BRF 3

I don't know if it's just me, or what I'm currently feeling is psychological.

It's been almost a month since the third year of annual Bazooka Rocks Fest. So far, the only two-day made possible one, of course, by Pulp. Though, I don't know how to remember every detail on those two nights of my life, just pure happiness and I could say, the best gift I've ever given myself. Plus, booze stubs, one of the best sisigs and flying giveaways. 

Overjoy.

I regret myself from the past, perhaps present is my karma.

There's a sudden outburst of regrets circling around my head for a couple of days, months, years. College made me change a lot different from who I was before. I don't know if this is a good thing, but it always makes me buckle into deep thoughts every time I lie down on my bedroom bed or dorm. Sometimes, I carry it around whenever my nerves calm down for a bit and then it haunts me again. If I have to figure out...

Took me a while to type "Schweinsteiger"

My summer break has officially ended and so the World Cup. Great thanks to Germany for winning this year (2014) and for making the remaining weeks of my summer really worthwhile (still cannot accept Spain's defeat though). Move on.

I'm not really a big fan of football just like some of the folks here, it's been recent since I found myself watching a lot of matches - locally, Asian, European. I believe, 2010 was the peak of my huge football interest; Messi became my favorite player, football was introduced in school (though I'm familiar with it ever since & I like it better than basketball). Also, I started my friendly bets for Germany and Spain during the World Cup 2010. My sister mainly juiced me with infos and I have seldomly watched all the matches. You know, Asian fans problem - time difference. I'm not really familiar with players except Lionel Messi. I first recognized him with Barça and not in Argentina. He's such a fast-legged and so cool. Since then, I barely still watch football on TV not unless my lola or sister do. Yet, school activities made me twined to sports fest wherein I play frisbee and volleyball (which I suck). However, thanks to the internet and I've known Bayern.

We're like fireworks and symphonies

That was expectedly mild than the last show I attended at Skydome.

WE THE KINGS. If you're going to ask me of how I find this band, it's totally different from the usual bands that I listen to. They are more of a pop and totally popular to most teenage girls or women. I find their music softly hitting you with lyrics, it is mushy, upbeat, and a mild eargasm - not too heavy on instruments. A fact of saying that they are not my favorite band of all, but it is the music that I dig to. I am just a fan of this artsy stuff of vocals and instruments put in together, and WTK was one of those who caught me off guard with their slippery lyrics and melodies. 

"Peace, love, empathy"

I've been a fan of Nirvana ever since I've heard my mum listen to it on walkman and cd player, maybe casette too and other retro music devices.

I wasn't even born when Kurt died. I'm not familiar with the other members' names. I don't know all their albums and EPs. I just felt that there was this eager link between me and their music. 

I believe that calling myself a fan or supporter should be a "know-it-all" system. That's what I call stupidity and stereotyping. It's not a must to know everything, perhaps to know yourself. Liking and loving something or someone must never be societal basis. 

4 am thoughts...

I remember tweeting that I wanted to write something that reaches out. Yeah, I really do. I just don't know how to begin. It's maybe a cliché, but I suddenly felt it travels to my brain for so long now. Maybe I have already begun it, with certain people. Maybe, I already did through social media. Maybe this can be it. I don't know. 

A lot of arguments, contexts, ideas flows to my brain right now. I just want to type. I don't want to contain them to waste. 

It's 4.19 am right now. I always am nocturnal. My brain works well at this type of quiet and moment. I can hear a lot of things, natural or man-made. Sometimes, I hear eerie sounds that makes me treble to my sheet. 

I am coughing at 4.22 am. It sucks to be sick. I am attending a debut tomorrow, saturday. I need to save up energy. I want to sing and play the guitar, but I am scared. I felt not to, thought it wasn't the right time. I quitted. Yet, I wanted to sing something that I really know, and not something that people know. 

I really hate that my throat really hurts right now and then I'm coughing. Good thing my headache wasn't attacking me apparently. I hope not anymore. 

I want to continue reading Eleanor & Park. I'm almost halfway. I'm in so hooked with the story. A bizzare love story for most of you. It's cute.

The 1975 Experience

Maybe 2014 would be my collective year of concerts and gigs. It seems like my liberty as a music enthusiast has just begun. Well, eversince January 2014, I've never missed any of the shows that put my stoke on high. It was like drug that keeps me in trance.

