I am guilty of such. I remember the times in high school when Music was the only thing that I could cling to when I was feeling “emo”. I get pretty caught up when I see “emo kids” being…well “emo”. There are some cases were people are being classified on being “emo” when they are dressed in pink and black and or other colors to match black. I remember a friend who was picked on because of this fashion statement. While some people pretend to be “emo” by simply calling themselves emo and yet smiling all throughout the day, which I find odd. I remember passing by a group of teens jumping up and down screaming “EMO KAMI!” I know I am weird but in this was even weirder than my existance. I also don’t remember when the term “emo” was coined. But I do remember being “emo” in high school–singled out and rejected, but I was not in my black skinny jeans and pink top. I was on my elephant jeans and plain tee for that matter and danced to “Better of Alone” that was the “emo” in the year 2000. But after that year music that seemed to have the same rythem, beat and genre came to my attention and that is where I kept all my rages. I was begining to dispute my existance and it was certain that my existance did not matter to the people around me. I hated myself. And the more I felt sad and rejected by society I managed to dwell on the songs or rather music for that matter that was rendered down to sound sad. I pictured that time while I was being normal in the outside–when Amy Lee’s Grudge Emo Fashion came out people thought it would be cool to wear eyeliners and black eye shadow every single day—here in Manila! Picture that….eyeliners and black eye shadow in the striking heat of the sun in Manila, wearing black skirt or jeans covered in black jacket.
Music is a powerful form of art. I love music and my history in “emo–ness” led to the point of meeting people who are in the music industry. I met great new talents and there I learned from them. They were just like me. They had those days and I guess it’s just a certain state of a human being that they need or want to be lonely and here’s another thought—they happen to like it very much. Media is on Focus. Yes, its nice to follow trends. I’m a Design major and I know how these things work, I don’t even think you need to major on that to critically think on what things around you is doing to you. Wow, no wonder why I enjoyed Media Studies in college. The more I studied about that area, I began to understand where my rages where coming from. Not from music. But with the requirements of this world. I wasn’t mad at the people around me. Sad to say I was a victim of standards.
Society is suffering from a different kind of sickness—that for sure is my conclusion for this entry. Regardless of what country we/you are from, we are all victims. And though this topic is such a cliche,it always makes us step back and ask ourselves. Who are we?
regardless of whether it’s summer or not—Filipinos crave for Halo Halo–trust me, my Mum even craves for it during the rainy season.
impatience on waiting for the Internet to move faster than the speed of light, turns out to be even slower than your dial up. As a lover of writing and reading before doing everything and anything else, we must condition ourselves with the things that we are about to do, regardless the workload of the given assignment. I closed my Laptop and headed back to the office with all the frustrations that I have stored for weeks already. But what keeps me so excited to tell you guys something every much I know would help people be inspired.
I hate this show. It’s a no brainer. 
Slumdog Millionaire 2009, Directed by Danny Boyle, Starring Dev Patel; Young Jamal dives deep into Crap filled hole Scene.
