miss psycho... signing in again

People would actually raise their eyebrows over someone taking pleasure from a molding burden on your back. It would gnaw every corner of your happiness and let suffering seep through... But the best and greatest gift it would provide is something that you would exchange for your life, your frigging soul and your over-protected heart.

Do you know the answer already? I know you do.

Well, back to the neverending topic that is love.

Fools are those who would say they could live without the presence of love, which intoxicates us into nothingness that even the logical things would be a tad blur in our mind. People crave for it, die for it, crawl to their graves for it. There are hypocrites, fools who tell themselves they don't need a fickle thing in their life. But they do, oh they FUCKING do.

Yes, I might be one of those fools, and I admit I am ONE of them.

Anyone Platonic enough to woo me? Drop by and I'll kick your shin.

There is one and only problem: who is Platonic enough, really?

Ah, Platonic love is too ideal... And exactly what I WANT. And I fucking tell myself:

People are picky enough to ignore that the answer to their ideal world is simple: discard the ideals. However, who would discard the ideals of one person? Who would convince a rapist to not rape, so to speak? HAHAHHA, and who likes me, ANYWAY?

Arggghhhh it's easy to laugh and cry. This is all so stupid. I sound like some philosopher who's trying to say things for the heck of it, and for the "betterment of their society". I'm writing for the heck of it, but unfortunately not for the better me.

And it all boils down to one thing, one point that I try to imply to you all.




ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH I hate you ALL!!!!!!!!!


...told you miss psycho is here again.

Ja. Miss Psycho'll be back soon.

blabberties

this weekend was not too dull, unfortunately for you pessimists. like this saturday when I just woke up and realized I was alone in the house and all the people have disappeared like mom's slippers...

I was feeling quite crazy at that time, and still cranky since I woke up at 7 AM (SEVEN FREAKING A.M.M.M.M.). I NEEDED sleep, darnit. So what I did? Took frigging photos. Right.





well toilets are fun, so why not? I dunno if I'm gonna post one in DeviantART, but maybe not. they're all CRAAAAP.

And this sunday, I bought some chuck-taylors-like shoes in RRJ. Am wearing it now, and I look like Mr. Ronald McDonald. Go figure.



And yep, this SUnday is my cousin's birthday. WHEEEE!!! FOODIES! Here's a photo. heheh



that's all folks.

the endless therapeutic journey

do you know that when you're bored, it's hurting your brain cells?

Hehehehe.

That's just a stupid statement from my crappy mind. Aha...hahah.

Well one time there's a reporting in our speech communication class.... and I was bored. my brain cells are deteriorating from disuse. So I decided to draw them... one by one.

CLICK TO ENLARGE

strike one.
kakashi first without the mask. that was the beginning of boredom. heheheh second photo is my classmate. *giggles* my seatmates LOVED it, they said it looked exactly like that guy.


strike two. This one, I think her name's Glamour. I like this girl, she seems really clever with the way she structured her report.


strike three. This one, I think is Marie. Heheh she resembles my drawing a lot.


strike four. that guy which my friend shriek for. and the girl who looks like... Kitchi (spelling?>!?!?!) Nadal! KITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!!!!


yeah that's all. blah blah.
oh wait. here's another. when I was waiting for my turn to deliver my speech, I drew my three most favorite character in Naruto. hehehe

complaints

the heat is OVERPOWERING that I find myself just focusing on the annoyance towards the heat instead of doing school work. That happened for two nights already, and if that happens again tonight, I'm toast meat. I'm going to deliver my speech tomorrow, oh I should be exxxxciiiiiited. I haven't written a word for my speech, mind you. (if you thought I was sincere back there, you're losing your touch on reality) My topic is so exciting as well, and should make housewives bite my neck. Well, actually my mom already got pissed with me while I related to her the details of my speech. It's.... *frigging drumroll* the therapeutic benefits gained from playing video games. I told my mom that it actually cures epilepsy, and then in a split second the west and the east met in her wrinkly forehead and she ... worked her mouth. Not really news, eh?

