alien to their world
July 4, 2006Last Friday night, we went to Mall of Asia for our week/month ender night out. We were supposed to be there early to window shop and see what’s new but Kim and Ana experienced some glitches in their allocations at work that I had to wait for them til 11. Ends up, only 5 of us were left for the night out. While watching those kids romp around the mall, I was thinking, is this the new trend that I failed to catch up to? Am I really too old not to be able to appreciate such kind of wardrobe? Is it me who’s weird and was left too far behind? But man! If that’s the “IN” thing, I’d rather be out of style and proud to be passé! Besides, I never let myself be dictated on the latest fashion trends that the French or whosoever designer tries to put in the rage. I’d be ME through and through!
We went to Bed Scene. It was nice and cozy there and we had very good seats, luckily for us. The service was quite fast for a full-packed club and the food was fairly good. Or maybe we were just hungry. Haha! Twas one of those laid back nights, simple yet still fun. Well, everything’s fun for us naman basta me camera!!! 
Fete de la Musique was being held that same night at MOA (short for Mall of Asia! Syet! Pangit! Parang memorandum of agreement!). Actually, that’s what we initially planned on seeing. A friend of a friend of an officemate (layo!) told us about it. Kme naman, hearing the title, e go! We thought it was some French event where some bands from all over have a showdown of some sort.
But no! We were wrong! It featured bands indeed. Actually, it’s more like several bands playing different genres of music. They were all local bands, which wasn’t bad at all because I love OPM. Several stages were set up mallwide so each genre gets to have a certain area for themselves so the different groupies wouldn’t clash. Thinking about it, the idea sounds cool. But when we saw the people who attended the event, we were so damned scared! There are numerous groups of youngsters and not-so-young alike who were dressed in black. Not that I’m not used to seeing rockers in groups because I went to UP in college and that’s a normal sight for me. But in this case, what shocked me is the fact that their get-ups are something you wouldn’t see in an ordinary day. I felt like I was a gate crasher to a Hogwarts party. Most were in black shirts, fit as in skinny baston pants, chucks, hair all over the place if not dread locks, who look like elves to me. There were those dressed in uncoordinated patterns and colors like red checkered polo, puruntong shorts with vertical stripes in different colors, socks with yellow and gray horizontal stripes and black chucks. Imagine that?! And to think we saw more than one person wearing that kind of outfit! Somebody was wearing a gas mask (as in the one used in wars! Where the hell did they get that I don’t have the slightest idea!), another was carrying a grande bottle of red horse beer right in the middle of a throng and passing it on to his comrades, and yet another who was wearing a makeshift hawaiian skirt out of what-used-to-be jeans and wearing nothing but briefs underneath. We felt so out of place! Hello?! Like why didn’t somebody tell us to wear costumes for the event?! No offense meant to the people who were there. But it was a shocking thing for me. I wish we took pictures of the groupies but we didn’t dare! We were so afraid of getting ganged-up. It was so obvious that we don’t belong with the bright colors that abound our bodies. Everyone was literally staring at us! We were the minority, the outcast whose one wrong move could possibly mean trouble. As in, BIG BIG TROUBLE!
