28 February 2007 10:06 a.m. poor Gollum. he's been having trouble getting to sleep lately because the creepy child voices in his head are louder than before. to clarify, talking about your sleeping habits with anyone other than a friend is pretty personal, except when you're with Gollum, because he's just your average, friendly local schizo - sometimes he just can't help himself and blurts things out. anyway - Gollum: do you hear anything when you're in bed at night? G: because sometimes when i'm trying to sleep, i hear VOICES. me: OOH. G: and they're calling your name. and they sound reeeaally creepy. *looks worried* me: maybe it's your overactive imagination. do you hear it every night? 0_o G: ... no, but it's creepy! nothing's happened to you, right? me: nope. you? G: *shakes head* me: so i'm safe and you're safe, and it's all cool, innit? i lied and told him i sleep with my earbuds on, so i couldn't possibly hear anything else. this is the bit in the horror movie where strange weird ominous things start to happen. like today, i kicked myself in the heel. maybe Gollum isn't actually schizophrenic. maybe he's psychic, and hears actual thoughts but doesn't know it! it might be time to change his pseudonym, because the LOTR!Gollum is a manic-depressive paranoid schizophrenic, whereas Department!Gollum is more like... Smeagol? or maybe the kid in The Sixth Sense. suggestions, please. people were fidgety and restless as they waited for the show to start. the audience in the standing space; the cheaper area separated from the more expensive one (which was directly in front of the stage) by mere strips of plastic ribbon, milled about like so many heads of cattle. the impatient murmur was punctuated by full-throated screams whenever a white dude strayed within the vaguest vicinity of the stage. seriously, Muse are all caucasian, but not all caucasians are Muse, okay? when the first technician stepped on to the stage to make sure the markers were in place, the cheaps flowed forward as one giant entity and the barriers were ripped and tossed aside like so much christmas wrapping. ditto the traffic cone that the ribbons were tied around. the volunteer civilian security corps wisely kept to the fringes where it was safer. the girl in front of me gazed at the wallpaper on her phone, reaffirming her devotion to this rather fetching man. later, she stood for the whole duration of the show, even through the slower songs, listening raptly in silent adoration. there was more instrument diddling. and then the lights went out. Mr. Bellamy was in fine form, dressed in a red tracksuit and looking like a half-starved maniac fanboy as he slurred and screeched and used his tremulous little falsetto to pants-wetting effect, twisting and flailing at his guitar, all the while nuzzling his mic like some phallic... thing (ooh baby don't you know i'm a slasher?/yeah babe you are my OTP, etc). i meant that in the nicest, most complimentary manner. for Feelin' Good, he used a little black hailer that was as fun-sized as he is. later on, i saw him swig from a brown, long-necked bottle that definitely didn't hold mineral water. i might be mistaken, but i have a feeling it was probably the reason for the cute little paunch i spotted on him when he sat at the piano. i wish he'd tickle my ivories. the floorboards in the seated section (where i was) threatened to give way when they started on Supermassive Black Hole and a few thousand excited people started pogoing simultaneously. Dom was bashing seven kinds of hell out of his drums (i love you and your cute hair and floppy sleeves) and Chris was... Chris. and yes, he headbanged in perfect time. so did i! it was the best singalong i'd been to. the crowd was so caught up in it that i only realised that Matt had allowed us full rein of the first verse to Time Is Running Out when he stepped back to the mic. come back soon, i'm missing you too much already. quotes - Matt: get your lighters and handphones out for this one, everyone! (Soldier's Poem) random fanboys: MUSCLE MUSEUM. PLAY MUSKEL MUZIUM PLZOMG. the playlist, nicked from this kind soul (how did you manage it eh, eh?) - 1. Knights Of Cydonia (awesome - the audience bellowed the entire chorus) pictures available here. the HMCS Ottawa was docked at Port Klang for the best part of last week and we only got to tour it on sunday. that meant i spent the best part of last week not looking at a bunch of blue-eyed 6-footers (does everyone look like that in Canada? land of the vikings eh wot) rhapsodise about the "goooood FOOOOOD" to be found in malaysia and the mountains of sushi they put away during a rampage thru Sushi Kin. i should've volunteered to paint that orphanage with them. the ship was 134 metres long, or "the length of two football fields", as they constantly stated (american or sahker?). it's not as big as a mall, as i constantly reminded myself, but the corridors (i'm sure there's a navy term for this that i've forgotten) are way narrow and the stairs... sorry, ladders are at nearly 90-degree angles and you have to watch it so you don't get kicked in the head by the fattie ahead of you. but seriously, the idea of a nation's brightest and best (TM) going off to face the enemy was still just as an idea until you put a face to it, and it's a Lieutenant Somebody smiling cheerily back at you. these people are trained to remove mines (yes, the ones that go BOOM) from under their ship!
re-evaluation
me: no... why?
i just wanted to hold you in my arms
okay, my turn to write (what is this, "i can do a better Muse write-up than you" week?).and the bowels of hell opened up and several people were devoured by demon spawn before anyone realised what was going on the screams rose to a deafening crescendo as the lights gradually brightened to reveal three figures loping out. Matt was a bit slow off his mark and had to skip toward the mic before the lights came on full strength. he struck a grand pose before the first bars from Knights of Cydonia thundered out from the speakers, setting the (frenzied) tone for the evening. it was straight in to fifth gear with almost no let up of the full throttle aural assault that was nearly 2 hours of solid music mayhem.
the show ended too soon, naturally. as we stumbled out of the arena, blinking in the bright lights, ears ringing and light headed from the heady experience, we noticed some small-scale looting going on - fans were ripping banners and posters off of pillars with nary a care for the security officers who stood by watching. we have a banner too, but bro19 found it under the stands (he was actually looking for a glow stick. go figure).
2. Hysteria
3. Supermassive Black Hole
4. Butterflies & Hurricanes
5. Assassin (Grand Omega Bosses Edit)
6. Citizen Erased (OMG MY FAVRIT MUSE SONG IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD)
7. Hoodoo
8. Apocalypse Please
9. Feeling Good
10. Sunburn
11. Starlight
12. Plug In Baby
13. Map Of The Problematique (DITTO)
14. Time Is Running Out (crowd favorite)
15. New Born
16. Soldier's Poem
17. Invincible (a rabid fanboy took time out from flailing to puff on his cig (when he didn't know the words). it's a wonder he didn't poke anybody's eye out.)
18. Stockholm Syndrome (Matt goes nuts. again)
19. Take A Bow
weekend mates
they have guns and anti-aircraft missles and harpoons and high-tension cables that can cut your legs off if you step on them!
also, the aroma of coffee below deck (in the galley!) is very enticing. if i go missing, you'll know where to find me.
indefensible
me + PMS = stupid
witness -
watson's pharmacy cashier: the total is RM50.78, miss.
me: *hands him RM50 and waits for change*
cashier: *waits for the remainder*
me: i don't have enough coins.
cashier: um...
me: *finally looks at register display* OH.
05 February 2007 4:55 p.m.out of eden
those snakes just keep on sneaking in, don't they? yes, i know the artistic-looking reflective picture is blurry, but you try holding it steady when you're alone and half-mad with fright and excitement.
