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| LIVING IT LIVEI reflect a little back on my live concert experience last month with Coldplay. I know most people see a concert as merely a entertaining show. You sit down on a nice comfortable chair, listen to some nice songs, wave your hands a little, watch the bright lights and then leave. This is not how I go to concerts.
One may find my approach a strange mix of my passion for my faith and my passion for music. Musical worship in church cannot be claimed to be just singing some nice songs. It is a personal experience. One can completely be lost in the moment of worship God. This may very much also lie in the fact that music, in its deepest and true form, is no mere entertainment. It has the power to stir up the emotions and elevate the spirit. That is the power of music and I am embrace it whole heartedly.
So with Coldplay's concert, I decide I was not going to just sit down and watch a show. I wanted to be part of it. I allowed myself to be completely be lost in it. From the moment the band started playing, I was up on my feet and my hands were never at my side. Each song was different channel for different emotions. Jumping, feet stomping, screaming, shouting, crying out, hands punching, hands waving. Frankly, I was on a high. And I did not need alcohol or drugs for it. Music serves me just fine. Such was a similar experience for when I attended Linkin Park and U2's concerts too. The audience, the band and the music become one singular entity.
I still could not believe there were people standing beside me, just casually swaying to the music. I'm sorry, hot Singaporean chick next to me with your middle age gwailo boyfriend, it just would not have worked out between us. Call me when you have truly discovered the joys of music.
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| THE HOUR IS AT HANDMarch 28, 8.30pm-9.30pm was Earth Hour. The publicity prior to it was surprisingly big considering it was our very own Malaysia. I figured it was either Malaysian were getting more environmentally conscious, or that Malaysian just wanted more publicity again. If it were the latter than it would just be like normal day in Malaysia.
With such publicity, it is only fitting then a movement such as this has its fair share of critics. Suddenly, we have a great number of local critics taking shot at Earth Hour acts here. They argue that turning off your lights for a mere one hour is not going to make a great deal to the planet. They argue you would save more energy by not driving for a day rather than the puny act of switching off your lights. And you know what? They are right. Earth Hour is one giant publicity stunt. But it is a noble publicity stunt.
Think about it. It was not long ago that we Malaysians thought that the whole voting and election process was a show. People have been saying that one single vote is not going to change an election outcome. But who would have thought at the difference it actually made. Exercising one's vote did make a difference.
And so it is with Earth Hour. This is our vote. Our vote that says there is a global environmental problem at hand, and a vote that says we are going to do our part. My household casted our vote. Most of the neighbourhood casted their vote. 8TV casted their vote.
I know it cannot just stop there. I know I am doing my little part whenever I can. Reuse a paper. Shop with my own bag. Pack food with my own container. It may not look like much, but least I have some points to make an argument against any critics.
See you at Earth Hour 2010. Or maybe not, because its going to be dark with all the lights off.
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| THE END IS NIGHThis was another highlight of the month of March - most awesome sci-fi television series of present times, Battlestar Galactica, finally draws to a close. Ever since the first season, I have always held that this is the best sci-fi television series since Babylon 5. I recall when it first made its way around back in MMU days when the mini series started a lot of hype. One look at it and it resembled a dark and depressing future, somewhat along a series I remembered from back in school days Space: Above And Beyond.
But Battlestar Galactica has grown to be so much more than mere science fiction. Many critics have said that it has transcended the science fiction genre ( the other time I heard the term 'transcending a genre' was with The Dark Knight ). The themes which was explored in the series where just profound, issues like war, self worth and identity, terrorism, faith and belief among many others. This is a series which was bold and not afraid to put on screen scenes which were considered dark and mature like attempted rape and torture. Definitely not for the kids.
But at the centre of the series actually is not science fiction or war or technology, but in fact a lot to do with faith and belief. Yes, once again subjects which I like to discuss a lot about. They have been throwing around themes like 'God has a purpose', prophecies and 'everything has happened before and it will happen again'. Who said sci-fi was geeky? But its this central theme that puts forward the question of a never ending cycle of death and violence, which is so familiar in human history. Wars and conflict will come but who does one really put an end to it?
