I went to the NU Rock Awards for the first time last Friday. I was excited because after all these years of wanting to go, I was finally there. I almost went last year, but there was supposed to be a typhoon. It rained last Friday, too, but I had alcohol and tissue with me--don't ask why--so I was fine. I waited for my tita--supplier of tickets--at the World Trade Center. Then I waited some more for Faw and Groo--the one who actually reminded me that the Awards were coming up when she asked for free tickete. And then waited some more for Ajeet, one of my few male rocker friends and NU DJ wannabe. And then waited a bit more for Mark, who came all the way from the other end of Buendia (wow layo, hehe).
With the cast complete and the free tickets all gone (apologies to other friends, I am at the mercy of my tita. And you didn't ask.), we were all set to rock it out (jeez that was a corny line).
And did we? Hmm, let's see. It started ot alright. Bamboo performed with a bunch of soldiers. Cueshe was booed. There were more than a few dirty fingers in the air when Hale was nominated for an award. All the guys, including my boyfriend, probably had neck injuries trying to catch a glimpse of each sexy girl that walked up the stage. Phoemela Baranda looks sorta attractive naman pala in person. I ran into Shiva and other Scholasticans, which was cool. Luna has red hair now. I kept getting stepped on, and my jacket at one point got kicked around the floor. It was better off than Ajeet's handkerchief, which got all muddy (or was that some other icky substance?)
It was an educational night, for lack of a better term. I can't say it was a blast. Ajeet was the only one shouting woohoo to Orange and Lemons. Okay, okay, so O&L is mainstream and Hale is a "papogi" band. But what were the people there? Are they "pure" rockers? What is that, anyway? Most of the crowd was skater boy-type, to say the least. Just because you like Greyhoundz doesn't make you better than other people. Haha bitter. Nah, di naman masyado. To each his own, right?
There was a guy who emerged out of nowhere (probably just finished guzzling beer at the Red Horse kiosk) and asked me if I was just passing by (the spot where I had been obviously standing still). I said no. And then he said "ako kasi diyan e", and waited for me to take a step back. Why, does the six-square-inch floor space have your name on it in bright red paint?! This is a rock concert, not a movie theater. We don't get Sureseats. If you're gonna get snotty and high school-ish about it, why not ask your friends why they didn't "save" your spot? Push your way to the front for all I care, but don't be self-righteous. I muttered some retort, but stopped myelf before I got entangled in a brawl and shipped out by Security.
Anyway, that was that. We went home tired and slightly more philosophical. Rock does that sometimes.
The next day I watched the Exorcism of Emily Rose. That scene with her lying on the floor like she had just been given the Cruciatius Curse (tama ba spelling?)...scary pare. Buti na lang I went to Mass that afternoon haha.
And yesterday was spent in front of the TV while everyone else was, well, not home. Like they were exacting revenge on me.
Today...today I go back to the reality of my thesis. And thinking about the upcoming SURP Christmas Potluck Shebang (that's what I'll call it from now on).
By the way, I'm typing his entry on my brand new Toshiba Satellite laptop, which I got yesterday evening. What did I say? Ultracool gift to compensate. Nyahahahaha. Thank you, parents!
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