Thursday, May 31, 2007...1:16 pm
V is for Videoke
I remember V. I remember because I was thinking about my birthday goals for this year. And then I thought about the last big party where I sang “Easy” on the videoke machine. It was drunken madness. And I was so distracted because it pulled out the drunken memory of V.
Before the videoke was everywhere, it used to be on a cable tv channel. V hung out at my college apartment a lot and we would sing loudly, paying serious attention to the words changing colors on the tv screen. It was probably all off-key..but it didn’t matter. We rocked! hahahaha..yet the laughter was short-lived.
We consumed an entire gallon of Lambanog in Quezon, singing every song that came on the videoke channel. We even managed to borrow a microphone from our classmate. And as if it was not meant to be a night of drunken madness and eardrum tearing singing, a cockroach flew over our heads and forced us to flee for our lives.
In his room there is no tv. But we play CD’s and sing along, inventing lyrics when they escape us. And he rides the bike inside his room and shows me tricks that reveal more than he would have liked to show me. But that’s not videoke anymore.
When he left there was no song to sing. And he took my best CD’s and never gave them back. I imagine he played them all the time and listened to the echoes of his singing. I imagined he would sing louder and louder trying to drown my imaginary voice singing in the back of his head. But that was my fantasy. And I was probably not missed that much.
So now I can’t seem to bring myself to go gaga over the videoke with the Mister because I feel guilty that these memories invade my head when I do. I cannot seem to forget about this V whom I once liked to have around so much. But you know the Mister finds it funny that he is the lucky bastard whose name I now use.
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And I am thinking about this because??
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