At The End of The Day

Jeez… what a night!

I was dead beat from the day before. I, foolishly, almost thought of giving up the ticket and spend the Sunday lounging at home.

Sheesh.

Andri called a bit later than promised, arriving with Tommy in tow and we hit the road at about a quarter to six.

We arrived much too early, as expected, so Andri and I had dinner first. Tommy decided that he wanted to keep his slim figure. Or perhaps he was just too nervous, anticipating.

We met up later with Gaga and went in a little before 8. Inside was quite cool even though there were already a lot of people. We observed that in most cases, the whole family seemed to be there. We saw a lot of mothers ushering their teenage girls and boys, even primary school boys! And then there were this father with his two teenage girls… Honestly didn’t know what to think about it.

The crowd comprising mostly teenagers, the usual OTT actions were to be expected. They screamed at the sight of stage technicians and all that… *rolls eyes*

But I must say, all the anticipations and the long wait did result in my screaming my head off when the Boys actually jumped on to the stage. I honestly didn’t know which one was who but I recognised Pete from the time I caught them on Punk’d and I got the feeling all music fans felt at one time, "God, it’s really them! It’s really THEM!"

Tommy and Andri had speculated earlier about which song would open the show - they rattled off some songs from the first album and gave a complete running commentary on how high each song’s possibilities are, the whole nine yard.

Apparently though, Pete cs had decided to open with one of their newest songs, Thriller. It was followed by an old one, Grand Theft Autumn. And as soon as I heard Andy beat the first few notes on his drums for the third song, I went nuts.

It was the first song that made me fall for them, Sugar, We’re Going Down. Much as anybody would never forget their first kiss, a fan would never forget the first song that turned them around.

I had expected a few live-performance flaws, but no. By Jove, it was just as perfect as ever. The whole performance was first class.

Sad to say that a few songs after Sugar, I gave it up and went out for a drink. After a while it was considerably warm inside and I’d been singing at the top of my lungs in there. And it was in the middle of this song from their second album I’m not that fond of, so…

Anyway, I came back in to A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More ‘Touch Me’. It is one of my personal favourites and I bet all the "tamer" people at the back rolled their eyes at me. It was difficult to get back to where Andri and Tommy were but I managed to worm my way back to the front, in time to hear the most perfect rendition of Beat It.

God. If I hadn’t already taken my hat off for them, it could’ve been the perfect time.

Other than that, they also sang Akon’s Don’t Matter and, after a very nice lead in from Pete, the chorus from Panic! At The Disco’s I Write Sins, Not Tragedy. According to an online article, they also sang Green Day’s Basket Case.

Pete, who is, according to this one article I read afterward, Mr Extrovert, confirmed  all those comments that night. He was the most exuberant, spinning wildly while changing places with Joe, lifting up the mic by the base and later throwing it away, all the way to jumping up to play on the giant speakers. Of course, he also spoke for the whole band and it was his thrown T-shirt that everybody tried to grab at the end of the show.

Another online article stated that they sang 20 songs but I hardly felt that way. It seemed as if all of the sudden, it was just over.

Tommy seemed much too stunned to say anything else but Andri and I agreed that it was worth every cent that we paid. God, was it ever.

Just one message for Fall Out Boy: Come back soon, dammit!

It was like being lost in the desert for a week and being only given one small cup of water.

Sh1t.

I got up especially to blab about last night concert and this stupid Internet connection acts out on me.

Come back later for more of one of the best nights in my life, OK.?

Fall Out Boy rockz!!!

I love doing this. You know, doing silly quizzes which supposedly tell you about yourself. Someone shrewd analyses your answer and typically gives you what you want to get. It’s even better than therapy!

My favourite site is BlogThings and it usually does give me what I want to get.

But this one… definitely NOT what I expect. I don’t think anyone who knows me would agree. What do you think?

You Are Bad Girl Sexy

Girl, you are nothing but trouble. And that’s hot.
You’ve got the classic bad girl sexiness mojo going on.
And your badass attitude makes men fear you - and crave you.
Don’t give into people who say to tone it down. You’re perfect as is.

