Post #4

Phone Lights Are Working

I was not supposed to be on the floor for the concert last January but I ended up with an (unexpected) upgrade by the time I reached my gate. So thank you, and yet seriously, for someone who actually wanted to sit through rock concerts (I get tired easily), being on the floor was not much of a good thing. That being said, I had good seats at Foo Fighters concert in Singapore but I practically stood the whole time. I mean, who wouldn't, right?

Well, on the bright side, I was closer to the stage. Relatively. I mean, my original seat would've made me a tad higher from the stage (and my phone camera shots would have been different from the one I used here).

Also, there's a reason why I chose not to buy a ticket on the floor. You see, I hate the crush of people's bodies around me. Like seriously. Anyone who has been to the EDSA 2 thing would agree. Or anyone who takes the train in the morning. I hate the feeling of being crushed. I'm sure I'm not the only one.

If you're in a rock concert and your ticket is on the floor, practically next to the guard facing you, barring your entrance near the guitar gods on stage, prepare to get other people's sweat staining your pristine shirt. Kidding. Not quite. I mean, yeah, no pristine shirts at the end of a concert. So it's pretty obvious I'm an introvert. Besides, the upgrade made me closer to the stage but not quite. Of course if I wanted to I could've been much closer to the stage. I opted not to. More like I inched closer to the tech guys. I parked my standing butt near the tech guys. The barrier before the tech guys. I didn't come near the people. At least the tech guys (the barred area where people made sure the sound, lights, video, and probably everything else computer-related ran smoothly for the night) weren't screaming fans. They had seen it all. They were probably so used to the set but still have to watch and do their jobs. I would've asked for a folding seat but I don't speak Japanese so there. I placed my backpack beside the barrier and watched the act. Or more like waited for my favorite song.

As far as concerts go it was ok. I knew the setlist beforehand (yeah, internet is a source of concert playlists and not just fake news) so I practically waited for my favorite songs. Didn't care much for the other songs and I only liked one song from the new album, which they played. Small mercies. After the concert though, I was hungry as hell and couldn't find anything I wanted to eat en route home. Life.

Post #3

Trucking 101

This is one of my nephew's toys lying around the living room when we visited my aunt's house last month. He has lots and lots of toys and pretty much does not want anyone, and I mean anyone, touching them without his permission. Maybe it has something to do with toddler's grasp of ownership. He cannot speak a lot of words yet but if you so much as touch his toy, or get one from a pile, he'll go and take it back from you. I mean, if you're a bully you'll probably let him cry before you give back the toy, right? Or make him work for it ("Gimme, gimme, gimme.") Or you could just give it back to him, apologize for taking it without his permission, and go on with both your lives unscathed.

I don't like kids. Out loud, in public I'll even say I hate kids. They're little mean things. But unless they are really mean and evil, you can see me interact with them. My nephew comes to me with his toys, probably wanting to play. He has this set of bricks similar (but cheaper) to Lego. Big bricks. He only sees one way of building those bricks - upwards. Eh, build, right? So his creations, at two years old, are barely rolling (some of the bricks have wheels) tall eh, stuff. He gave some to me. I made a sturdier, not as tall, rolling thing. Because. I mean, if you're going to conquer the brick world at two you do need to learn that going up is not always stable. You need a bigger, sturdier foundation. But I ran out of bricks. I just hope he got the idea.

I miss playing with Lego. I had Lego when I was a kid. The picture is not a Lego, obviously. It's a truck with shapes. It has blocks where you can put the correct shapes in their proper places. And you can also pull it with a string when you're tired of putting those blocks in their proper places. Life as a kid is far simpler. I don't have Lego. I don't even have a truck I can pull with a string. My nephew is one fortunate kid.