Old-school.

Took some of the grad money Mama (I love you Momsie!) sent me to buy CDs at Tower Records. It struck me how old-school a thing it was to do. CDs kinda died in th advent of iPods (Ninang Beautiful, I can't thank you enough) and MP3s, with the birth (and death) of Napster and Kazaa. Nevertheless, it had a nice feeling to it, buying CDs. Kinda like discovering your mom's prized collection of 45s and that your grandpa went and had a little whiff of Woodstock (and whatever else was there to take a whiff of).

I went ahead and bought 4. The first was the OST to 50 First Dates, which I saw early this morning at HBO (and a movie I so, so love). Listening to it, I wondered how it would be to have a life like that, constantly repeating itself to you while everyone else's lives whizzed by in a flurry of time and work and everything else in between. Would I hate it, knowing that I can never hold on to my own memories? Or would I like discovering things for the first time, feeling emotions for the first time (or so it seems)? Like having a first kiss every single day of your life. I'm undecided.

Second CD I got was Eraserhead's Anthology, which brought me back to not so long ago--my high school years. I was sweet-faced and naive, discovering for the first time how plucking one's eyebrows enhanced one's features (and got one in trouble with the Prefect of Discipline), or how I had this appreciation for slightly older boys who wore black socks with their shiny black school shoes. It was an experience straight out from the Eraserhead's Minsan--memories of how it was back then.

Third CD was the Beachboys' Platinum. Heck, it's summer! Life should be worry free (Don't Worry Baby), and spent Getting Around. Classic, like the perfect Bloody Mary to soothe my beach hangover.

Last but not least was Legends:Classic Disco. Jeesh, I'm such as sucker for Disco. :p