Anyway, back to the summer heat thing. It's so GODDAMN hot at night that when I enter my room, it's like entering a steam bath. I just couldn't bear it. Good news to my friends... I finally wore their pink spaghetti strap top present to me last laaast year in my bday. It's THAT HOT!!! If I could just strut around the house wearing my underwears, I could, really! But that would just be silly. They'll excommunicate me. If that isn't worse, I'm taking a shower twice a day already. If I can't bear the heat at night, a shower would do well. But it won't do well to my overworked body. I know. I'll die early. Awwww.. Wait, that's good isn't it?

IF that isn't WORSE.... I've got coughs too. Oh, add colds. Good luck to the next guy who'll use this cubicle in the net cafe... I spread the bacteria all round here by coughing non-stop. My voice's hoarse, we've got a small group discussion later, a speech tomorrow.... I wonder how I could work my throat well that time. Pray for me.

And to add to all my misfortunes... my hanky is so wet already, I've got my period, and I'm screaming at all people who piss me off. My tonsils HURT, man. It hurts.

So the heat, my sickness cause me to be sleepy EVERYDAY. Right after this, I'm going to buy iced coffee and if that doesn't WORK?!?!?!?

...I'll sleep.

weirdos...

I've the greatest routine in my whole life I could huggle God and be his disciple.

I hope you noticed the sarcasm.

first I wake up early, shower, listen to the radio, eat cereal (for some reason koko krunch's the only cereal at home), scooter to campus, feel sleepy, work as an S.A., go to speech communication class with a friend, eat lunch (this, though, is not so routine... I get to choose whether I eat with my mom or spend money outside with my friends), use the net at 1 pm, download naruto manga, go out at 3 pm, work for a while and then go home.

At home, the routine continues.

I read naruto manga with my sister.
5:30 pm - watch Naruto and Wild Striker (those two channels are pissing me off... showing two of my most favorite anime in the same time)
6:00 pm - read naruto manga, cook rice.
6:30 pm - watch Wild Striker in Animax. In the middle of the show, my parents arrive at home, so i had to open the gate.
7:00 pm - watch TV
7:30/8:00 pm - eat dinner
8:00 to 9:30 pm - read naruto manga
10:30 pm - in this exact time, I write on my journal.
11:00 pm - Turn the radio on. And then sleep.

this happened for four straight days.

I wonder if tomorrow's the same.

sigh.

someone!!!! HELP ME CHANGE THE ROUTINE!

monkey business

monkey here and there. monkey everywhere.


marilyn manson's MY MONKEY

i had a little monkey
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
at least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
i had a little monkey
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
we are out own wicked gods
with littel "g's" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance

Coal Chamber/Peter Gabriel's SHOCK THE MONKEY

Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey to life

Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out’ the trees
Now I’m on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know when you’re going to shock the monkey

Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can’t take any more
Darling, don’t you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey

Wheels keep turning
Something’s burning
Don’t like it but I guess I’m learning

Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey

Too much at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking

Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life

Foo Fighter's MONKEY WRENCH

What have we done with innocence
It disappeared with time, it never made much sense
Adolescent resident
Wasting another night on planning my revenge

One in ten

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

All this time to make amends
What do you do when all your enemies are friends
Now and then I’ll try to bend
Under pressure wind up snapping in the end

One in ten

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

One last thing before I quit
I never wanted any more than I could fit
Into my head I still remember every single word
You said and all the shit that somehow came along with it
Still there’s one thing that comforts me since I was
Always caged and now I’m free

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don’t want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don’t want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don’t want to be your monkey wrench

Counting Crows' MONKEY

All dressed up
No place to go
Hey monkey, when you gonna show your face around me?
I know all the wrongs and rights
And I just want a little light to fall on me

Hey monkey, where you been?
This lonely spiral I've been in
Hey monkey, when can we begin?
Hey monkey, where you been?

