we stepped our foot at the venue around 7.30 pm, and dammit there was a lot of people. from asians to caucasians and every type of color you can imagine was there. and the queue was crazy. i had a hard time finding ways to cut them.
and as i said before, they turned-up. they exists. toilet booths!!!
as the concert started, we fought our way to the most front that we can go. and most importantly, around the best crowd. the local acts did their thing, one buck short was nice, estranged caught peoples attention with their guitarist's hair, and jason lo made my ears rang for the next 6 hours.
when good charlotte begin their performance, everyone is pumped. me and my cousin kept jumping till we cant. we shed blood sweat and tears. we scream till our voice went blank. and best of all, all of us were sweating like crazy.
after the show, everyone was rushing to go back home. the lrt station was nearly closed, and it was be very unfortunate to those who didn't bought return tickets. on the train, it's very stuffy, and again lots of people. then me and my cousin did some comparisons. on the way, everyone was having ck, dior, lacoste, bvlgari and all that fancy scents. but now, the train consists of nothing other than smelly good charlotte fans. that's kinda rad. the other thing that's cool is that once the train stopped at masjid jamek station, the whole coach was almost empty. so masjid jamek is the best. masjid jamek gave me room to breathe.
we're so hungry after the show. we hit a restaurant called kunang-kunang and we have no other options but nasi lemak. so nasi lemak it was, and we scarf it all up.
and there you go. with heavy legs, and soaking wet t-shirts, and not to mention the adrenaline thats been pumped, i call it a day. and be sure to check out flightcast for more weird displeasure. bye bye.