What Kind of Sexy Girl Are You?

It’s a laugh anyway. Me, a bad girl, honestly.

Is it possible for someone as perfect as I to do something astoundingly stupid?

Of course not.

Because I, being perfect, did it thrice. THREE TIMES!

Due to my (past) habit of cringing at the sound of my cell-phone ringing (even perfect people have their quirks, you know), it is usually set to either Silent or Ring Once mode.

It resides in my pocket so I usually know when a call is coming through by the vibration.

Yesterday, I was moving through the classroom distributing the handouts and suddenly there was a trill of phone. It was just after the break and I said, "Turn it off please, we’ve already resumed the lesson."

No more sound, so I thought whoever had that cell-phone had done what I asked. About three minutes later, that ring ring came again. I looked around, frowning - that particular class was obedient and this was just unusual.

But nobody was groping around for his or her cell-phone and it just came out of my mouth, "Jeez. Sorry guys, it was my phone. Excuse me!" Hahaha.

Tune in for more of estupido episodes!!!

Sumpah benerannya gw gak mau nulis entri ini… Tapi daripada gw berbusa-busa curhat separo-separo di BB tentang Adam Levine yang so fine itu mending gw puas-puasin nulis seblog tentang dia.

Buat cowok-cowok, terutama yang berasa pengagum gw, consider this a warning, click ke mana kek daripada muntah-muntah baca entri yang eni…

As I’ve said, it was an embarrassment that it took me two albums and a span of almost five years to know what a fine specimen Adam was.

I first saw him, really saw him - I should say, while watching American Idol Season 6 where he performed the new single, Makes Me Wonder.

I’ve got RCTI to thank for still not knowing who he was until a couple of weeks afterward. Due to the length of the real show, RCTI cut it here and there to accommodate it into the supposedly two hour show. Which was why I was not introduced to the delicious hunk who dressed so nicely and sang one of the grooviest songs I’ve heard so far in this year.

I watched that episode twice to try and find out who in the hell is that guy but no… Nobody seemed to want to tell me who he was.

And touchingly, it was a male student who caused me to find out.

We were waiting for the others to show up and he innocently asked me, "Miss, do you know the title of the new Maroon 5’s song? You know the one that was on American Idol?"

Playing it cool, I said,"Yeah, it was good, right? Unfortunately I don’t know the title either." All the while rapidly cursing myself, That was Maroon 5, you moron, how come you profess to like their songs when you could barely recognise the lead singer?

That was a hit with my colleagues when I returned to the Teachers’ Room and told them about it.

And still it took me sometime before I got around to buying the album and yet some more period of time to really listen to the whole album.

I was reading a too absorbing novel to do what I like to do when listening to the music, namely replaying the track I loved over and over again, instead of listening to the whole thing.

So there he went, singing track after track and I suddenly realised, Hey, everything’s good in this CD.

I put down my novel, listened to She Will Be Loved and realised anew what a seductive song it was. Add Adam to the mix and of course, women will invariably melt.

So sorry to say that it again took me sometime to find Won’t Go Home Without You. Gosh, I adore that song. (I have even ‘educated’ Faridha to like that one, too.) Whenever he sang, "I won’t go home without you," I’d reply, much to the revulsion of my friends, "I feel the same, believe me… don’t go home without me…"

My, I feel so young again. Ha.

The internet seems to share my hunger for the sight of him. Naturally there are more than enough Maroon 5 stuff out there but as far as pictures go, it is the fine Mr Levine who dominates the space.

I like his sophisticated appearance and those eyes and that look which somehow translates into a mattress and tangled bedsheets… but still this is the picture that hooked me. Hooked me good and proper.

Again, it took me some time to finally get hold of this picture. Originally it was tagged so any random fans such as myself couldn’t simply right-click and save it. It was a good thing my sister has somehow successfully hammered some HTML knowledge into me that I finally got the damn picture. Should you like to see it in its original size, click here.