We'll I'm all messed up
That's nothing new
Hey monkey, when you open up your blue eyes,
I don't know if I'm wide awake or dreaming
But all I ever need is everything

Beastie Boys' BRASS MONKEY

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

random thought

I've watched Manny Pacquiao and Erik Morales (as everyone did in the Philippines) this Sunday and I could conclude some things:

1.) My mom screams like a banshee when someone is being aggravated.
2.) My dad could make a good commentator.
3.) I could eat a whole pack of Lays (spelling?? SPELLING?!?) while waiting with those goddamn 5-minute commercials.
4.) Mexicans, specifically Erik Morales are arrogant. Trust me.
5.) Manny Pacquiao sucks in speaking english. Efren Reyes does better.
6.) It's sad to see Pacquiao not being able to do his extreme best.
7.) I became sad in watching Pacquiao being beaten by TWO FRIGGING POINTS.
8.) Friends from the U.S. are cruel to give some spoilers on the result on the match. ()#$)$%^*)$!!!

The match was awesome, with twelve whole rounds of boxing. I'm not really into boxing, since it makes me cringe all the time, but with a Filipino on screen with everyone watching? Well I ought to watch too for me to delve in the mainstream. I must admit it's sad to watch him lose... Even with his reasons, he still lost. Hay.... Oh my, my... Too bad. Oh man. WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

stealing is.... hmmm?

they say stealing mp3s is damaging artists' lives and their rights. for me, it causes much headache? why?

here comes the history of rosey stealing stuffs.

countless weeks ago...

Rosey has an mp3 player/pendrive/stealing tool. AH, THIS IS MY CHANCE! Rosey puts the device in the USB port, and crazily copies mp3s from the internet cafe. oh no. The owner passes by, giving Rosey's computer screen a venomous glance. voila. two days more, and they cramped electric tape onto the USB ports. Aha, first sign of no-stealing-rosey's-here.

Rosey sulks.

some days ago...

Rosey is desperate to find Tokyo Jihen's Sounan. Oh sulk, she has no ways of knowing where the J-rock are located, being unknowledgeable in the subject matter. Rosey goes to Google, and instead finds Napster (free for thirty days-oh-this-is-good!). Rosey downloads Napster, asked permission with the net cafe owner to save in the pendrive/mp3 player/stealing tool. The owner says yes. Rosey rejoices. She saves the file into the pendrive, the base of her spine digging into the chair beneath her... 99%... 100% YEHEY!

March 11, 2005...

Rosey sits in the chair of the net cafe, her eyes red in staring, and her head spinning in anticipation. OH THIS IS MY CHANCE! Three hours of waiting... Soulseek downloaded (thanks to mister niland), downloaded Rammstein, Siouxsie and the Banshees, A Perfect Circle, Marilyn Manson.... She is drooling. Three hours of painstaing downloads... 47% of My Monkey... OH AT LAST! Her eyes strained in the screen painfully... 53% more and she'll get out of this insanity... oh yeah... OH YEAH!


So sorry for those artists mentioned for me stealing their precious compositions. Whoever invented Napster is a God. Sorry Metallica, can't help it. Lars Ulrich better shut his mouth, 450 bucks of a single CD is not so really ever fun. Anyway he's shut up already, no need to say shhhhhh.

Oh 56% of My Monkey! Rosey is excited. She already can hear the intoxicating voice of Marilyn Manson the antichrist - quote and quote and quote and quote. Sigh. 17 minutes more; 17 more and a total of three hours of insanity, which means 75 bucks of my 100 bucks allowance. Ouch, Rosey's wallet says.

Whoever invented computers and free mp3 should be punished.

But yet again, I'll give them the whip.

Sigh.

My monkey...


Rosey the psycho signing out.

maycie's birthday

took me a long time to post this, heheh. february 25, yummy foodies, yummy beerus, funny people. :D here are three photos.

FebRev concert

This is perhaps the most satisfying concert I've ever been into. Why, you ask?

1.) We were in the front row of the crowd. Meaning we TOUCH the stage, we see things clearly without the heads to annoy us. That really made me happy, also with the fact that there are SO many people (the venue was PACKED!).

