“if Pac-Man had affected us as kids, we’d all be running in dark rooms, munching pills && listening to repetitive electronic music.”— Marcus Brigstocke. (via candyandirony) (via leviandthedinosaurs) (via novarez)
Hey! its 4:03am here and i already had a fast sleep. now, been doing a task about making a crossword. my internet connection has been down for hours and somehow it’s good on ‘early’ days. it fucked me up
i used to be a big fan of punk-pop bands, or maybe you should call them bands-with-charming-members-which-teenagers-adore. things like that lah. but since 2010, i guess i had lost my luck on them.
first show on 2010, BLG at Jakarta on Jan 31 successfully cracked my heart because i couldn’t watch them here. i know it’s because of my parents, they didn’t give me a permission but i tried to stay calm and cried when no one was around. since i knew they were about to get here to Jakarta, i was like really excited, couldn’t imagine how fun would that be, busy arranging things to get them notice me. (i already bought the ticket!!!!) and then i knew, it would never happen.
Second, a Cobra Starship live show here in Jakarta oh my goodness they were like my favorite band ever, i loved them since i’m a 9 grader. knowing they’d be here was like the-only-thing-i-ever-wanted. and again, i’ve got to receive a huge crack on my heart. the cobras show was on March 23rd and i had bought a presale tix on Jan. but on mid Feb, i found out that my school held a study tour to Bromo Jogja on March 22nd - 25th. you’d never imagine how i darned i felt, all of those excitements, those plans i made, they seemed to freeze with a big crack on the middle. plus, my bestfriend. she was like able to watch them and still went to this damn study tour. she watched cobra and then flew to Jogja to join us. When i arrived to Jogja, i saw her, and her oh-my-they-were-so-great-you-are-so-regretting-for-not-seeing-them-and-i-think-im-about-to-blurred-everything-out face. trust me, fella, that’s what your face looked like. i really wanted to cry. i held it so bad and released it when i showered. soon, i put a cold face and decided to just runaway to another friend. if you, my friend, read this which i’m sure you won’t, please, please don’t feel bad about me.
Last, the first crack happenned to my heart was in 2009, a Panic At The Disco show, gaaaaaaah, i loved them so much that time, and i was like wanted to do a back flip when i saw someone’s msn pm (msn was really cool at that time) but i couldn’t come cause i had just gone to a music festival named JakartaJam. it’s my parents again, who failed me. then i decided to hunt them to their hotel but no luck, they were so rude, they didn’t even greet us. i have waited for like 10 hours, goofing around the hotel in 2 days. but still, i can’t even see their nose edge! since that time, i hate patd. hate hate hate.
well, that was my heartbreaking experiences and i don’t know if a paramore or a simple plan or a bfs show could heal my torn into pieces heart.