My Dirty Little Secret

I was a naive 10-year-old when I learned to save up a portion of my baon so I could buy their casette tapes. Those were probably my very first prized possessions. I've listened to their songs over and over, and I could name the tune (I swear) with two notes. I've memorized every lyrics, every adlibs, and if I hadn't "grown up", I could still enumerate EVERY song in EVERY album IN ORDER (mind you!). I even remember writing a poem for each of their songs. I eagerly tuned in to every radio station every weekends to record their live performances. I squirmed to death as I listen to their new single being played on air for the first time. I rumbled and hit punches with my brother as we argued on who really ruled Pinoy rock music-dom.

Indeed, a fanatic. This phase in my life has undeniably influenced the standards I have now that I'm 23. I will never forget how I laughed and cried, and loved and hated. I must say that it still is a part of me and it's something I can't get rid off so easily. And if you ask me now, I'd still say "I wanna marry a rockstar!"

Today, my first love/biggest crush/infatuation/man of my dreams/the one I adore to infinity turns 32. Happy birthday Bamboo!!