2.) Urbandub is in the concert. They're the greatest band in here, but sadly, only few people in campus know it. stupid people...

3.)My camera is with me. 'Nuff said.

The first band, Mojofly didn't give much of an energy, but they're an awesome band. Urbandub made me hoarse from screaming and singing. They sang as if they're going to record it in an album. So professional... And they didn't even stand idle for minutes in the stage, they just went there and did their thing. Sad thing is that I didn't capture them jumping from the heavy music they're playing. Whoooooa, they're so awesome. Third and last band is Parokya ni Edgar. I'm not a fan of theirs, since I'm not into low humor and unserious lyrics... I'm more into those bands who take music seriously and pour their emotions into words and music. Oh well. But they made me jump too, so all's fine. Well, all's great except when people started throwing bottles of C2 onto the stage when Parokya ni Edgar was onstage. The water almost went to the lens of my camera, thank goodness it didn't.

Oh well, enough of rants, here're the images. In thumbnails, so just click on them to see it fully.

Front Acts



Mojofly
<--- for the delight of those fangirls...


Urbandub

droooool...


for some reason, I think if I ever get chubby, I think I'd look like this bassist...


Parokya ni Edgar

the bassist looks like a dancer in a gay bar. hehehe

my pledge! OHOHO!!

ohohoho! finally the evil night of hell has gone!!! But there's much to come; I haven't worked on my news feature and now I'm anxious just thinking on how to interview sociologists about the divorce bill the senators are deliberating of. I shall not think of it for now, since there's still monday morning and night to CRAM!

...goddamn history 2.

as I am commenting on 61 deviations, answering 18 comments and browsing through 34 journals in DeviantART and eating yummy oreo cereal with nutritious milk... I have to announce...

my pledge!

ooooooh happy four months dear GIBSY! I pledge my undying love to you. Oooh, cuddle, necking, kiss, mwah mwah. I will bathe you until you can't take it anymoooore! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

happy birthday to clarisse as well... darn, I've got no money in my phone, so there, I am a bad friend and didn't greet her at midnight. WAAAAAAHH!!!


if you're reading this, and have reached through here, go do something better than reading how the fan is blowing air into my head literally - and go to my ART site: http://blooddx66.deviantart.com I've got my first freaking film SLR shot! MUAHHAHAHA

the sidewalk of lucifer

last night, I made him cry...

last night I was hurt.

I had my reasons, I did. He didn't hear me, but he just stared at me, my voice carrying on to nowhere. it's not as if I yelled at him, it's not as if I cried...

I said sorry, but he screamed.

the funny thing is, his scream carried on like an echo of a girl being raped. Like an airhead having her nail broken. Like a girl who was poked on the sides. Like a girl who's delivering her baby.

It was dark that time, and we were in front of that rotten men's dorm, which actually contains girls (stupid people). I remember perfectly that you shone so white, and I blending in the dark, so much, literally, since I was in all black attire...

I didn't know. I was stupid.

You cried. Or I thought you did.

Well, how the damn can L300 vans cry? But I was sure the girl beside me screamed like a banshee when I collided with the back of the L300 van. WHo ever invented a high sidewalk which overlooks the stinkiness of portable comfort rooms...?!?

Well anyway... I damaged his red light... and it damaged my not-so-pretty shin. Now my shin sports a funny bruise with a bump. it's like a speed bump. Rightfully so.

WHOSE FAULT?

1.) the high sidewalk
2.) my scooter with the low motor
3.) my nausea towards the smell
4.) the way the L300 was parked
5.) because freshmen are over-eager for roles
6.) because L300s are white.

I'll pick 'em all.

Miss Psycho signing out.

questionies

got this from turp's deviant journal. anyhoo. am bored.

