Total nostalgia moment

So MCR just posted a blog entry and bulletin in MySpace telling their fans about their upcoming MCR CD/DVD. (I seriously WANT it. It comes out July 1st). Last January, I was able to watch the live concert of My Chemical Romance in the Philippines. I could still clearly remember how I reacted to the whole news that MCR would be coming over to do a concert. I literally jumped off the bed, made a few phone calls and check how much money I had. It was Christmas time and I had no money, since I spent it buying gifts. Then my mom won’t let me borrow money from her since I still owe her the Fall Out Boy concert tickets. So I talked to my dad and he agreed that he’ll buy me front row tickets (mind you, I had cried four hours straight just to get my dad say yes). Then I was supposed to go there with my best friend Trish. Then weeks passed by and I still don’t have tickets. I’ve been checking online from time to time and found out that there are no more front row tickets available. Then my dad and I had a misunderstanding/fight (was it?) then he ended up not buying the tickets for me.

I got depressed because I waited for MCR for four long years.

And then things got even more fcked up. Trish couldn’t come so I had to make phone calls to see if there’s anyone I know watching. But then I was unlucky. So I had to watch them alone, and I still don’t have enough money for the concert. So my best friend Lala lent me some money then I got the tickets. Luckily, my friend Mez agreed that she’ll watch with me! So then all was settled.

On the day of the concert, I was so eager and excited to go. On the way there, I could feel every vein in my body pumping, my heart was palpitating, it feels like I’m going to puke, I feel so cold and warm at the same time, butterflies (I’m finally going to see Gee.<3), and all those mixed emotions.

But it was so sad because I only got Silver tickets since I didn’t get to save enough for the Gold tickets or the VIP. We were far from the stage and all those people in the Gold section were so passive. They were just standing there, with blank expressions on their faces. And the ones at the back were better than the ones in front. (Gee said so.) And I was the only one singing along to all the songs! Even the unreleased ones. I can’t believe people go to concerts of artists they don’t even listen to. (Or that’s how it seemed to me). They only sang along to the mainstream/popular songs of the band.

Anyway, I just remembered how I felt during the concert when I watched this video. Enjoy.

On a high

Heyloo. Just got back to the dorm from Araneta Coliseum. I watched the Click Five concert for free. :p Thanks, Trish!

Although we didn’t get to go to the backstage (since Trish forgot to get a pass), it was all good since I got the chance to meet them months ago. And not everyone gets a beso. :p

Tartan-ed.

Polyvore is love.

Viva La Rockstar

Played around Polyvore again. What’s been going on in my head was a Black and White party. Albeit I didn’t really use black and white. Still nice to look at. I wish I had the Anna Sui organza dress and the Christian Louboutin heels.

Vexation.

I seriously hate it! Well, not really since I told myself to just act like Lily and play it cool. Why does the world seems so unfair these days? Hmmm. But I bet they’ll stop being such inept and rude human beings as the days pass by. They’re really something to hate in that class.

But as I’ve said, there’s also one thing to love about the whole thing. It’s the UHG at the back row! But I’m guessing we’re not in the same course.

It’s just the beginning of the term and I’m already busy and I actually like it. This is way better than being a bum. Hmmm. I’m sleepy. But I don’t want to sleep.

Oh, hello, sickness.

*humming to “Stronger than me”*

Sick. I only have one class today and guess what. I didn’t attend it. I have dysmenorhea.

Fuck the dot. It hurts.

I just gulped down a mug of hot Swiss Miss. Yum

Wtf.

I hate my PHILOMA class.

But there’s also something to love.

The cute guy at the very last row.

=)

I’m sure most of the people know the movie and the book “The Devil Wears Prada”. I just hope our school agrees on letting us wear that kind of corporate attire. It’ll be more fun. But for us teens, we’ll have to stick with inexpensive stuff. A.k.a sans designer stuff. :p

No internet.

Okay, so far, I’m surviving my college-slash-dorm-life without internet. But hopefully the Smart bro technicians could fix whatever the bug is. And that’s tomorrow. Yay me.

So how was first day of school? ‘Pretty fucked up’ would best explain the whole scenario. The whole AKIC building was undergoing a few (actually, I mean a lot) renovations so the whole 7th and 8th floor are closed and they tried to make more than 3000 students fit in the 9th floor. And some classes are even held in the roofdeck. I laughed it off when I heard and turns out my class got transferred there. Haha. There you go, karma hits back pretty fast.

So my first night at the dorm was pretty fun except that was the night when my internet suddenly got cut off. Mary came over and we talked for the rest of the night. We didn’t actually sleep then in the morning I went straight to school without even getting sleep. Then the professor didn’t even show up and the whole 9th floor was chaotic and full of students getting confused because of new room assignments. How unfortunate.

Then later that day, Trish arrived at the dorm then that night we went to Jaipur to watch Mary’s performance. Got home at around 4 am, I think. Then the next day, we woke up at 1 pm and started getting ready for Lala’s debut which was super fun!

The food was excellent and thank God Lala’s mom is a chef and has a team of skilled and talented chefs! It was really fun. I wish it’s Lala’s 18th everyday. :p

I wish I have my internet back. I can’t wait for tomorrow to come.

And oh. These heels are killing me. I hate it. Period.

Heartfelt.

I arrived here at the dorm almost two hours ago. I was going through all the paper works last term. I found a seatwork I did for RECONSE. It’s like a Religion and Sexuality subject. Anyway, the professor asked us some questions about the song “I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me.”

1. What does the title mean?

The title means that the person don’t really know her identity, and who she is. She thought she might’ve known herself but all along, she had never been to a journey of her own life and own self. She’s been to many places, but she never took the time to reflect upon and get to know the person she really is.

2. What is the concrete conflict/struggle that the song wants to convey?

Paradise isn’t exactly and always something beautiful. It could be something painful and horrible. It’s not something we’ve always dreamed of. Paradise can just be the reality and the life that you’re already living.

3. What is the moral issues and realities expressed by the song?

That things could not always be perfect. In reality, there are many imperfections in life – unborn babies, quarreling couples, confusion, and having immoral practices like having sex with different people.

Hmmm. I never knew I was on the zone during class. Haha =]