Dan Smith running circles... (Bastille in Manila)

January 5, 2015.

A very happy new year, indeed! I attended my first concert for 2015. 

First of all, I'm certain that this concert-craze life of mine would be an annual tradition. I've been to a lot of concerts throughout last year and hopefully this year too. It's like being a habitual outgo. It's really my source of fun. 

Most people started their semesters last 5th, my uni did, however my class schedule started last wednesday and so I attended Bastille's Manila gig and also did a lot of fun after the concert itself. 

If you're a lazy-ass (like me) you might find walking from World Trade Center to Taft-Buendia really tiring and risky and instead take the cab. Well, I was literally thinking that the same, especially during post-concerts. I'm such a concert whore and I literally dance and groove to the music like Taylor Swift. Jumping, stomping, head-banging, etc. and lose all my energy after the fun. 

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. 

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. 

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). 

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.