Cureless

I’ve been meaning to say this when I learned that my college friend Jenny was planning to take her PhD in Germany. (I just kept myself from raving about it while she hasn’t flown there yet.) Do you know the first thing that came into my mind when I heard about that?

Metallica.

In one of my wildest dream, I am in the front row of my favorite band’s concert, thrashing and head-banging with the crowd. We all know that this ageing metal band doesn’t like going to third world countries such as ours, and would only tour around Europe and Northern America. The snobbery does not prevent me from loving their songs though.

I’ll call it frivolous because I cannot really afford to go to Europe and see them live. But in this dream of mine, I’ll fly to Germany, somewhere between Frankfurt and Nuremburg. And someone would go and watch my favorite band with me.