Darn, I've been using too much stoke and trance in my sentences.

March 28th, Friday. 7 pm. Glorietta Activity Center. If I am gonna recall The 1975 in Manila, that would probably be the significant details I should remember and definitely, I can already reminisce through that. 

It's starting now...

At the Barricade with Mayday Parade

Before every memory fades, I'll contain everything that I can remember from the last night I had with Mayday Parade. The night when I really felt and experienced the effects of mosh to my bones, and almost cried whilst singing to their heartfelt lyrics. They were one of my favorites. The best set I've ever been to!

Yesterday, March 8th of 2014, Mayday basically wrapped up their Monsters in the Closet Tour. What's really unforgettable about this one, their last stop was in Manila (Philippines). Tom Falcone took a shot last night and posted it on his instagram and official Mayday accounts. I was on that group pic, though the members were blocking me. I was behind the barricade and still posed (though I know I won't be seen). 

Summer break

Sophomore year's ending soon, summer break is coming. I really wanna do something productive by summer. Maybe work on that summer bod? Get a summer job? Live healthy? No. Oh, yes. Partly.

I definitely have a 3-month summer break. There's no such excitement more than the fact that I can sleep for longer hours and stay nocturnal. No out of towns, no beaches. Same old shit. However, I sometimes enjoy watching tv and lying on bed for whole day and walking up and down from the stairs inside the house and using the AC. 

My life on summer is plain and boring. There's nothing interesting really. I just hope 2014 will be different. I really want to visit my Lolo Pacoy's province and my favorite one, too. It's in Visayas, surrounded by beaches and resorts and good people. I miss the old legends of our place in Buruanga. I miss my cousins. I miss the beaches and the cold spring of Hurom-Hurom. I've been longing for a lot. 

Anyway, March 28th will prolly be the start of the vacation. Hoping that I can meet 1975 personally and watch them live. 2014 has been a great year so far. Stoked for Mayday Parade! I'm seeig them this weekend, March 8th. 

P.S. Still in love with JCO'CV 

x

Wednesday, February 5th

If other people see February as love month, either I. Heaps, I love February. Though, it ain't about dating and receiving a lot of cheap roses sold outside the gates of school and Dangwa. Yet, I don't really expect someone giving me. I won't appreciate it anyway. Well, unless...depends. Haha, psh. 

Anyway, speaking of Feb, all I have in mind is The Walking Dead. It's coming back this week. I think it will be available on FOX by Feb. 10. Whoo, I'm excited. My fetish for zombies and bloody red gore is coming back. I'm not normal. 

Today was pretty amazing. I saw and hugged my gym trainer at school. I really missed him and missed going to the gym, too. It was a legit feeling of comfort, really motivated me for the rest of the day  and during training. It's been weeks since I received a legit hug. 

11:15 p.m. This feels so weird, my mum was calling me a while ago and kept messaging me. I wonder if she's thinking I'm asleep or not okay. I know she's worried, but I hope she knows I got cut. My postpaid plan got cut. I can't text nor have internet data for three days. I miss the internet so much and my mum as well. 

Yet, I think all my post-concert depression won't go away. It's been three weeks and three days since 8123. I still can't live a normal life. If my cousin's playlist last monday was Parokya ni Edgar and today is Maroon 5 (Sunday Morning playing...), mine is still the same line up during the concert. Still in the trance of that amazing night. I can even hear John speaking to me and that hug I received from it. It was glorious! Omg, nostalgia. 

I'm still waiting for a call, mum. 

Bruised

January 12, 2014. The date when I almost committed myself to John Cornelius. But, I was out of my mind to waste my seconds to a typical "how are you?" convo and not of marriage. Lol, that would make me a creeper even more. Here's the story goes...

Somebody told me

I never took the risk to be in a romantic relationship. I never allowed someone to go beyond friendship. I never went on a "date." Maybe I'm just scared to try to really fall into a commitment.

You wouldn't say that you're okay alone, because everyone had at least one instance that they wanted to be in romance. We all fall in love. We all have our own types and ideals - because we are humans. 

I've fell in love a couple of times. Idk if it's love, but I felt pain inside me. I have a lot of crushes and sometimes I believe in the three-month rule and sometimes not. I had a crush on someone for a short time, but it was a heartbreak. There is someone that I met months ago, and I still like him.