"The rush of impersonal pressures to scribble a sad looking version of my own name on a napkin, a business card, a ticket stub, whatever, come flooding in. Within seconds my surrounding airspace is sucked into a vacuum rightfully reserved for teen people and tiger beat subscribers, who peel away not knowing anymore about me or themselves, except that this encounter might land them in tomorrow’s “look who I met” column. Did you really meet me? Or did your ticket stub meet my pen? Did we have a conversation? Or did you squander our time teaching someone how to take a poorly lit low-resolution photograph of you and I in the same frame?"
he seems pretty jaded tho. got that from his website. it's so depressing but well written.
apparently he allows video-taping of his concert tho. so i hope that means i can bring in my camera! it hell better be so! because i've been deleting many lovely memories to make space for him. hurr.
anyways, spent the morning watching my favourite morning programs this holiday - that 70's show and surreal gourmet. then dived into the most disgusting task of Cleaning My Room. today was only phase one - Clean My Wardrobe. but it sapped so much out of me. rah. just turning
this 
and this
into
this
and this
took about two freaking hours. it's like packing a giant suitcase! without the excitement of going on a holiday. i was listening to jason mraz the whole time tho. haha to prepare for the concert!! omg i'm such a freak! but whatever man. ok. time to bathe and get ready!!!