N&N’s

I’ve read it for the first time (yes, i’ve read it a couple of times already) months ago and I still couldn’t get over it.

Reading Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist wheeled me in on a whirlwind realization about myself. With it being a romantic fiction and all, it made me remember stuff about certain people from the past, but at the most part, it made me remember who i was without them. Hexes for exes, anyone? Kidding.

Flipping through the pages made me feel like browsing over a diary, if i had one, that is. 

I can totally relate to Norah’s choice of people to hang with. I am drawn towards people who i can freely ask random questions in my head to without them looking at me like I’m some cancer child. I’d like it even more if there was this awesome exchange of raw, pure, honest, and most of all, random thoughts between us (wordgasm what up). For the most part it shows that there’s this high level of comfort between us that we just don’t care if we sound stupid or annoying or cocky in front of each other. It would be the coolest thing, too, if he could easily shift from stupid to complex and profound without even trying too hard. I mean you can tell if he’s just faking it, come on. If his eyes light up with interest whenever he gets to be in any form of conversation with you, that’d be a good catch right there.

I am also into musicians, especially those who write their own shit. I am very, very much attracted to music geeks (I am one myself). Basically if you have a bizarre knowledge of the awesomest songs in the universe, you’re in for a second interview for the pain in the ass job of being my THE ONE. A cute face, awesome personality, and a reasonable sized… foot, too, wouldn’t hurt. And yeah, i think those who come up with playlists for their girlfriends are adorable, more props for those who could write a “You dont know but i’m noticing”-ish (LOOK IT UP) song for her. So if you happen to be that boy and you also happen to have a band, I would be equipment bitch for you every night, no complaints. 

I can get really emotional when i hear songs that gives me a whiff of nostalgia. Sometimes even kleenex emotional. Aaaand i could totally lose my favorite song if it was played or talked about on a wrong scenario (ie on a moment with an evil past person). Music is such a big deal for me so people who’d want to ruin it could go do themselves until they find something else to spend their time on. Like knitting, or something.

Right now, i am very much like Norah pre-Nick. The past is still fucking with my head, and if “what if’s” were currency I’d definitely be one of the richest schmucks around. Like pre-Nick Norah, I also have no one to compare you-know-whats to, because I’ve only had one guy in my entire life. Or at least i thought i had this one guy, but that’s a completely different story. Point is, there was only this one shithead who seemed like the cutest and most kick-ass shithead in the planet eons of years ago, so i guess i have never really learned everything i have to and that i have a lot more to learn in departments waay more than one (if you know what i mean). I’m not googling “Techniques” any time soon so if, by some divine intervention or some level of inebriety, a boy wants a piece of me then he better tighten up his game and show me his teaching skills. Once in a while, at least. I like exploring on my own too, you know. 

And yeah, i hope that just like her, i get over it soon.

I am the “siren of mixed signals”, this amazingly (or annoyingly, whatever) complicated little thing that makes impulsive, and most of the time stupid, choices about things that really matter. Like whether to drink milk or milo at night, or what route to go into to avoid traffic, or the age-old question of whether to wear this white shirt or that other white one. Yeah, important shiz like that. Most of the time I have no idea what i’m getting into so i end up confused and fucked up going out of it, so no one should expect me to be this all-knowing chick. I may talk a great game but please don’t expect too much from me. In fact, you should never expect anything from anyone. Co-dependency is overrated and fucked up. 

Like Norah, I also think “Something” is the best Beatles song ever. “And John and Paul didnt write it. George did. George was the shit.” I Lol’d at that part because I totally agree with that statement but just couldn’t really say it out loud to friends because most of them just worship John and Paul and The Beatles as a whole. Looking back, I realize I was just influenced into liking the Beatles. For me kasi the song gains more value if I stumbled upon it by myself. Yun tipong you discover it on your own- maybe because you liked the title, or you just got it because it’s from the same band you were downloading from, or from listening to a CD that you just got- but you end up really really loving it. Word of mouth is an age-old 99.9% effective tool of promotion and eventually you end up listening and liking that song because the one with the word loved it so much. Don’t get me wrong, i love it when people give me new songs to listen to. Pero the song becomes a genuine favorite if you discovered and liked it on your own, without someone influencing you into it. Since The Beatles is only, like, the biggest band in the universe, I always get talked into downloading their songs. “Something”, however, is a favorite since way waay back, even my iTunes could attest to that. Not one of my friends told me to get it (bad taste i know), I was just intrigued with the title and the rest is history. I could go on and on about that song but it all boils down to it being probably one of the greatest love songs ever made. On the other hand, Dev’s description of “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” did make a lot of sense. It gave me goosebumps all over, made me appreciate the song even more. Galing.

I was even somebody’s five minute girlfriend. Well, not really (girlfriend), but it sure as hell feels like it (five minutes). So yeah, I feel like i can totally relate to Norah, of course without the rich music executive dad and, yeah, a great stack of boobs. 

Wait, doesn’t that make me Nick?