Ska Festival

Right now I haven't really got anything sensible to write but it's a new blog and it's always exciting to write in new blogs, and blog posts aren't really required to be sensible anyway. Take this first sentence as a warning. Bah.

Last night we went to the Ska Festival. It was wild--not bad wild, just party wild, but still it was so hot, literally.There were so many people that it was impossible to get a good look at the band and stay dry at the same time. You'll keep bumping (and grinding) into sweaty arms (and other body parts) everywhere. And because I was with old people none of them were in the mood for some sweaty bumping and grinding in the middle of the crowd. Just kidding, they aren't that old, and sweat isn't really that at all appealing. Also, I am very, very sad to report that Cubao Expo has become so baduy, strict and feudal. I think it wasn't even 1AM when we left to go to J's place, and by then Cubao X has already closed its gates to the people outside waiting for their chance to get a whiff of that sweaty ska goodness. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

So we left the jungle and went to J's. C and J jammed. Because they can (and also because they're planning--no, they are forming a band.) While I, the uncreative and boring one (always the saling ket-ket), drank their beer and from time to time took pictures with C's camera or just sat there and babble, filling up dead airs. An hour or two later C's cousin arrived with her 3 friends. Hurrah, people to talk to! Another hour or two later I was already feeling dizzy and of course, yours truly didn't bother to eat dinner before drinking, so inevitably and embarrassingly, she eventually threw up in the bathroom. Not glamorous at all.

Went home in the morning and slept. Shout out to my mom. Ikaw na ang cool.

Another Blog of my Life

I feel sick to my stomach. Other days I would dismiss this as just guilt clawing on my stomach walls, but not right now. Right now I really feel physiologically sick -- dizzy and nauseated. And I felt like sharing this to the world, yes. Because I have nothing better to do as I am yet to get a life.

Anyway, this blog is a by-product of contradictions, confuzzlements, and petty teenage angsts arriving a few years too late. Thus, this:

The Story of How I Came to be: The Unofficial Autobiography

Or not. It's just another blog.