Most people loved the time they spent in high school. I wish I could say the same but I couldn’t. High school to me equates to years of insecurities, unrequited love, bullies, and deprivation. To say that I hated it would be an understatement. High school was pure torture; it broke my heart and my spirit. Even so I managed to find some good friends; Roslyn, Reylyn, Lizbert, Mary Ann, and Maribel. These were the girls who made my last year at Ramon Magsaysay High School tolerable.
It has been 12 years since the last time we’ve all been together. I thought that it was high time for a reunion. So I set the date on October 17, 2010 at SM Mall of Asia. Everybody signified their intention to attend but I was only able to meet three of them. It was such a shame that two of them didn’t even have the decency to cancel. Yeah, so high school. I’ve had it with their reasons; I wouldn’t let their disrespect ruin my day.
It’s not easy to watch a rock concert. It involves things that no delicate soul could ever tolerate. The music itself is not exactly ear drum friendly and it’s a lot worse when you hear it live. But that’s the least of your concern, what you should be ready for really is the crowd. Rock concert goers are usually characterized by the all-black outfit that they don, the dark make-up that they wear, the menacing inks on their bodies, the scary piercings, and the angsty attitude. Most of them hardly care about fashion and look like they could use a bath. They curse, they jump, they scream, they spit, they thrash things, and act like they’re possessed especially when they hear their favorite song. Even so I won’t pass up a chance to go to a rock concert. Because rock, no matter how complex and regardless of its association with drugs, sex, death, and violence happens to be my type of music. (more…)