i saw you from afar, and i need to let you know, this is intense for me, but you're so beautiful

ellie is a nice girl, and we must definitely go out again someday! say yay for retail therapy.

met her at cityhall, then we went to marina square's topshop to try on clothes (which we didn't buy in the end), before we took train to far east to eat lunch. after that, we parted ways, and i went for the gig at DXO, while she went off to find her friends.

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XOMG ME LOVES TO MOSH

met veek, freda and friends at DXO. lol mervyn said hello after all :D

the first act was relatively quiet, except for some whoops from enthusiastic people (guess who), and it was pretty sad when the guitarist's strap broke, and he stood there, back bent, trying to hold his guitar in place while shredding (not exactly, but it sounds more impressive if i told you he was shredding). finally monkey boy came to save the day. :D

we started moshing during bad obssession's act. they are seriously GnR worshippers. they started with "welcome to the jungle". and i forgot the other songs they played, but the vocalist did a pretty good job with the songs. i like!! "I WANT TO SEE A FUCKING MOSHPIT" and the crowd went nuts. we started moshing and people fell down and got scratched by girls with long talons (not me). some guy got scratched near his eye and was bleeding and victoria dropped her wallet somewhere. somebody took off his top and gave himself a temporary, rather satanic tattoo. (he lost his top in the moshpit). and guys with hair that reach their asses shook their heads too vigorously, and some people ended up with hair in their mouths.

then they had some dual band thing, playing an emo song "I'm not okay" by MCR, which got everyone high again. people were screaming at the top of their lungs and jumping around. veek and i went into the moshpit and someone pushed me and i flew and landed on my ass. my right side hurt a bit after that, hahah, but it's cool. i realise, it's better to be in the middle of the moshpit rather than the edge. cos you'll fly and hit the steps or something.

the best was ENTER SANDMAN. lol, people headbanged and the guitarist from firebrands is clueless about his gender, because he went on stage with a super long flowy skirt (amusing).

and then fast fast fast forward, last act of the day, caracal. the drummer, martin, had urgent matters and could not make it at the last minute. field is so cute xomg, i love his telecaster, i love telecasters. so they had an acoustic set, which was awesome.

anyway field is cute. everyone agrees with me. :D anyway, nice music. and they're playing at homeclub next week. after that we (freda's many friends, veek, charlton's classmate) went fullerton to use toilet, and then we went funan to eat KFC.

and then we went peninsula to walk around, before we went gramophone to check out DVDs/VCDs. then freda and charlton's classmate (? nameless dude) left. leaving me and veek to do nothing. we're bored kids, so we looked around somemore in gramophone, before going to some provision shop to buy alcohol (yay, i pass the alcohol test, i am legal). the indian woman at the counter is seriously slow, she took 10382739278 mins to count yen to change in SGD. another woman scolded her poondae! vagina! which made me laugh.

bought the alcohol, we went CHIJMES to drink. there was this bar, playing live music (hotel california) so veek and i stayed outside to listen. then they played some crappy female singer shit, so we ran and sat down in the middle of nowhere and she told me her story about the jellybeans throwing. i got a bit light headed again, due to drinking on an empty stomach, and very quickly.

then we went to take the escalators, and i told her to press the STOP! button, and she did and the escalator stopped moving. xomg, hahah free post cards : D then we found more escalators to stop. so if you are at CHIJMES, and you notice that escalators are not moving, you know who to blame.

her auntie called, and veek had to rush off : ( so we said bye, and i am now home. wheeee. i am a bit high, and i want to mosh somemore.

invite me if you know of any gigs. i am excited at the prospect of falling on my ass. maybe i'll get bruises. moshing doesn't make you think. you just jump in and push and pull people, and when you fall, you grab hold of others and drag them down along with you.

moshing doesn't give you headaches ever (from thinking)- unless someone slams your head against the amps or something.

can't wait for caracal's EP!