tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post5179216587246633687..comments2023-10-26T18:44:29.677+08:00Comments on rudeboy: I Don't Remember Yourudeboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-73353079004509093392010-09-01T17:58:08.892+08:002010-09-01T17:58:08.892+08:00@ SAM : You're welcome. I'm happy you like...@ SAM : You're welcome. I'm happy you liked it, too. While you can look up the synopsis of <i>The Happy Time</i> on the net, it <i>would</i> be quite something to actually see a live performance, indeed. The theme of bittersweet homecomings, love, and solitude are universal and strike a chord - especially with those of us who've left home to make a life of our own and yet still seek...something.<br /><br />@ paci : Which is why I don't like Sundays..rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-75107646209352342182010-09-01T13:36:14.015+08:002010-09-01T13:36:14.015+08:00Beautiful song! I wonder why local theater groups ...Beautiful song! I wonder why local theater groups don't stage it here. We've always remembered what we've always tried to forget. That's the painful and, at times, bittersweet part. ty for posting this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-34902804049172539322010-08-31T11:51:15.285+08:002010-08-31T11:51:15.285+08:00sunday emo day. awwwww.sunday emo day. awwwww.pacihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04253366092676136232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-55922247018063657452010-08-31T11:04:16.041+08:002010-08-31T11:04:16.041+08:00@ ewik : Coming from, going to, staying put. It...@ ewik : Coming from, going to, staying put. It's all the same when one is in a holding pattern.<br /><br />@ soltero : Remember...who?<br /><br />@ Ternie : I wish I could say I remember the feeling, but I don't remember which boy anymore. But naaaaaahhhh.rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-87045190484239035462010-08-31T02:24:34.813+08:002010-08-31T02:24:34.813+08:00i think i know where you are really coming from......i think i know where you are really coming from...wanderingcommuterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04870111584760550069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-41550091430111783972010-08-30T04:34:06.296+08:002010-08-30T04:34:06.296+08:00damn, now you made me remember him again..sigh :(damn, now you made me remember him again..sigh :(casadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13040718542678117661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-66661707030230579142010-08-29T19:43:33.833+08:002010-08-29T19:43:33.833+08:00i remember the boy, but i don't remember the f...i remember the boy, but i don't remember the feeling anymore.<br /><br />;)Eternal Wanderer...https://www.blogger.com/profile/07204977191292123379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-29290546147669483742010-08-29T19:04:08.406+08:002010-08-29T19:04:08.406+08:00@ Nyl : Awp! If it's a rainy Sunday, emo is in...@ Nyl : Awp! If it's a rainy Sunday, emo is in the air. Sorry 'bout that :P<br /><br />@ Silly_Sili_Kid : There's a lot of denial in the song, which I guess is appropriate because the protagonist, who has returned to his hometown after roaming the world, sings this when he finds himself having difficulty committing to his former sweetheart. Eventually they realize they have different ideas about love and the future and therefore decide to go each other's way again.rudeboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729829252617889028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-28002604644867498492010-08-29T18:28:03.950+08:002010-08-29T18:28:03.950+08:00Oh crap. Too late. :SOh crap. Too late. :Scitybuoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00750180276675423002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-88999068086159172402010-08-29T18:25:32.523+08:002010-08-29T18:25:32.523+08:00Blocking. Emo. Thoughts. Go. Away.
*phew*Blocking. Emo. Thoughts. Go. Away.<br /><br />*phew*citybuoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00750180276675423002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-16827515506011053662010-08-29T18:23:54.151+08:002010-08-29T18:23:54.151+08:00I am not sure about the real pattern of the story ...I am not sure about the real pattern of the story of this play. but when when I listened to this piece I felt a person trying to forget about the bitterness of the past and focus on the present.<br />"there must be no past in our today."Silly_Sili_Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12507831736356677880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4246551212497782764.post-73999033219995148772010-08-29T18:22:31.500+08:002010-08-29T18:22:31.500+08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Silly_Sili_Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12507831736356677880noreply@blogger.com