I’m back, mga men! Okay, not the best line to start the first entry of the New Year, but fuck that. Good taste is beyond me. 2009 has come and gone, thank God for that. Last year was a fragmented experience of constant failures and disappointments that would tire the most trying of men. It’s easy to hate 2009 because of the things that did not happen and never materialized. However, that’s what life is all about anyway – the hard falls, the painful consequences of bad judgment, and of course, the perseverance that allows us to live another day. I want things to happen, despite the insurmountable odds and false hopes I’ve been dealt myself. It’s amazing and sad at the same time, but I’m just glad for another chance. Before I begin romanticizing the drama of the past year, there are some memories of 2009 that I wish to keep until the very end. The Arch Enemy concert at the World Trade Center in Pasay was a highlight. Better than both the Death Angel and Sepultura concerts combined
Ramblings rescued from the great deep
