Chemical that shatters
The mixes from Ed and Tom were stuffs you can’t get from even the original CDs themselves. The moment the first hit they played up, the people screamed like a bunch of wolves that never saw moonlight before until the night of 2nd December the Friday. So massively electrifying and the chemical beats shattered upon the crowd totally. The night was good. Just after that, we adjourned to one of the clubs ere in Glasgow. We made a conclusion alright: The Chemical Brothers concert before must have made that night of clubbing scene after seemed like a hag party that had been stonefied or paused miraculously since the 70’s and suddenly spawning back alive that very night… I’m sure you can get the picture. If not, cover yourself tonight with your sheets and dream of it, kids.
The other crazy party mates who went together and danced wildly with me as if there was no tomorrow.
Wooo… laser lights. I love lasers lights. Laser lights are cooooool.
Backdrop.
A random pic. I think this was the opening.
As the atmosphere’s getting hotter.
There. A shattering concert that rocked Glasgow that night. Even before the journey out to SECC we heard a couple of flats that we passed playing Chemical Brother’s tracks and that relaly soared up our mood even more. Woot!
i came to conclude after i reflected on certain things one night that i am an eccentric person. It does not depress me or even prevent me to remain to be the same person as i am presently. At present state, finding the same frequency minded companies is not as convenient as “just a phone call away” as we would to say 6 months ago and before. I think i may even cringe to the thought of trying to hang out the way i would do back home, albeit some will say it is just a change of location. Heck, it’s just not the ground or the air. It’s more like a guinea pig thrown to a field of rabbits. Eventhough they the sound they produce when they crunch the carrots are the same but the colour of the grass of the field may look different in both species’ eyes. I guess I’ll just adjust. And when there’s a need for adjustment, there should be need for space. I would say space, in this context, is time. I could be a whole lot of different person in the coming 7 months time.
I am counting on the time. But what if time is counting on me instead? Which brings me to say…
Christmas is coming!!! I am in Glasgow. Bugger. At one point of time i actually miss home parties invites or even Xmas gala invites which I would usually get back home. I miss the chimuiz and homeboys of Subang. Not to mention, my best friend across the THOOOusandsss of kilometres ocean away. It’s annoying how human mind is so screwed up sometimes. Often, the mind tends to screw the body up when the brain brilliantly decided not to be screwed up at that other times. So ironic.