pieces of me.

here are the random thoughts and bursts of emotions of a girl who's two years older than her perceived age. if the therapeutic claims of blogging are true, then she'll survive with accepting that reality and the neverending emocoaster that being alive costs her. read on.


Thursday, September 04, 2008

i hate this. i am so hungover the eraserheads reunion concert.

i can't watch "how i met your mother". i can't read a non-eraserheads article.

this is bad. but then again, it can be good. it probably just becomes bad because seeing them again, hearing them play together again, seeing all four of them on the same stage again, makes me look back. and i hate looking back. because that means missing a lot of things.

okay, teena. stop. this is not about that.

the concert was legendary. and even if the heads were not able to wrap the concert up as dramatic as the organizers planned it to be, IT WAS ALL WORTH IT (including losing my beloved perfume to a devoted security staff and no more than three hours of sleep).

ely, raimund, buddy and marcus play good music together. and i never really thought about it til last saturday. each one of them shone on stage and no one can deny the fact that the four of them have never performed that well apart.

this goes without saying that i wish to see them perform together on a concert once more. and it doesn't matter whether it is sooner or later. the important thing is for it to happen again.

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