what a fantastic sunday this has been. honestly.
from waking up late but still going to play soccer
till it poured cats and dogs and kokhao sent us home
and i ate my cheeken rice and laughed at the yalams downstairs
meeting alfone and smurf at BB and taking a cab to indoor stadium
waiting 2 and a half hours.
OASIS CONCERT WAS GREAT. dont look back in anger was orgasmic, i got CHILLS. the starting was abit crazy though. my first stand up concert. overall everything was great except:
1) they didnt play LITTLE BY LITTLE. RAH!
2) there were too many yalams.
3) even worst than that, many pinoys and pinas.
4) crazy angmohs. (but they din bother us)
just imagine zouk's dance floor but a little more packed. then put in the crowd i described above. picture the crowd jumping against you and pushing you. YEAP BINGO. OASIS CONCERT!
there was this annoying pina infront of me and smurf. she kept videoing the performance and taking pictures which was already annoying enough blocking our full view. this bitch just had to push it screaming for no reason stuff like "i love you liam" and "aiyaiyaiyaiyai" <-- crazy bitch.
anyway, me and smurf are perfect gentlemen. i responded by elbowing her with my arms race pretending to do it like i was too immersed in the song whilst smurf sang with lots of spit flying out. HAHAHA. but thats not the greatest.
smurf gave out a rebel yell at her. IT WAS AWESOME. i laughed my ass off. alfone din even believe it was from jason. it was something like. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SUPER LOUD.
songs i recall being played: wonderwall, lyla, dont look back in anger, shock of the lighting, waiting for the rapture, supersonic, morning glory.. BLAH BLAH. didnt know 1/2 the songs. the crowd was really crazy. everyone was pushing so hard at the start you thought you were gonna fall down and die. DEFINITELY NOT A GOOD PLACE FOR GIRLS. fone said he saw some crying, probably got molested by the disgust ppl.
dinner at pastamania and cab home. everything about oasis.
SECOND HALF OF MANUTD VS ASTON VILLA starts, dad already watched first half alone. manu went down 2-1. dad was blasting nani like crazy, say he should be sold and blah blah. watched in stony silence. the fucking humji kia nani gets subbed off for a damn shuai striker #41. nv see before. 80th minute, ronny SCORES. we're tied. PRAYS. #41 is playing very well. 90th minute, omg only 5 minutes extra time. feeling comes. 93rd, #41 MACHEDA SCORES.
me and my dad shout GOAL so loud everyone in the block probably woke up.
damn this is the stuff legends are made from.
and just so you know, jason's title got stolen by #41.
commentary from soccernet on macheda:
His goal aside, he looked composed and technically excellent, and is justifiably the smuggest person in the world right now.
LOL. and i am so happy i've finally finished typing all i wanna say about today, and im still left with the rest of the week undone. DAMN. probably another day.
im off to BED. GOOD NIGHT.
-RomE
And so, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say