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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Currently my internet has decided to be a complete bitch and backstab me when I need it the most. But you know what? It’s alright, because I still have my beloved MICROSOFT WORD 2003 to sustain me throughout this dark and depressing phase of my life.
On a brighter note, I WENT TO BOYS LIKE GIRLS ON SUNDAY! I remember when my pm was ‘Boys Like Girls in July?” and Jaydon was like..
“boys like girls all year round”
LOL.
So yeah Lenny, Jimmy, Vicky and I arrived at UNSW on Sunday night, and already there was this long line of chicks in heavy eyeliner and short shorts (even though it was like -3483974 degrees outside in addition to wind chill factor) and guys in skinny jeans. It was like human centipede.. nah just kidding. More like a human traffic jam during peak hour. So then we waited… and waited… and waited…
Scratching my head in a state of confusion, I started to wonder why we weren’t progressing forward (not even at snails pace, mind you). Then it hit me that the doors weren’t even open so… good life.
My stomach began to grumble, and casting a side glance at Vicky, I could tell she was starving too. Like a pack of hungry lion-nesses, Vicky and I separated from our tribe and began to prowl around UNSW for a food store, since the influx of bogans seemed to be clutching a familiar Maccas bag as they joined the never-ending queue. The intoxicating smell of cheeseburgers and fries that were wafting up our nostrils was just too much to bear and we attempted to trace this lingering fragrance back to its source.
However, after full sweep of UNSW, Vicky and I returned empty handed with our tummies still devoid of food. Persevering, we decided to extend beyond our territory and cross the threshold of the university. With severe starvation on our hands, ‘stranger danger’ was thrown out the window and we interrogated a group of Maccas-indulging bystanders for directions. Thankgod we weren’t bashed, raped and doused with petrol.
However, the clock was ticking and we only had 5 minutes to leg it there and back. But have no fear, twin Usain Bolts are here! We broke into a mad sprint down this REALLY REALLY REALLY LONG STREET …
And then turned and DOWN ANOTHER VERY LONG STREET…
(RUN FAT BOY RUN!...)
Along the way we were blurting out motivational chants to keep us going, such as the amount of calories that we were burning from this vigorous exercise, how we could gobble up our oily fries without feeling guilty unlike Lenny and Jimmy, and our aspirations to become Harry Potter and apparate to Maccas.
We kept running and running and running like Forrest Gump…
… until at last, there it was! The golden arch, glimmering in the night sky. It has never looked more inviting.
I’m DEFINITELY lovin’ it.
We ordered our burgers and water (WHOEVER WANTS WATER JUST GO TO MACCAS COS ITS FREE !), and a frantic dash back to UNSW followed which involved Vicky sprinting with 2 cups of water and me with 4 burgers and 5 straws (Vicky couldn’t count).
We soon found ourselves back amongst civilization, but this time faced with another dilemma. As everyone poured into Roundhouse, we were informed that FOOD WASN’T ALLOWED. So what else? We engulfed our burgers within a minute like those people on hotdog/cheeseburger eating competition and I swear that’s the fastest I’ve ever eaten.
And we were finally admitted in! YAAAAAAAAAAY (: It was so compact with heaps of body-on-body action. I swear some fat emo chick with GREEN streaked blonde hair behind me was hardcore grinding on my ass so then I stopped pushing to the front and let her have my precious spot. The guys at the front were also squirting water into everyone’s mouths/faces so everything was a mess aha.
The first band was so …LOUD and no offence but I couldn’t tell what they were singing. We were at the front, right in front of the speakers so my eardrums were literally shattered. But then HOT CHELLE RAE CAME OUT! They were so gooood and the bassist was good as well ;).
Scratching my head in a state of confusion, I started to wonder why we weren’t progressing forward (not even at snails pace, mind you). Then it hit me that the doors weren’t even open so… good life.
My stomach began to grumble, and casting a side glance at Vicky, I could tell she was starving too. Like a pack of hungry lion-nesses, Vicky and I separated from our tribe and began to prowl around UNSW for a food store, since the influx of bogans seemed to be clutching a familiar Maccas bag as they joined the never-ending queue. The intoxicating smell of cheeseburgers and fries that were wafting up our nostrils was just too much to bear and we attempted to trace this lingering fragrance back to its source.