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE

Name: Rose Anne
Birth date: 10-11-1986
Birth place: Sta. Cruz, Laguna
Current Location: Los Baños, Laguna
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Hybrid brown/black (HAHA ha)
Righty or Lefty: Right
Zodiac Sign: Tiger
Horoscope: Libra

LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE

Your heritage: All that constitutes a filipino.
Shoes you wore today: Rusty Lopez white & gray sneakers
Your weakness: Back
Your fears: Big lizards, especially when dark coloured.
Your perfect pizza: lots of mozarella (spelling?), beef, and tons of bell pepper
Goal you'd like to achieve: Realize what I want in the future as a dev't communicator

LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW

Your most overused phrase on YM/MSN: what's your name again?
Your thoughts first waking up: Gad, I want more sleep
Your best physical feature: Shoulders...
Your bedtime: 11 onwards on weekdays, on weekends, it depends
Your most missed memory: Being carefree

LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke: naaada. don't like any.
McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's.
Single or group dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: Adidas
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton... *drool*
Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: hot chocolate

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Smoke: I haven't even TRIED
Cuss: like a monk's prayer, yes.
Take a shower: Everyday
Like(d) high school: perhaps
Want to get married: probably
Believe in yourself: maybe
Get motion sickness: back when I was a kid
Think you're attractive: In my humble opinion, NO
Think you're a health freak: nah.
Get along with your parents: OF COURSE! ^-^
Like thunderstorms: yes, since it makes me sleep
Play an instrument: yep. guitar and piano

LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH

Drank alcohol: hmmm... this january? a tiny bit
Gone to the mall: yes
Been on stage: in front of the stage, yes.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: why should I??
Eaten sushi: No
Been dumped: No...
Gone skating: I wish
Gone skinny dipping: not in two hundred years
Dyed your hair: I wish I could dye it red
Stolen anything: No

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER

Played a game that required removal of clothing: as far as I can remember... no.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Not yet
Been caught "doing something": if it's the malicious thing, then no.
Been called a tease: Yes
Gotten beaten up: no
Shoplifted: God, forgive me
Changed who you were to fit in: Not really

LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER

Age you hope to be married: 99+
Numbers of Children: at least one
Describe your dream wedding: all in red... bloody red
How do you want to die: died of natural causes
What do you want to be when you grow up: writer, perhaps
What country would you most like to visit: Germany

LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY

Best eye color?: Guy: Light green / Girl: blue
Best hair color?: Guy: black or blond/ Girl: Red
Short or long hair: Guy: long/ girl: Short
Height: o.O not too tall for me, since I'm 5'. -.-;
Best first date location: rock concert... honestly i don't know
Articles of clothing: anything that's black and not loose
Personality: someone who could bring up a nice topic to think of. someone who thinks like me.
Best first kiss location: lipsies


LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people I could trust with my life: three
Number of CD's I own: I don't keep a track of how many they are now
Number of piercings: two. the standard piercings on my ears
Number of tattoos: noooone
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: school newspaper - twice I think, when I was the literary editor and the other one, I forgot
Number of scars on my body: small scars I couldn't possibly remember
Number of things in my past that I regret: many things.

yeah friggin right... (stupidity of miss psycho)

I am the crankiest, most pissed off girl today. our stupid history 2 teacher thinks that we have no committments (and I quote her) WHATSOEVER that we have all the time in the world to practice for a stupid asia regional presentation. It might be easier for me if my groupmates weren't energy vampires who just blabbers nonsense and stuff that makes me roll my eyes. I may be saying this since I don't know a hell how I can put myself with them and be FRIIIIEEENDS (well shit on it) but it's just frigging irritating! ARGH, I couldn't imagine myself putting up with them and trying to actually give my true personality, if I did have it.