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Now after having watched the finale for the series, I felt that this is what closure feels like. Not grand or mind-blowing, but just a nice calm ending. It is perhaps that an ending should come quietly. The whole opera house dream sequence is played out at last. The Final Five's story is finally revealed. And what of Six and Baltar? They are angels or messengers sent by God? So there is a God in this universe. I think I should use this series to preach to people who do not believe in God. But unfortunately they had to throw in a line which says that 'He hates being called God'. Well, sci-fi dares only go that far into the grounds of religious belief.
And is Kara Thrace to be the Christ-figure of this series? Having died and resurrected, not in the usual science fiction explanation of a clone, but one who indeed has died with a physical corpse to prove. So is her current form the series way of calling it the resurrected body, like the one Jesus had after his resurrection? And Kara's life had a purpose, eventhough it was just to push some coordinates at the end. But there you go, that idea that all of our lives do have a purpose, no matter how small or insignificant. What more, Kara Thrace has her own 'ascension', but it bascially involved just vanishing into thin air.
On some level I thought would have been niced to try and explain how the God in this series, with his angels and his messenger actually work. But then I think again and it feels like do I need to explain God to my ownself? God is not to be completely understood, but rather just to believe in. So perhaps it is with this thought that the series should not have to explain further its interpretation of God in this series.
Gosh, see what Battlestar Galactica can open up to? It is that awesome. It will be missed, but it has left its mark in television history. So say we all.
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| WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN?March was a month with many highlights, much of which may have slipped by without a mention here, as each event began to overlap each other. So now I revisit them, starting with my take on the Watchmen movie.
The greatest graphic novel of all-time, Watchmen finally gets made into a motion picture. This graphic novel is supposedly what changed the landscape of the comic book scene, making it more than just a medium of nonsensical fun, but become a deeper and more complex medium of literature. I came to know about Watchmen as I began to explore less mainstream of the comics which I was familiar with. Just look at Time's list, and you would find Watchmen and The Dark Knight Returns on it. I have my very own copy of the graphic novel, which I read prior to watching the movie, just to refresh myself. And just looking at the writing and the panels, there is a whole lot to be cramped into a movie. Watchmen has so many characters, so many themes and layers underneath it. Director Zack Snyder would have a challenging task ahead of him.
As it is with any fandom, there was concerns about how it would all turn out. But early news where positive, as high profile fanboy director Kevin Smith said it was awesome. The trailers looked equally awesome when I laid eyes upon it, artfully using The Smashing Pumpkins' slow mix of The End Is The Beginning Is The End. But I figure it was hard for Zack Snyder and company to go wrong, when the storyboard was all laid out in the graphic novel panel-by-panel for them.
And now, having finally watched the film twice, first on a free preview screening and second on a true fanboy outing, I can safely say that Watchmen is awesome. But not as awesome as The Dark Knight. And here on comes the SPOILERS. Right from the get-go, it had to open with something grab the audience's attention. So they did a prolonged fight/death sequence for the Comedian with a odd but interesting mix with Nat King Cole's Unforgettable. Then we get treated to a quick run through of history lesson with Bob Dylan's The Times They Are A Changin' and wonderfully art-like slow-mo sequence. They definitely got me from the start.
It did not disappoint further down the road. I have to say Jackie Earle Haley has brought Rorschach right out from the comic pages into real life. I will say the cliche line like always, that is I think he was born to play Rorschach. Every word he utters brings along such frightening conviction that you believe what he believes in and the extent he goes to stand by them.
Patrick Wilson gives Dan Dreidberg (Nite Owl) just as much character as the down-and-out superhero. I felt what a sorry state he was in and how he longs for his past glory. Yet, his character is probably the most human of the Watchmen, in someways the most caring one even towards the likes of Rorschach. Billy Crudup does a decent take on the emotionless and naked Dr Manhattan. Much of his big blue dong was blurred off by Malaysian censorship much it was better than cutting his scene entirely. Jeffrey Dean Morgan's take on the Comedian was pretty spot on as well, bringing to life him and all his psychopathy. Matthew Goode pulled off a humble yet megalomaniac Ozymandias. My biggest complaint has to be Malin Ackerman's Laurie Jupiter. She can not act. People complain about Katie Holmes in Batman Begins. Well, wait until the watch Ackerman in Watchmen. Holmes is Oscar compared to her.
