As I am typing this, I am eating my cookie. Actually it's one of those bake goods, where you add water and microwave. I am so bad at baking that I even managed to ruin a step process cookie. Oh well, it does not look too great but the taste still satisfied my sweet tooth.
Yesterday in English Class, we did a free write exercise. I choose "a concert, a movie or a television program". Here is what I wrote:
Last year, I went to the Hoobastank concert. They didn't get as much audience as I thought they would. I was one of the lucky ones that managed to get into the front row. Everyone sang along with the band while they sang their popular songs, they even introduced some of their new ones. Everything was going great until the guys behind me and my boyfriend decided to start a mosh pit. They carried a guy and pass him around the crowd. I was grateful that he didn't make it to the front where I was at but next thing I knew, there was another one coming my way and he fell on me. It really, really hurted. Next thing I knew, the mosh pit has officially started. Everyone was jumping, and huge tall guys were kicking and punching everyone. Some tough ladys around me were yelling and cussing at them to stop but they refused to listen. My boyfriend managed to get out and tried to pull me but I kept getting pushed back to the front. I saw 2 little boys in front me and I tried to cover them so they won't get hurt. Seriously, who thought of bring little boys to a rock concert? Afterwards, their father managed to get them out of there. While I finally found a way out. I saw women taking off their bras and tried their best to throw it to the stage, one that fell on my foot. There was no floor. When me and my boyfriend got in the back, there was a huge lot of couples making out. That's not my sort of thing so I decided to sit in the bleaches and just listen to the music. My first and last time in a rock concert.
Yesterday in English Class, we did a free write exercise. I choose "a concert, a movie or a television program". Here is what I wrote:
Last year, I went to the Hoobastank concert. They didn't get as much audience as I thought they would. I was one of the lucky ones that managed to get into the front row. Everyone sang along with the band while they sang their popular songs, they even introduced some of their new ones. Everything was going great until the guys behind me and my boyfriend decided to start a mosh pit. They carried a guy and pass him around the crowd. I was grateful that he didn't make it to the front where I was at but next thing I knew, there was another one coming my way and he fell on me. It really, really hurted. Next thing I knew, the mosh pit has officially started. Everyone was jumping, and huge tall guys were kicking and punching everyone. Some tough ladys around me were yelling and cussing at them to stop but they refused to listen. My boyfriend managed to get out and tried to pull me but I kept getting pushed back to the front. I saw 2 little boys in front me and I tried to cover them so they won't get hurt. Seriously, who thought of bring little boys to a rock concert? Afterwards, their father managed to get them out of there. While I finally found a way out. I saw women taking off their bras and tried their best to throw it to the stage, one that fell on my foot. There was no floor. When me and my boyfriend got in the back, there was a huge lot of couples making out. That's not my sort of thing so I decided to sit in the bleaches and just listen to the music. My first and last time in a rock concert.
2 comments:
That dish looks so good right now.
=) Share. Just kidding.
Cool. I love those kinds of concerts. I went to the Three Doors Down concert. I really enjoy those concerts that are held outside.
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