my life is a tv sitcom (hi, i'm ted mosby)

it was only last friday that i felt well enough (at times) to plug my ipod to my ears. but sheer boredom loves company, and i had just downloaded new stuff on the pod. like s1 of how i met your mother.

aside from being a comedy, and witty at that, the striking thing about it is that ted, the lead character, is my age. like, really. granted, he's a few months older, but it's rare to find a show that has a lead character my age. i always feel they're either too old, and as life went on, too young.

plus, it's the life of a single guy, in nyc. so, i'm not a guy, and i'm not in nyc, what do i have in common with ted? i've not even been in any relationship like he has. but he has four friends in the show, which kinda reminded me of my own group of friends when i was 27. (or to be more accurate, when i was turning 26). unlike ted, there were three girls and two guys in that group. lily-and-marshall were my other best friend and her now-husband. barney would be my best friend, who, while not as comedically bad as barney, is adventurous in her own right. robin would be the newcomer guy, who went to the same uni as the rest of us but only really hung out with after lily-and-marshall became an item. and needless to say, he could have been the one, but probably not for me.

that year i became 26 was probably the most emo year i ever went through. i was coping with big change professionally, struggling to graduate from grad school, and learning about dating for the first time in my life. actually, all the angst stuff went on until the next year, and a necessary lifestyle change put the brakes on that situation. again, needless to say, things did not work out as hoped, and love was one of the many things that frustrates me up to now.

but like ted said, these are my mistakes to make, and i had to make them even if i knew they were mistakes.

and now, time to start on season 2.

the story behind the picture

ok, i promised, and i intend to deliver this time, contrary to all expectations. i never considered myself lucky. i wasn't very good at games, i nver won anything big like a car or even a fricking cellphone. but evidence has been building up until i could deny it no longer. i was lucky in my own way. i really had to admit that when i realized i won a palm m105. wtf?

but a few years after that incident i still bemoaned the fallacy that i was unlucky. i got tickets to a movie premier once while listening to magic, and when i became a dedicated follower of klite i reckon i won a lot of prizes. but i'm getting ahead of myself now.

the klite cd box set was probably the biggest prize i ever won in klite, specifically on the morning brew. i didn't even win it the first time it was raffled off, i think as another anniversary promo item. it's not as collector-worthy as the sting cds i won on my 25th birthday (damn, that was five years ago?) but the sting cds i could have gotten anywhere. not the cd box set.

obviously the set came with a box, like you'd expect. but it is so flimsy that i threw it away in a fit... i kinda miss it in a way, but i'm well rid of another piece of junk in my room. but the cds, man. the songs probably represent all that i love (and some of what i hate) in rock music, and the station. pearl jam. blurry. third eye blind. sheryl crow. incubus. man, if maroon 5 had already been making waves st the time, they'd have been on the cd. most of all, the songs represent my life in music. i just can't say it enough, klite and i are soulmates. and like all good things, the relationship had to end.

so, thank you klite, for this cd box set and the sting cds, the couple of vcds, and the numrouse movie tickets you gave me through vito and mylinda and anjanette and whoever else. thank you for letting me watch batman begins with one of my best friends, and giving me and excuse to take a guy friend on a movie date (suspense thrillers aren't something i'd pick to watch on my own). thank you for getting me and my two best friends free entrance to tapika to see paolo santos, and giving my friend ten fricking passes to gateway cinema so i could catch some movie with him and our two chaperons (another looooooong story). in fact, thank you for giving me a semblance of a love life, because now that you're gone, guess what? that life is now over. but that's ok. all good things come to an end.

take me dancing

so, it isn't my intention to chronicle every-frickin'-day of my last fifteen days as a twentysomething. it just happened that i'm feeling a bit better than i have since five days ago, and i have a little time on my hands, and i'm holding off the season 1 finale of how i met your mother. and i suddenly saw these:

a large part of my twentysomething years is spent with one ear glued to the radio and the dial pointing at 103.5. if my high school had LS, and the cool college kids (ahem) was listening to NU in the wee hours, my soundtrack for the MBA years was klite. it started one morning, my first month at school and consequently first month living alone for the first time evah! and i was dial-surfing. i couldn't quite catch magic, and i was annoyed with chico and delamar (still am, actually) and i happened on this radio station at the other end of the dial where the music is just right down my alley and the djs were just the right amount of witty. thus began my 5-year love story with klite 1035.

...five years? but the story started six years ago!?!

sadly, kids, every love story has to end sometime. and no matter what the books say, it always ends in death. november 2006, i was astounded to hear vito (my favorite dj of all time) make the announcement that the morning brew was signing off for the second time (looooong story). after eleven years, the station itself was closing down and being made over. though the loyal army of listeners probably isn't half as many as those rushers, we were a pretty decent lot, and we were... loyal. and i think i speak for everyone by saying no other station was ever like klite. like, no one else had that eclectic mix of rock and not-quite-pop spanning even as far back as the 70s (or 60s, if you count the doors). i still miss the feeling of hearing maroon 5 (before they got teenage-girls-popular) right next to hall and oates and sting. damn.

klite would have celebrated its thirteenth anniversary two (or three? i forget now) days after my birthday. i kinda regret now not taking the 10th anniversary tickets my friend offered me for my birthday three years ago (there were guilt-inducing circumstances) and if i had a chance i'd really love a similar music- and booze-filled night this year. except that i'm not very aware of any such similar circumstances at this time. anybody got any ideas? and tickets will be much appreciated ;)

oooh, btw, i actually attended a klite anniversary bash four years ago and i told the story here.