A lot of the scenes from the graphic novel was difficult to read even for me. This is because of the way the story was told, over narrations, shifting back and forth between places, times and character. So I imagined it would have been difficult to put on screen, but yet they pulled it off. Dr Manhattan's origin story was the one which worried me, but it actually came off even clearer for me in cinematic form. Snyder also seemed to up the violence factor a notch, with the prison riot scene looking much more brutal than the graphic novel. I also think that those Nite Owl scenes are either blatant rip-off from Batman Begins / The Dark Knight or just respectful homages. I would like to think it is the latter, because from Nite Owl's movements right down to the accompanying soundtrack, I felt like I was watching Batman Begins / The Dark Knight all over again.
I actually found myself liking the movie on the second watch, because it was at this point that I decided I did not want to anticipate what scene comes next or how its done compared to the comic, but to just watch it for the moment like an average cinema goer would. I felt myself more drawn into each scene because of this. Like the sadness felt at Dr Manhattan's origin story. The 'oh-shit' moments of realising the fate of the missing child Rorschach was looking for. But Ackerman's scenes took me away from everything. Her crying after the revelation in the comic was heart wrenching, but in the movie, she could not even shed a tear.
The biggest buzz about the movie is the change in the ending. I actually felt this was better than the graphic novel. Considering the current times, people are not going to buy or be scared about an alien invasion. Too many bad alien movies in recent times have probably cheapened this effect. So they did a wise decision by turning that threat into Dr Manhattan, and this still flows very well with the rest of the story. It seems more logical and devious of Ozymandias at the same time. Hats off to the filmmakers.
Watchmen continues on the trend that I am very glad to see. Comic book movies are becoming more than just cheesy fun. They are much more deeper and complex than that. Watchmen is an awesome movie, so many layers and themes, that one cannot watch this as mere entertainment, but must open their minds to actually think what is being put forward. If you want easy comic book fun, go watch Punisher Warzone I suppose. I love Watchmen just fine.
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| IT IS COLD DOWN SOUTHAbout a month ago, I set into motions a series of event that would be lead me to another significant point in my life. Where I would be witnessing Coldplay live in Singapore.
Being cheapskate, I decided to save on an additional night stay of Sunday night and took the night train from Seremban down to Singapore. The last train ride I took down to Singapore was not all the pleasant as it was a sleeping bunk. I could not get enough sleep in those bunks mainly because the trajectory of the bunk movement was on a vertical plane. So this time around I opted for a 2nd class seat. Staying true to my Internet advocacy nature, I decided to get my tickets online through the KTMB website. I must admit that I like this new e-Ticket service. I like that I do not have to drive to a train station to buy a ticket over the counter. I like that by purchasing online using my credit card, I get more points. I like that I can select which coach and which seats I am purchasing. I like that I can get a return ticket for just RM56 (RM30 for the 2nd class night train seats and RM26 for the 2nd class day train seats). I like that I know all my ticketing details and the chances of screwing up the date and time is minimised unlike last time.
 KTM has moved with the changing times and now have 42' LCD TVs in their coach.
By the time I reached Johor Bahru at 5.30am, my chances of sleep were gone. The air-conditioning through the night had now reached a freezing point and the only way for me to any sleep would have to involve me freezing, losing consciousness and drifting into eternal slumber from hypothermia. Of course, I did not, because now the train was being boarded by the Singapore-working Malaysians on a Monday morning rush and sleep was impossible. At this point I also realised that the cold was effecting my bladder. Upon reaching Woodlands customs, I felt a sense of relief because a urinal would not be too far away. As I watched out the window of the train, I saw people literally leaped off the train before it even stopped. These people were rushing to beat the queue at immigration counter. My heart sank but fortunately not my bladder yet, because I now had to queue with the Monday morning rush. It took some time, and some incredible strength, but that moment in the toilet after the long queue was the best thing that happened this entire journey.
I finally made it to Singapore and started to make my way about the Singapore transit system. The last time I got off from the railway station in Tanjong Pagar, I took my friends on a great hike to the Tanjong Pagar MRT station. This time I was a little more daring and tried the bus. The bas stand was not too far from the station, thought it took my one walk around the block to realise this. Boarding bus no. 131 and one stop later, I was at Tanjong Pagar MRT station. I probably could have walked there, but I wanted the adventures of boarding unfamiliar bus at unfamiliar place heading in unfamiliar direction. MRT are usually my favourite because its nearly impossible to get lost. From here I make it to Little India where my hostel is located.
