Thursday, September 20, 2007
I am so tired.
hahahahaha.
oh man i'm not even coherent.
oh daughtry was absolutely amazing. looks hot like his American Idol days albeit just SLIGHTLY fatter, and his voice. his voice douns even better than the studio version.
it is so powerful it can reverberate around any arena no matter what size. his raspy high belts are mesmerizing, seriously.
lemme start from the beginning. was slightly late for hist tut then went for jap studies lect thirsty and hungry. went out to buy a drink halfway and first no one had coins and i didn't have enough, and then the coke can bloody exploded in my hand.
i dunno how or why but when the can dropped down the machine, the middle sort of ruptured or smth and when i picked it up coke started spurting out in strong gassy streams at the side, hitting me and two other girls.
i was wearing a white shirt and was already stressed over two tests later and i was supposed to wear the same white shirt to st james later for daughtry's showcase, so of course i got super pissed and screamed and tore the can apart with my hands.
nah just jk.
i trashed it. what a bloody waste of hard-borrowed 90 cents. and i was STILL hungry and thirsty.
so after spending 15 miserable minutes in the toilet washing my shirt and drying it (the dryer was refusng to cooperate as well), i went to coffee club express outside lt11 to get a scone. and i was still thirsty.
i hate coffee club express. it is overpriced and there is always strangely a long queue. and the food is not even fantastic (neither is the COFFEE).
so all in all thus far, NOT a good day.
of course, there was still daughtry to tide me over (thankfully, or i would have spontaneously combusted by lunch).
after two extremely sad tests, jeanette nicely helped me book a cab down to st james. 4 bucks booking fee in a mercedes and the driver wouldnt stop talking hahaha.
walking to the back entrance for powerhouse was slightly unnerving. i mean i wasn't dressed down, unless u count a white printed zara shirt with a flowery dark purple skirt and brown wedges and white capelet as dressed down. ok after typing that out, it does seem dressed down. but it was a nice skirt!!
ANYWAY the point is i tend to look super young no matter what. and i could FEEL the whole long queue's stares, like "what is this dressed down sec 4 girl with that big bag doing cutting our queue? she can't possibly have passes when I don't". of course, i did have passes. just not with me. i'd won them through RP.
so met lotus and the rest at the front of the queue (hahahahahah!) and waited. and talked to people. (hello sheryl we've both made new friends today LOL. amanda's mum is so hip. my mum thought daughtry was a movie, you know.) and waited. god, daughtry sure is popular. we could barely get in. it was so crowded we couldnt even see the stage.
cheryl and i attempted various monkey feats concerning the steel segregating railings to see better but in the end i got so impatient i just climbed up, stood on top of it and held onto the overhead pipe on the wall for support. in my purple miniskirt yes. the things i do for daughtry.
peoply were openly staring. i think the ah pek cleaner was trying to stare up my skirt. evaporate, ah pek cleaner! but i had a glorious unobstructed view of daughtry and his magnificent bald head. (kind of reminds you of the spongebob movie huh haha. MY EYESSSS)
until a security guy in a suit with wires walked behind and stared up worriedly (i hope) at me for a long time, so i decided to climb down before they kicked me out (tarnish repuatation forever haha. i don't want criminal record!!)
then i took out my digicam eagerly and guess what. "low battery" appeared on the screen. OMGWTFBBQKNNBCCB. i just freaking charged it for 5 hours last night and it pulls this kind of shit on me. my hp photo quality is horrendous of course, its a motorola and v3 at that. i still love my phone though.
ANYWAY for photos just have to wait til the others' come in. ): it's all still with me though. i can still feel the pounding of the drums (drummer's freaking awesome) in my teeth. it was such an amazing once in a lifetime experience.
chris daughtry! american idol 5 phenomenon! biggest rock band in USA! sex symbol! all right in front of my eyes (when unobstructed by stupid tall people's heads that is), breathing the same air he is, hearing his voice live in the same room! it was so tangible and so perfect, when i closed my eyes it felt like i was listening to a playing of his cd but better and ten times louder, his voice is such a killer.
should i pon french tmr and go down to heeren to catch him again? there's some signing or meet or smth, and RP are hosting. so as part of the crew we should logically be able to meet him right? ((((:
but i've alr ponned soci lecture this week.
howhowhowhowhow. it might be the last time he's in singapore and the only time anyone would be able to meet him in person!
oh and he said he went to the night safari. and he was wearing jeans and this dark grey muscle tee. so classic daughtry haha. i think the biggest fashion risk he's ever taken was probably to buy a muscle tee in a different colour.
and he was so appreciative! of course the audience played a big part as well (judging just from this event, singapore really loves daughtry, even outside in the bus stop they were discussing how amazing his performance was), screaming and screaming nonstop. his bandmate said we were the best fans theyd ever seen (altho thats prob what they always say ahahaha).
st james ppl are just dumb though. so much for powerhouse being the biggest clubbing venue or whatever.
i'm so exhausted. that's as much as i can rmb as of now (and it only happened a few hours ago OMG), besides the fact that they played for around a full hour in two sets. i rly like the accoustic version of it's not over. vids will prob be on youtube
zzzz. i just have to go crash now... a part of me is dead and in the ground-
lols
