Flew to Singapore to see One Direction. I have no words except for FUCK FINALLY FUCKING FINALLY!!! I love you, Harry Styles. I LOVE YOU, POCKET LOUIS.
FUCK, I LOVE ONE DIRECTION.
1 down, two (or three!!!) more shows to go.
Time check: 02:22AM. I should be sleeping by now (cause duh, I’m THAT person who will always choose sleep) but I think I had too much coffee and tea today. Anyway, I just came back from watching The 1975 (Again??? Yes, again.) and boy, was it one hella hot mess. In a good way, of course. I mean, whatever Matty was on, I want some of that.
This photo was taken last Friday after we bumped into them at the loo. Fuckin hell this band, we always bump into them.
Anywhooo some photos from the concert.
Guess who didn’t get the memo???!!!! “Dude, you gonna dress in black from head to toe?” Heh. Shoutout to Keeshia and Kyle for our free tickets!
(I just realised that I saw The 1975 four times already. Thrice in Manila and once in Singapore. Wow, this band must be special.)
Last August, Ms. Steph and I were talking about Karpos bringing Bastille here. Next thing we knew, we were all running backstage and Bastille were playing on stage. Have nothing to say, really, but the whole thing was quite unforgettable. Top night, innit?
ANYWAY. Some photos!
And here’s Dan eating balut. “Can I put it on pizza?”