If you recall, I was staying at The InnCrowd hostel a few years back, located also in the nearby facinity. This time I wanted to give a different backpacker hostel a try, Footprints Backpacker Hostel. These guys were offering a bed at S$18, and since I was keeping to my 'cheap' plans, it suited me just well. Now first impression is this hostel is brand spanking new. Walls looked freshly painted. As with the hostels I have seen, their setup is simple (and you know me that I like simple), with just a small living area for watching movies on a 42' LCD TV and 4 PCs with free Internet access (and not limited like InnCrowd). They give me a clean pillow case and a bedsheets and let me have any unoccupied bed in room 02-02. Footprints may not be as happening or as cozy as InnCrowd (who could forget foosball with the Brazillian girls at InnCrowd?), but if all you need is a good nights quiet sleep (with help of some ear plugs and eye shades because it is still a shared domitory) with clean toilets even for shared ones, Footprints fits the bill. One other thing I must admit about it, is that the review I read was accurate - the shower pressure here are strong enough to wash an elephant. Highly recommended for everyone who gets kicks out of strong showers.
While I had no intention of exploring much of Singapore this time around, I still took the time to meet up with my cousin Chin. For breakfast, we had the usual breakfast for champions, nasi lemak. This meal is similar to the Big Mac, whereby the taste never seems vary no matter where you are, which is a great assurance. Since I was staying around Little India, it is just opposite of the Sim Lim Plaza, the Singaporean counterpart to Low Yat Plaza. I still had to remain true to my geek nature. For the agenda, I would only be on the look out for classic games, which is scarsely available over on our shores. Since all our games (the legal ones that is) come in through Singapore, I thought I would have a better chance of spoting oldies here. I was not wrong, as I managed to find even the likes of Warcraft 2 on the shelves. But when a game that old is going for S$30 while Warcraft 3 Battlechest is at S$70, the logical Malaysian (and probably Asian) financial mentality is going to kick-in and say it is just not worth it. And it is just not worth it, as even a Singaporean such as my cousin is forced to agree.
With an early afternoon still clear of activities, I set out to plot my path to the Singapore Indoor Stadium. It may not be as daunting as it sounds, but considering I had no idea where that was, other than a spot on the map, it was necessary for me to this carry out. A land survey. A recon mission. A scouting party. On the advice of my cousin, I take the MRT to Kallang and attempt to get a bus from there. The number 11 bus from Kallang takes me where I need to go, but its frequency leaves a lot to be desired. If it was going to be this long, it is going to affect my later afternoon plans - recovering last night's lost sleep. It arrives eventually and I get to the stadium. I was surprised to find that for a huge sellout concert, the surrounding atmosphere looked strangely quiet. Too quiet. I even asked the counter girl to be sure there was a concert tonight. Over our brief conversation (which did not involve me getting her number), she advised against the number 11 from Kallang, and suggests the number 16 from Penang Road just outside the Dhoby Ghaut MRT station. MRT stations are like save game points for me in Grand Theft Auto. It helps me get back my bearing and offer me a safety point to carry on my journey. So I was delighted to find out as I got off the number 16, that it was just a few stops to Dhoby Ghaut MRT station. And Dhoby Ghaut is just one stop way from Little India. So I managed to get back to Footprints. After some (but not that much) shut eye, I get set for the concert.
Having discovered the number 16 from Penang Road earlier, I decided to take the bus from the place which I got off from. It was 6.30pm and I knew I was going to be there early, get to check out the crowd (and by crowd I mean chicks), possible buy a T-shirt, meet up with Bernard, grab a meal and nicely settle in way before the show starts. But by 7.00pm, the bus looked it was nowhere near the stadium or even heading in that direction. I started to worry. It even took me all the way to the bus interchange where I had to get off, and get on another same number bus. This was not right, but I feared to deviate from my present course. I had no doubt this bus goes to the stadium, but the question was 'when'. So I stayed on the bus and had a tour of its route. And then it came back a bus stop opposite of the one I board at Penang Road. It finally hit me, that I board the right bus on the wrong side. I just sat through its entire route. I was panicking as I watched my clock inch closer to 8pm. I did noticed some school girls boarding while talking about Coldplay. I knew they were headed there too, but why were they not panicking like me? Did they know something I did not? I was busy messaging Bernard updates on my location, while he was kind enough to get me my so-called dinner ready upon my arrival. An arrival that I feared would be delayed further as I saw the queues of vehicles heading to the stadium.
