And it feels like tonight.

Legal means to no avail, i either get attacked by a bouncer, or regret my whole life that I missed one of the bestest best rock acts Live in Malaysia.

And i learnt, it takes more than I thought to crash a rock gig.

Patience.

Searching for parking was horrendous. One U parking on a weekend during the malaysian megasale clashed with a frikkin rock concert is THE perfect nightmare.

Amazing wit.

I only expected chest-level barricades. There weren't only barricades. The stage and the arena had bigg sony ericson makeshift ad walls with Daughtry's picture on it and tents at almost every visible corner. Which blocks pretty much everything we wanna see, even the large screen.

So we looked up and saw the Balcony at chili's. And then decided dining at Chili's would be a good idea.

Unbreaking determination and perserverance.

Of course, that wasn't just it. We walked in and asked for a seat, they say the balcony only opens at 7. *sinks into depression* We rotted some more, and got a place at 7. Saw the whole place top view. The stage quite visible. We sat & ate through the opening acts. Then refilled our drinks from Liang's performance onwards occasionally heading to the balcony to sneek a peak. BUT ya. We permanently stood there and the pissy security people from the organizers dispatched got peeved.

A thick skin.

They chased the balcony people once. We went back to our seats. Pretending to sip our bottomless drinks. The MC's came on, we got excited. Went to the balcony edge again. The funny thing is I wasn't the only one doing this.

Saw local acts. Liang damn chun. DJ's damn chun. Daniel Lee quite chun also la.

And then JUST before Daughtry came on, they shoo-ed us again. *goes into bitchfit* Ok. Our skin can only be this thick. So we left, head down to search other alternatives.

Good bladder.

Ok. Not my fault. It's a human thing. And I refilled 3 times.

Good anger management.

Of course, I seldom go into a bitchfit publicly.

Creative ideas.

OK. It is almost impossible to see the stage from the One U. Droplets of rain didn't stop us. Kari brilliantly suggested the central park. And SO! We headed there, our feet hurting like hell. Got a spot. The stage, the baldie, the band, everything was visible. BUT watching the audience go wild, I really wished I wasn't feeding mozzies, standing on uneven ground, breathing smoke, being the one of the few people screaming and jumping among a group of stoning people.

Total Misfit.

Strong feet.

Walked from 3pm to 7pm. Later, stood for a record of 4 hours.

And a pair of shoes.

My shoes hancur. =.= RIP.


To top it all off, we totally had no idea when Daughtry was going to perform. And after it all, I still think it's all worth it because Daughtry put on a good show. It's amazing what desperation and fandom can do to you. We saw the ad and it said from 7 onwards. And we waited from then thinking a miracle would happen around 8. It finishes. Then we go see more bands in Pyramid.

It was totally anticlimax. That miracle never happened until around eleven.

And now, I feel pain creeping up in my every muscle every bone.

I might wanna reconsider doing all this all over again when the next rock act comes to Malaysia.

Next up, it's MTV.