I Wanted More of Paramore!

Last March 9, I went to the Paramore concert-- which I promised myself I would be situated front and center. Well, I wasnt in front, and I was not exactly in the center. But i still got a great view of Hayley and the band. Silver ticket is not that bad after all.

So, wait. Let's review.

but before that, I just want to say that Paramore ROCKS big time. and Hayley, you are such a firecracker and you were hair-ing it like no other.

Now that that is finally out on the open, let's move on.

I have been dying to see Paramore live since forever. Admittedly, I wasnt a big fan when they first broke out. Although i've listened to a couple of their songs, I initially found it tuneless and loud. However, what got me hooked was the song My Heart. I was listening to this song nonstop on our way to Tagaytay with my office friends (November 2005 or 2006-- not sure which one). A year after, I saw their Riot! concert in MTV and saw Hayley the Livewire and fell madly and deeply in love with the band. It was a great opportunity to finally see them and watch them here in the Philippines. Good thing they got here before I left for Aussie. God is good.

Not having a fellow Para-whore among my friends, I went with my brother to the concert. Holding the recently bought Silver Tickets-- specifically just a few hours before the concert (Lunch time at National Bookstore Market!Market! branch), I met Randy at MOA. This place, of course, is alien territory to me, given that I hail from the North. I just got out of the office and I only managed to bring jeans and my havaianas. Not wanting to look so 'corporate'/ ate-ish in a rock concert, I even attempted to try to fit in. Thus, before going to the concert grounds, I bought those I love Pinoy shirts. But no... havaianas pala is sooo old school. The kids (yes,kids) around me were wearing Chucks, which I do not have because I am not a sneakers/ rubber shoes person. If you do not know already, I have no concept of 'roughing it up' and sporty fashion is really not my style. So shirt+jeans+havaianas+C&K bag= out of place aka 'napadaan at napabili bigla ng concert ticket' look. Tsk tsk.

What can I say about the concert? Well, i don't know if it's because of my location but I was kinda disappointed that the Filipinos were a bit too reserved. I don't know if Paramore liked performing here but they had a hard time hyping the crowd (at least that's what I think). We couldnt even chant "PARAMORE" for more than minute. Nor can we sustain the applause/ shouts until the next song begins. So most of the time, there was dead air during the transition. Although the band was great beyond words, I just didn't get the feel of 'oneness' with the crowd during the concert, except during the last song (Brick by Boring Brick).

All i know is that we, Pinoys, should better shape up and make a really good impression if we want to get the good bands/artists to perform here. Don't be too pa-sosy, pa-reserve. Let us all learn to let loose and break free. Its not everyday that we get Paramore to perform for us.

Well, maybe next time.

If it Kills Me.

I would be lying if I said that I don't love you anymore. I can barely go to sleep without the help of alcohol or extreme exhaustion. I cry at those stupid love songs. I cringe when I hear happy music. Its a lie. It's all lies. You and I were never meant to be in the first place. But at least we tried. and that removes all 'what ifs' i might ask in a lifetime.

I will get over you. Not because I want to but because I have no other choice. Time will become my best friend. And no matter how deep these wounds are, I have no other recourse but to be okay.

I guess I found my muse again.

Finally, a Blog for YOU

You wanted to get hurt. You want to be haunted by monsters that you, yourself, created. You thought I still cling on to old memories. Well, I don't. Because what you don't realize is that old memories are replaced by new ones. Just like you and me.

You live by my words from before. You slash your heart with these words then blame the pain on me. You wanted to believe that with words of hate, there is love. To tell you straight, Words of hate are just that. HATE. Just like what I feel now.

You're scared of the memories he and I had. Now you don't have to because what you should be afraid of are my memories of you. You just bled me out of our great memories, of love and happy endings. All I have now are bottled tears and resentments. Of accusations, of hurtful words that reverberate even as I sleep.

You secretly wanted me to write about you. Well, here it is. You earned it.