Like the experience in the morning, I was greatly relieved as I finally got off the bus. But I still found people calmly walking towards the stadium like they had all the time in the world. Bernard had already given up on me and was already seated inside. I made a last minute check to see if I could still get T-shirts, but alas they were all sold out. As I quickly made my way towards the stadium entrance, the lights went out. No, Coldplay were not on stage, but I wanted to check out the opening band. I quickly settled down, hungry, thirsty and lacking sleep as I watched Mercury Rev play. These guys were impressively tight. Eventhough I knew nothing about them (I did not even know their full band name until after I got back from Singapore), I decided to just enjoy their music. They play with lots of energy and I was cheering them on regardless. The lady beside me must have thought I was a fan and asked me who they were. I just knew they were Mercury-something at that point.
 Mercury Rev on stage. But from this photo, I might as well have told you it was Coldplay and you would have believed me. Bernard was there and he thought Coldplay had started playing. Mercury Rev plays a great half an hour before leaving the stage at about 8.30pm, and the hall is lighted back up. I was now thinking this was my chance to get my meal, but the impending thought that Coldplay could show up any minute kept preventing me from doing so. Any minute was not an accurate way to describe it, as I found a lot more minutes passing by. I also wanted to be polite by not leaving my seat and disturbing my row ( I was seated all the way in the corner ). So I remained contended to just crowd watching to pass the time despite the hunger and thirst I was going through. I was pleasantly surprised when they played U2's Magnificent over the speakers as the stage was being prepared.
Not long after, Blue Danube is blaring over the speakers. As with my apt timing, I decide to call Bernard to get my dinner. Except that the music was getting louder and I could hardly speak over the phone. As Blue Danube hits its end note, the stadium lights go off, and the rising opening tune from Life In Technicolor begins. Coldplay live in concert was officially starting! I lost all sense of hunger, thirst and tiredness from that moment on. This was one of my favourite songs from their Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends album and I was shouting along to it. Coldplay were on stage. Behind them, the giant replica painting from the album cover.
 Living Life In Technicolor behind the veil
They then go on to climb Violet Hill and I was punching the air to their beats, sing "if you love me, won't you let me know!". I definitely knew. Following that Chris takes the piano and starts the opening for Clocks. This was old school Coldplay and the crowd loved it as well. When Chris Martin is on the piano, he looks like he is having an awesome fits. They then decide to take a slower, but no less passionate with In My Place. "Yeah, how long must you wait for it?". Around the corner of the stage, I start catching a glimpse of giant yellow ballons being prepared. This can only mean one thing - Yellow! The crowd goes wild, many probably remember when the guys were here last time bringing the hit that made them big. I envy the people in tier1 seats as they get to play with giant yellow ballons. What more if the ballons were popped, confetti explodes over the crowd. And no, Digi did not sponsor any of those ballons. Chris and the band even has some fun with the ballons, but had a harder time trying to burst them.
 Don't call Coldplay yellow, okay?
I was surprised when they started playing Glass Of Water from the Prospket's March EP, and clearly the crowd was not too familiar with the song either. But it was one of the songs I loved off that EP and went the chorus came and Jonny Buckland explodes on the guitar, I was into it completely. "Neither half full or empty is your glass!". This follows with Cemeteries of London. I tried hard prepare myself to remember the lyrics to the songs on the album, but the best I could go was "singing la-la-la-la-lay". When Chris takes the piano again and starts singing "those who are dead are not dead", I flipped again because 42 has one of the best switch in tune I have heard. You thought this was a mellow song, then it heads of in a different direction as I sang along "you thought you might be a ghost, you didn't get to heaven but you made it close"!
By this point I must have used up a lot of energy to jumping, punching, thumping to every single song, and yet they start on the organ note of Fix You. The moment I heard it, I was shouting "fix it, Chris!". As a stadium rock song, this is like an athem. When everybody was singing "tears stream down your face, I promise you that I will learn from my mistakes" it felt like we were all on the brink of tears, crying out in the same way seeking forgiveness from that unknown person. Yet the hope of redemption shines as "lights will guide you home". At this point emotions were at a high, so they bring us back down to earth in the cherry mood of Strawberry Swing.
