Embarrassing moments...Spilling the beans

In training once, we were asked what our most embarrassing moments were. I would never forget the answer of one of our classmates. She said it was when her jock of a basketball player crush approached her and she farted real loud in front of him. Hahaha…I would never want to be in her shoes even if you pay me. Hehehe

Mine isn’t quite as degrading as that but I have noticed that it almost always has to do with Brownman Revival. Yep, the reggae band.

I had wanted to write about this before but I just didn’t feel like doing so. I was never in a hurry because I know it was something I wouldn’t soon forget. So here goes…

Last summer, we went to Siquijor. The group had a gig in Dumaguete at the time but we didn’t watch coz I’m not really a huge fan of the band. My heart belongs to Enchi. So well, there I was with my family and Angeli on board the fast craft. It was almost time for the boat to leave and we just sat at the front since our seats were already taken (as if it was a movie house. The idiots). While we were sitting there we didn’t notice that there was a guy standing in front of us and looking at his ticket. Then he said, “Excuse me, eto po yung seat namen.” I took a second look at him and realized it was Dino, the vocalist, less the shades. Haha I remember a few years back, Bem2x would always want to introduce me to Dino but I would always decline because I might make a fool out of myself. But well, no introductions were necessary because I definitely did a pretty good job of embarrassing myself a few years later, on that day.

We apologized, immediately got up and told the steward that our seats were taken as well and he arranged for it. By then the boat was starting to leave and my brother’s girlfriend, Petite, was not there yet! My mother, being the panicky-assertive/aggressive woman that she is, went to the steward and told them not to leave yet while trying to contact my brother who was waiting for Petite at the pier. But they put their foot down and told my mom they couldn’t do anything about it because the coastguard needed them to leave. It was one of those rare moments of Filipino punctuality that was uncalled for. By then my mom was already in tears and shouting my name ON THE BOAT, FOR EVERY ONE TO HEAR, including the Brownman Revival. Ghad! Just thinking about it now makes me cringe.

Fast forward.

My brother and his girlfriend just took the next trip. My mother was already almost over her earlier bout of hysteria, and I was really itching to get their autograph. Not that I didn’t have the opportunity before but because I was really proud of my LONELY PLANET PHILIPPINES book and Januarie, the percussionist, looked a bit lost trying to figure out the Siquijor map and directions that were given to them by Sanda perhaps. So I decided to show a bit of goodwill (and brag about my P1300 book!) and help the band out by seemingly asking them to autograph my book and putting a bookmark on Siquijor at the same time, hoping they’d get to check it out and the book be of help to them. Angeli didn’t want me to get their autograph but sorry, babe, it wouldn’t have stopped me. When will we ever travel together with a popular band again? What are the odds? And I thought I was doing them a favor too because my book wasn’t returned till the end of the trip, fully autographed, and used. =)

Picture? Nah, I wouldn’t go that far. Sorry, Ching! It was already embarrassing enough without having proof for it. I think we all had a great time while we were in Siquijor.

Why did I remember that day? Because last night I made a fool of myself again! Although, it was only with Jao, the cute and friendly visayan bassist. Here goes…

We watched Enchi perform again last night in Xaimaca. It was fantastic. I love Enchi and whenever I hear them play all my worries seem to dissipate. Their music takes me to a whole different dimension where only peace, happiness, and good times prevail. And their good friends too. Not full of themselves, so down to earth. I just love them.

So anyways, after their performance we went out back to our table. A little while later Jao passed by and I stood up to greet him. I shook his hand and we chatted for a bit and I ended up saying something really lame and stupid like, “Oi, musta? Blah…blah…blah…Mutukar mo ron?” (Tagalog translation: “Tutugtog ba kayo mamaya?”) waduhpak??? Brownman Revival? Hello? Friday nights? Regulars??? But I was able to redeem myself a bit by saying immediately afterwards: “Lagmit noh? Tukar jud mo! Hehehe” (Malamang noh? Tutugtog talaga kayo) We just laughed it off and he went to set up his stuff and I went back to having a good time.

Right now I’m really homesick. Bem2x, Weed, Part, Dodong, Raul, and even the Beavers made me miss home so much. Made me think about what I’m doing here when home, though such a small city, holds a lot of people close to my heart. Home is overflowing with good memories.

Xaimaca will never be Hayahay. Brownman (no offense you guys are a great band) will never be Enchi. Manila will never be Dumaguete. But life will always be what you make of it. Cherish you memories, savor the moments, because in the end everything can be forgotten but the regrets, if any, will remain.

I am making different memories now. I am savoring brand new moments. I am living a whole new lifestyle. I have made a new chapter of my life but my past will always be a part of me. That is what drives me, that is what makes me me. Because no matter what happens, home will always be home and it will always be there to catch me when I fall…or embarrass myself again. *wink*