filipinos pretending to be blacks

Ugh, this weekend was really bad where night life is concerned. There is a South Border concert at my school tonight (South Border is a local pop band I don’t really listen to), and since I didn’t go out on Friday and Saturday I made up my mind go out tonight. I went shopping with my family this afternoon and the fact that I was once again completely broke didn’t exactly put me in the mood to attend the concert. But since I’ll be paying for the tickets whether I go or not, I might as well not waste the money and show up anyway.

I wish I just stayed home and watched TV or something. Sounds totally antisocial but I swear, I just bored and tired myself awhile ago. I guess it would’ve been more fun if I was with a lot of people but Kriya, Angelica and Denilou were the only friends I had who showed up. And Denilou was selling drinks in the Student Council booth; Kriya was the host of the concert and wasn’t around a lot. So that only left Angelica and me. Since both of us weren’t really in the mood to party tonight, we just sort of sat on the grass, listened to the music and checked out the crowd. Not very exciting.

I really wish my school got a band that played their own songs instead of crowd-pleasers. The opening act–Mike and Noah–did a rather bad rendition of Tha Crossroads; the rest of their songs were R&B tracks. The school should have just hired a DJ or something if this was supposed to be a hip hop party! South Border too played songs by Joe and Usher. They weren’t even dancable so I only stayed until their third song. My mom and dad were watching a movie at the Power Plant and for the first time ever, I kept calling them up because I really wanted to go home. The whole night wouldn’t have been so bad if there were cute guys around but even the crowd was awful. Other than some (uncute) guys from the play, the only others guys that were present wore huge pants, spiked hair, bandannas and pretended they were black. Those damn poseurs really bug me. What the hell are they trying to prove? You guys are Filipinos. Get that into your head. Filipinos. Not blacks. Stop dressing like that for heaven’s sake. Ya’ll know what I’m sayin’?

Oh well, hopefully I’ll be able to party next Friday. The only good thing about tonight’s concert is that we won’t have school tomorrow. I think I’ll spend my entire day doing homework or something.