Later on, the band makes their way to the platform closer to the crowd. Drummer Will Champion sets himself up in front of an electric drums, starting hitting away and the band breaks into a techno version of God Put A Smile On Your Face and Talk. Talking in techno certainly puts a smile on my face. The rest of the band takes a break for the stage while Chris takes on his piano solo with singing a tortured The Hardest Part and a quiet Postcards From Far Away. On the stage, I could see that they had pulled out the bells. Jerusalem bells! The next song could only be Viva La Vida! When I said the crowd goes wild earlier, this is an understatement, because when Viva La Vida starts, the crowd pratically losses it. This is THE sing-along song because everybody knows the lyrics. But for me, this is song has profund lyrics, and when I sing along to it, I am singing a song of self-denial and the death of pride even to myself.
 Intimate like its techno
I would have thought that banging on the bells like the way Champion did, he should have been pretty drained. But no. Will Champion is one enourmous ball of energy as he goes on pounding the drums for Lost. "I'm just waiting till the shine wears off" from Will Champion! After all the energy, Coldplay decides to get warm and friendly with the crow and they make their way over to the tier2 crowd. Not me, mind you, but enough for me to get a really good view of them from across the stadium. They do acoustics for Speed of Sound followed by Chris giving some spotlight to the rest of his band members. Jonny and Will gets a lot love, but just not enough for Guy. Chris goes on to introduce the great singing voice of Will Champion as he sings Death Will Never Conquer. Yes, this was the free track offered for download on their site about the time the album was being promoted. Yes, I know an obscure Coldplay song. Good for me. Then they cover I'm A Believer and everybody including the crowd as a fun time singing.
 Coldplay plays warmly in the crowd.
With enough rest from doing acoustic songs, they head back to the stage. Chris set ups on the piano again and the stage explodes into blazing lights, drums and piano for Politik. Scream "open up your eyes! and "give me love over this!" After all that anger and political angst, it is more love with Lovers In Japan. The video montage played on the stage reminds me so much of U2's Window In The Sky. It is a spectacular show of lights, video, music and confetti! Butterfly-shaped luminous coloured confetti is rained down from the sky! Chris takes shelter from the rain under his Japanese umbrella. Chalk it up for another awesome stadium number. And I am even more envious of the tier1 people for the butterflies.
 Let love 'reign'!
After all that loving, they build to the rising tune of Death And All His Friends, with guitar riffs which I loved and indulged in as well. Singing "I don't want a cycle of recycle revenge!". With this song, Coldplay leaves the stage. And as anybody knows, we are just waiting for encore. The way the crowd calls for encore is by singing the wooaa part from Viva La Via. How can Coldplay not comply. In just a few minutes they are back on playing The Scientist. I loved this songs as well. Oh heck, at this point I love any song Coldplay plays. "Nobody said it was easy!" to dislike any Coldplay. And then the song I having wanting to hear, again, Life In Technicolor II! "Oh love don't let me go!" because "Now my feet won't touch the ground!". Truly an awesome way to open and finish the concert.
 Viva La Coldplay
I have not been to many concerts, but that was one of the best concerts I have been to. The pure energy, as everybody coming together like a single entity was amazing. The music. The sights. Chris is a sings with such a confident humility. Will Champion is ball of fire. Jonny Buckland is playfully-looking awesome. Guy Berryman is a cool cucumber. U2 is the standard of the world's greatest band, and their concerts are amazing, but Coldplay is well on to joining their ranks. I can only hope for the best of the career of Coldplay, as they continue to make great music. I will surely be back for another round, when there is another round.
Oh, and I did manage to address my hunger and thirst after meeting Bernard after show. I had not eaten since 11am and it was then 11pm. For Coldplay, I fast 12 hours.
This concludes another great adventure down south and another great concert attended. One for the financial reports:
Coldplay concert ticket from SISTIC - S$191
Sleepless 8 hour by train journey to Singapore with return ticket - RM51
1 night stay at Footprints Backpacker Hostel - S$18
Bus ride in unknown direction and panicking - S$5 and 20 minutes off my lifespan
Watching Coldplay live - priceless.
For everything else there is my RHB MasterCard.
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