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~ Hands down - Dashboard Confessional

Hands Down

2012 has just begun and I already have one of my favorite moments with two of my close friends.

Sometime in the evening, Josh, Gil and I were in Josh’s car, driving to meet JannMike at the cinema. Somehow, the conversation got to “what kind of awful shit did you listen to in high school?” So we browsed through Josh’s ipod and BLASTED some Linkin Park (6th grade), singing every line that we could still remember. Pretty soon, I asked the inevitable. “You got any Dashboard Confessional?” 

Commence earsplitting, gut-wrenching, off-key singing; I belted this song shamelessly at the top of my lungs (only now do I feel embarrassed about it). And I didn’t give a fuck because I was just hanging out with the boys. I didn’t give a fuck because they were singing this too. Call it cliche, but I felt like it was part of us bonding — letting ourselves be vulnerable by singing this song without giving a fuck. It was fantastic! This was a much-needed weekend where I got to reconnect with old friends whom I have managed to neglect for the past two years or so. It’s always great when you get to learn more about each other; it’s even better when it involves listening and singing along to embarrassing music.

This song always will remind me of my first year in high school — a confusing and god-awful year filled with impossible desires and resentment towards those who quite possibly didn’t deserve any of it. This song will also remind me of how my dad would ALWAYS drop me off at MCC (my high school) at fucking 7:15 am when school didn’t start until 8:30 or something. Not that he had a choice, but I remember being so angry (selfishly, I realize today) at him about that. [See beginning sentence about being emo towards people who didn’t deserve such ungrateful attitude.]

Anyway.

Back to 2012. Now, this song holds another mundane yet precious memory. Now, it’s a remnant of a drunken weekend with the boys that started with a rather memorable BART ride to San Leandro. It continued to include 7/11 shenanigans, JannMike breaking my green dress (it’s really OK, Jann!) and clubbing in San Jose. Somewhere down the line, we got incredibly inebriated (or at least I did), drove all around the Bay the morning after (with Gil and I still in last night’s clubbing attire), ate ramen and then Jollibee, loitered at CVS, Payless and the cinemas, and returned back to Berkeley where I proceeded to learn the intricacies of Rage Cage. Not bad for my first weekend back in the Bay Area. 

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