my return: open my laptop, open my Spotify app, and look for my favorite songs list (which consists of songs from various genres and music acts). I was curious if the universe and Spotify would deliver at least one perfectly-timed song, so I hit shuffle again.