i miss my rock n roll student days.
heading out to concerts. lining up for tickets. getting a stamp on my wrist (and not getting it off in the next 5 days). running towards the crowd. squeezing into the closest, nicest, sweetest spot at the bottom of the stage. bright lights swooping. speakers deafeningly loud. yung tipong sabog na ang tunog pero wala kang pakialam kasi masaya lang makipagsiksikan at makiisa sa gulo. singing along to every word. head banging. jumping to the beat. and jumping some more. pagpapawisan. magaamoy yosi at pawis. jumping some more. kakanta, kahit wala sa tono at mali-mali ang lyrics. hanggang mapaos. hanggang mapagod ang legs at matuyo ang lalamunan. nakakawala sa sarili. nakak-high, kahit walang drugs o alcohol. puros tunog at vibrations.
sarap.