However, after full sweep of UNSW, Vicky and I returned empty handed with our tummies still devoid of food. Persevering, we decided to extend beyond our territory and cross the threshold of the university. With severe starvation on our hands, ‘stranger danger’ was thrown out the window and we interrogated a group of Maccas-indulging bystanders for directions. Thankgod we weren’t bashed, raped and doused with petrol.
However, the clock was ticking and we only had 5 minutes to leg it there and back. But have no fear, twin Usain Bolts are here! We broke into a mad sprint down this REALLY REALLY REALLY LONG STREET …
And then turned and DOWN ANOTHER VERY LONG STREET…
(RUN FAT BOY RUN!...)
Along the way we were blurting out motivational chants to keep us going, such as the amount of calories that we were burning from this vigorous exercise, how we could gobble up our oily fries without feeling guilty unlike Lenny and Jimmy, and our aspirations to become Harry Potter and apparate to Maccas.
We kept running and running and running like Forrest Gump…
… until at last, there it was! The golden arch, glimmering in the night sky. It has never looked more inviting.
I’m DEFINITELY lovin’ it.
We ordered our burgers and water (WHOEVER WANTS WATER JUST GO TO MACCAS COS ITS FREE !), and a frantic dash back to UNSW followed which involved Vicky sprinting with 2 cups of water and me with 4 burgers and 5 straws (Vicky couldn’t count).
We soon found ourselves back amongst civilization, but this time faced with another dilemma. As everyone poured into Roundhouse, we were informed that FOOD WASN’T ALLOWED. So what else? We engulfed our burgers within a minute like those people on hotdog/cheeseburger eating competition and I swear that’s the fastest I’ve ever eaten.
And we were finally admitted in! YAAAAAAAAAAY (: It was so compact with heaps of body-on-body action. I swear some fat emo chick with GREEN streaked blonde hair behind me was hardcore grinding on my ass so then I stopped pushing to the front and let her have my precious spot. The guys at the front were also squirting water into everyone’s mouths/faces so everything was a mess aha.
The first band was so …LOUD and no offence but I couldn’t tell what they were singing. We were at the front, right in front of the speakers so my eardrums were literally shattered. But then HOT CHELLE RAE CAME OUT! They were so gooood and the bassist was good as well ;).
Then there was this HUGE gap between HCR and Boys Like Girls, during which I suspected that they were styling their hair. Random songs dating back to the 80s were blasting from the speakers during this interval like “Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll” and we were like wtf.
Finally, BOYS LIKE GIRLS CAME OUT! We were all screaming and shitttttttt. They sang the Great Escape, 5 Minutes Til Midnight, Hero/Heroine, Dance Hall Drug, Heart Heart Heartbreaker, TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE etc etc etc … and THUNDERRRRRR OMG good times eh SG? And the crowd started singing the chorus and it was just so nice. x3
Finally, BOYS LIKE GIRLS CAME OUT! We were all screaming and shitttttttt. They sang the Great Escape, 5 Minutes Til Midnight, Hero/Heroine, Dance Hall Drug, Heart Heart Heartbreaker, TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE etc etc etc … and THUNDERRRRRR OMG good times eh SG? And the crowd started singing the chorus and it was just so nice. x3
Afterwards, our throats were parched dry from screaming so back to Maccas we went for a green slushie! (: We ran into other yr 12s who were staying for FIFA Fan Fest (lucky bastards) and then departed for our various ways.
I think I’ll remember that night for the years to come. Boys Like Girls was my first EVER band (apart from The Used) and this was my first concert so … a hint of sentimental value there aha. Things like that makes you forget all your trivial little problems and you just find yourself lost within the music, the hype and the company. And I think that’s truly amazing.
x3
xx Betty.
PS. Shout out to Karan THE NICEST GUY EVER (COUGH BULLSHIT COUGH) to whom I owe a shoutout to.