Now my feet won't touch the ground

Dear Mr. Coldplay Sir,

I'm writing just to thank you for the most incredible night of my life on Wednesday. After three years of regret for not seeing you in Singapore, I finally managed to catch you, even though the location is a little bit further than that.

I went to a country very foreign to me, I know shit about Hong Kong. I traveled by air, had to wait six hours in Singapore for the connecting flight, and twitched probably dozens of muscles for carrying my luggage.

Hours of flight and train rides (and well, two shopping bags) later, there I was standing in your concert. You played song by song while I was trying to sink in that I really was seeing you live in front of me.

Your gig was more than amazing. I think it's brilliant to walk all the way from the stage to the back of the arena just to let people in the back-row balcony stand a little bit closer to you.

Your cover of Neil Diamond's I'm A Believer was very entertaining, especially when Mr. Martin asked each one of you, and all of us, are we in love.

Yes I am.

And the part when you told us to create a cellphone wave from one end of the arena to the other? Nothing beats that.

Well, actually something did beat that. The Scientist. Making it as your encore song, I think, is the one of the concert's highlight. You sang it ever so beautifully as usual, and it made the trip even more worthwhile. I forgot my flu, my strained muscle, everything.

Your move to open the concert with Life in Technicolor and end it with Life in Technicolor II was very smart. Indeed, "still, it's such a beautiful night."

The Sakura confetti during Lovers in Japan was tremendous, and of course, another confetti during Yellow didn't hurt either.

Not to forget, Viva La Vida and Fix You. I know those songs are played everywhere in corners of the world, but I never get tired of them. I still have goosebumps now every time I think of those two songs in the concert.

I can go on and on and on about the concert, only to write every synonym of "incredible."

Sir, I came all the way from Jakarta with my equally clueless friend, and I thank you for making my trip worthwhile by giving the most memorable night in my life by far.

I'll see you again the next time you're here, that's a promise.

First for the new layout

Hello, March.

Some little updates before today's work kicks in. It's almost 10.30 now and practically no one's here yet in my office. I should've taken this opportunity to either clean my desk or my desktop.

So I and Bangun celebrated our anniversary last weekend. First of all, four years. Again, made me think, who could've thunk. What started in 2005 has managed to stay this long.

I hope the fact that we haven't been tangled in a civil war for around the last year is a good sign of where we are going. Which I don't really know where. All I know is that I've been having nothing but jolly good days in this.

Anyway, moving on. Today's the first official open campaign day, and it's gonna go on for for the next three weeks. Expect, above all, hellish traffic. I'm not a follower of any of those political parties, but it's sometimes entertaining seeing how they try to outdo each other to either make the best or most out-of-this-world promises.

As a skeptic, I don't believe in job creation for all, a better change for the country, nor improvement of the less-privileged.

Unemployed people will always be there, hence criminality and poverty. Therefore, what change are you hoping for, dear politicians?

If you want change, give all those mudflow victims what they deserve.

Anywho. I'll stop being a bitter activist. Blog done, Facebook done, now it's time to sort my music folders. Be back with some other mumblings!