"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).