.i'm letting go of all my downer thoughts.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

let's get crazy and talk about our big plans.

I am kinda sad. Something I forgot to mention. Andrew's been diagnosed with leukemia and I'm just so sad for him. Yesterday was the marking of the start of 'Andrew-loving' week so i wrote Andrew's name on my arm to commemorate (sp?) it. I hope he gets better. He can't die. Not now. He's too young. And i don't think i can bring myself to listen to his voice, knowing that he's already dead. I hope you recover well, Andrew. I adore you and if i do have kids, they would know you, too.

Arctic Monkeys were okay. Took some pictures. Was at the right end of the stage so I've some pretty good shots. If the pictures turned out crappy, that means i suck. Nils II was there and yeah...just hot. I need to remember that he's hot. Stoney was awesome though. Catchy guitar riffs and cool keyboards. Fake Bad News weren't bad at all. It's funny how these people, when they first arrived in Barfly, looked so messy mcm ada pakai baju bula lagi and larap lah usul drg (yes haha umie speaks malay woo. fck off) and then when they're on stage, they looked good. They looked like stars. Not with the make up or anthing. It's just the way they carry themselves on stage. It's pretty amusing to watch. But Nils II, he could be on stage or in the crowd, everyone can definitely spot him. And he smiled and nodded his head to me to tell me that he knew i was alive and then telling his friends to check out my camera...i had to stop myself from giggling like an idiot and concentrated on taking pictures, not the way his long-ish hair seemed to not move at all (due to excess wax/mousse methinks -- not that i'm complaining or anything), not the sexy way he took in a drag out of his cigarette and blow it out slowly, not the fact that he was playing around with his cigarette and ESPECIALLY NOT HIS STRONG JAWLINE THAT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT WANT TO TRACE YOUR FINGERS ALONG IT. FUCK, that dude's got it. He really does. Then when Arctic Monkeys came on, he was pushed around cuz the moshpit went nuts (for a gig like that, that was kind of humourous to me. I felt more like dancing/swaying when i listened to them) and he got so sweaty and his hair was like sticking to his head. Fucking. Hot. But yeah, i'd probably never see him again. I wanted to take a picture of him but i told myself that I am not a stalker then when i got home, i hated myself because i didn't take a picture. I have to remind myself that i am a stalker and that i should just take a picture. I AM A STALKER AND I SHOULD TAKE PICTURES OF THE PEOPLE THAT I STALK for ~~personal reasons~~. I'd like to thank Jen (though she'd never read this) for putting up with my shit of being bored and thirsty and sick and possibly pretentious. Thanks for the lead singer of Stoney for telling my friend and I that the entrance is on the other side (harharhar), kidding but thank you for having a catchy voice to dance to.

To conclude, night was awesome cuz of Nils II and getting the chance to test my photographic skills but night was depressing cuz of the thought of losing a wonderful person that both my cousin, Anna, and I adore.

I'm going to go and sleep a much needed sleep. I bid you farewell.

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Envy drowned in words at 02:00

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