weak weekend

summer slam

my weekend actually started as early as wednesday when my dad offered me “special tickets” to the 2008 pulp summer slam. let me state that i had no plans of going to that event. so why am i uninclined to going to one of the biggest music evens of each year?

1. i think pulp has evolved into this advertisement monster magazine where most of their pages display ads instead of actual magazine content. they moved from covering great indie bands to pop sensations who can pay the space. it’s really sad, what happened to that magazine. to think i collected that when i was young.
2. my cousin’s band wasn’t playing despite them being a crowd favorite when they played there two years ago. talk about music politics.
3. i wasn’t gonna pay 200 bucks for standing up waiting for mediocre bands who i can barely hear, who’ll only play two songs, behind a net specially designed for;
4. the annoying predominantly emo boy/fag crowd which really annoys me. they have taken over the music scene and i feel really sad about it.

so when my dad offered me the free “special tickets”, i said yes right off the bat. hey, it’s for free. it’s different when you have to pay. it made me feel less obligated about going. because if i bought the tickets myself, i set an expectation for myself that i should watch the band, else i wasted money on nothing. especially when they are “special tickets”

when i got the tickets from my dad, i learned that the “special tickets” were just like every other ticket. 200 bucks, with little consolations like a 50-peso discount on a souvenir shirt and free beer. it just wasn’t worth the endangerment of my life. if maybe i had vip tickets like the ones me and my friends had in the second summer slam, i’d give it a go. my girlfriend was itching to take band photos with her new D40. however, because of the predictably unsettled crowd, we decided to not go because it was too dangerous.

cco team building

after months of waiting, my department finally had a summer outing. it was kind of late given the loss of two teammates who were unhappy enough to leave the company. what a bummer. while we were planning for a good getaway, they were planning for real getaways. a funny and bumming experience.

let me tell you again that i am not the kind of person who likes to be in beaches, outdoor activities or whatnot. however, i still went because it was free. free, is a very big word for me since i had to get everything that i own right now for my self. it’s kind of sad if you think about it. but i’m just nobody and nobody should feel bad about nobody.

the team building went great except i hurt majority of my body. hips, arms, feet, hands, anything you can probably see was aching. now. i’ve been hurt before. but not this way. i’m even surprised that i can move my fingers.

finally, some sleep

so after hours of clashing with the wind and waves, we went on a 4-hour drive back to the office. my back was already longing for my bed. my hair, crying for my pillows. and my eyes crying for the dark. my whole body is weak, beaten up like a karate underdog.