Emo- rock is like the ultimate trend these days. One time, you see people walking around in boho skirts, another time you see them in retro glasses and leggings. Now you see them in dark skinny jeans, sneakers, black nails and long, side- swept bangs. And I don't just mean the girls here.

Passing by monumento almost everyday, I see a lot of emo people. A lot. In fact, because I've grown so used to their hanging around in all- black outfits and coffin /skull /nightmare before christmas backpacks, I cannot imagine not seeing at least one. Yeah, emo is that normal to me. But then again there's such a thing as being too normal.

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I was kind of surprised when I learned from karmel that there are true- blue emos in highschool. By true- blue emos, I mean those that hurt themselves and have this Oh-the-world-is-so-cruel-so-I-must-slash-my-wrist-to-be-numb mentality. I mean, you don't expect highschool kids to have minds like that, do you? Exactly. So it was simply weird to me. What's even more weird is the fact that no one does anything about it (because it's normal and they don't actually kill themselves anyway).

Because of that, I've learned to pity /hate /laugh at emos. I mean, sulking and certainly wrist- slashing won't do them any good, so why won't they try getting a life instead? They're even lucky they don't have to spend everyday in a torture- chamber of a university (and there I go being bitter about school again)!

So there. I hated emos.

But just two days ago, I was with hundreds of them.

Really, hundreds of them. At the MCR concert. I should've expected it. MCR was like, the god of emos. They were the pioneers of emo. No, they were emo. And if only I hated them like I hated their followers, I wouldn't have gone to what looked like a goth convention.

But obviously, I didn't hate them. I loved them, I loved their songs (loud as they were) and I loved seeing them perform. And thanks to the already- bought tickets that would haunt me with guilt if they'd gone to waste, I went to the concert with karmel and tita yagi unmindful of an impending exam the next day. So it was hello, emo-ness for me.

I thought: just for one night, one very black January night, I would be an emo.

I would be a white t-shirt, ballet flats- wearing emo with unpolished nails.

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The concert was super fun. Although I didn't know all of the songs they played (I failed to research), they gave one hell of a performance. Amazing. I screamed every time I saw Gerard Way jump up and down the stage. I don't think anyone could've been better than him when it comes to jumping and shaking onstage, and I love that he shakes his hips like a girl. haha. Highlights of the show were Welcome to the Black Parade, I Don't Love You, Famous Last Words (which was the last song they played), and an unreleased song called Kill All Your Friends.

And, as if God wanted me to change my mind about emos, I've witnessed no wrist- slashing activity or any other weirdness. Okay, I witnessed a lot of weirdness, but no blood. Haha.

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Rock on, emos of the world, rock on. *makes rocker sign with hand*