Boom Taratter
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and
So alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older
But were still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we won’t
Give up
The darn song has been stuck on my head for three days running. The lyrics are primitive, and so is the melody, but don’t the type stick? Like, boom tarat tarat, boom tarat tarat, tararat tararat boom boom boom? Between you and me, I know you sang that in your head. Huh.
The lyrics above are from The Starting Line’s Best of Me. While it’s a love song, what it means to me is anything but. It’s something which reminds me of high school, that far-away era of school buses and chalk dust motes. It reminds me particularly of my batch. I haven’t been appearing anywhere with them for the past month, since I missed the Christmas party and two birthday parties. I’ve been more or less loyal when it comes to attendance, but this cold-blooded snobbishness is downright wrong. Or so I feel at the moment.
It’s a love and hate relationship, for me. Maybe someday I’ll wake up and permanently dislike my batch mates, who knows, and even the idea of having batch mates who apparently can never let go of each other. But like the line in the song: maybe I’ll never grow out of this feeling (whatever the hell it even is) that I can’t give up (for some stupid reason or other). Who knows. Eleven years is a long time to cultivate a feeling you don’t even know what.
Boom tarat tarat, boom tarat tarat, tararat tararat boom boom boom.
Yeah I’m mean like that.
So alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older
But were still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we won’t
Give up
The darn song has been stuck on my head for three days running. The lyrics are primitive, and so is the melody, but don’t the type stick? Like, boom tarat tarat, boom tarat tarat, tararat tararat boom boom boom? Between you and me, I know you sang that in your head. Huh.
The lyrics above are from The Starting Line’s Best of Me. While it’s a love song, what it means to me is anything but. It’s something which reminds me of high school, that far-away era of school buses and chalk dust motes. It reminds me particularly of my batch. I haven’t been appearing anywhere with them for the past month, since I missed the Christmas party and two birthday parties. I’ve been more or less loyal when it comes to attendance, but this cold-blooded snobbishness is downright wrong. Or so I feel at the moment.
It’s a love and hate relationship, for me. Maybe someday I’ll wake up and permanently dislike my batch mates, who knows, and even the idea of having batch mates who apparently can never let go of each other. But like the line in the song: maybe I’ll never grow out of this feeling (whatever the hell it even is) that I can’t give up (for some stupid reason or other). Who knows. Eleven years is a long time to cultivate a feeling you don’t even know what.
Boom tarat tarat, boom tarat tarat, tararat tararat boom boom boom.
Yeah I’m mean like that.
posted by Ferretti shoes at
7:08 PM
4 Comments:
I've actually forgotten most of my batchmates right after graduation--not that I knew a lot of them in the first place.
By the way I hate that Boom Tarat Tarat song. It's the dumbest Christmas song ever written. Karma's gonna get that Willie Whatshisface.
And to think one of my best buds in college turned out to be gay four years after we graduated! That's so sad.
hey don't thrash that song, willie revillame is one of my favorite musicians! so stuff that! and i know how to dance that song too, so don't be mean to people like me. >:( or i'll ban you here!
nah kidding. i love you betch. :*
steel: is there any chance that a personal revelation may follow? because if it does, i swear we'd still be friends. XP
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