I could proudly say now that I love hating most of the time, especially when I didn't have a satisfying sleep. or I could say that I could embody a great antisocial for all that it's worth ANY DAY.

cheh, cynicism drives me to live sometimes. I think now that I could live with attending statistics lecture rather than practicing for some stupid presentation that that instructor haven't given on her earlier semesters. at least on statistics, I could walk in there, say hi to some "friends" and sit beside a bitch who knows nothing but blabber to her seatmate about her wonderful social life and beside a guy who says nothing. I could droop into sleep with that, and after an hour, we're gooooone.

damn, I just hate presentations!!!! If it does have a relevance in my life, then I'd gladly do it, but this hist 2 CRAP isn't just worth a penny for developing knowledge in my brain. HONESTLY. I'm not saying I know all that is in the culture of asia, NO. I could read it anywhere, watch it on screen, or even listen to someone relating it, but doing it? they say experience makes you remember well, but with experience having to sacrifice some things in my academics, is PISSING ME OFF.

don't tell me I would need it in the future, because I think I won't. Hell, would I dance with Indians when I go there? No. What the F?!?

bottom line is, I.HATE.THAT.SUBJECT.!

miss angry psycho signing off. goddamnit.

tired and sick and singing

my favorite song as of the moment... and gave me a lot of ideas for a deviation. though I'm too lazy to put those ideas into reality. hahah the fun of sickness and stress... I want to go home and SLEEP! . . . GOD.

I could sing this song anytime in the day. I've got a built in mp3 in my head. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. yeah yeahs. bleh. *searches for the guitar tab*

Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Pack up
I'm a stray
enough
Oh say say say you'll
Say say say you'll
Say say say you'll
Say say say you'll
Say say say..


Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you


Made off
Don't stray
Well my kinds
Your kind
I'll stay the same


Pack up
But don't stray
Oh say say say
I'll say say say..

Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
they don't love you like I love you

Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
they don't love you like I love you

tr3s concert

Yes, I've been there and I'm dissatisfied. Apparently the sorority is either greedy for profit, or they just don't know where to find nice lightings and sound system. I assume the latter, since, well, it's very redundant if I still say it. ha, ha. The lighting was HORRIBLE, I mean it in every sense of the word. The audio system is useless and terrible. I felt pity for the great vocalists when they sing on that mic which actually gives very distorted sound, that it becomes quite soft but blasted. The treble was WAY up high in their consoles, so the sounds from the guitars are, again, blasted. I think the only right thing in the concert was the choice of bands. But all else? SUCKS.

I am tempted to compare it to the other concerts in our campus, but I decided the way they organized this was uncomparable with the other concerts. Why? Because of the very low, low output I saw from them. There are even different versions of posters with DIFFERENT time typed on their cheap papers. First poster said 8 pm. Second said 7 pm. And when I got my ticket, it said there 9 pm. What the HECK? Way to go, airhead sorority SISSES.

I guess it all comes down to them being ignorant with the process of organizing a concert or what's the worth of hearing good music. Or probably they're just so low on funds; awww, poor girls. They just sat on the edge of the stage, some texting, some bored off their wits... I think they like to see the teeny boppers on TV, not some cool set of bands... Why did they even arrange the concert if they don't want the bands in the first place??? ARGGGHHH!!! I'm so pissed with them. I think my hundred thirty-five bucks for the concert should only be half of it.

Okay, I'll tune down the rant. The concert featured three alternative/rock bands: 6 cycle mind, Sponge Cola and Session Road. The first band, 6 cycle mind was awesome! The lights that time was acceptable enough, so I got pretty neat photos. Second was Sponge Cola. Here is where I got so freaking pissed off. The lighting turned to a dull dark blue, there was no change of lights when the beat changes... God, help them. I hardly heard the vocalist clearly. But the vocalist was prettylicious enough so I'm quite happy. HEheheh. Third and last was Session Road. I must admit I am tired, and the mood of the crowd didn't help me at all. And the band didn't help me as well. I love Session Road, but they don't seem to get the crowd going, they just perform there in their best, that's all. Haaaaay. Plus, the lighting still remained dull dark blue, which turned me into a wilted rosey.

anyway here's the photos.

6 cycle mind




damn that 6600 owner...


BEERBELLYLICIOUS!!!!!!!!!!


WAAHAHAHAH!!!! *drool*


kinda ugly on this angle...


the guitarist who wants much attention... :P




the band

session road


lalalalala...


hooorrible lighting




jammin'!




BOB!


she's always smiling, it's quite...sickening. o.O bue she ROCKS!



sponge cola


the band... very BAD lighting