it's monday and my glorious plastification weekend is taking a toll on me. my tongue is acidic, my stomach refuse to take in proper food and me and marlboros are inseparable. which makes me realise that i cannot live the life of a rockstar. a coupla boozing-out sessions and already i'm like this. we haven't even throw drugs in the mix yet.

got teiqula on saturday night and it was a vodka day yesterday. i was at this gig in a bar yesterday with poo and her posse. apparently, they were there to give their boss support. he's the frontman of a band. brit alternative influence lar, i think. coz he had hair like brett anderson. so i tagged along.

and i saw OMAR! okay maybe not omar mars volta lar but i saw a guy with the same exact hair as him and wearing that tinted glasses... damn boy why you gotta be so fine. oops! not boy, sorry. he's 28 and he was playing bass/guitar for three bands last night and he happened to be the best friend of poo's boss. how funky. all through the night, i was itching to go up to him and ask him whether he's trying to be cedric or omar from the mars volta. coz he really look it, you know! but didn't get my chance coz he had to perform.

it was a rock gig. pretty groovy since they were playing alternative tracks in between the performances. the only bad thing about the line-up is those bloody australians. yes, that band! that mcdonald's ad band. shan't say the name of the band. and they actually had groupies with them. sheesh. poo was telling me all of them groupies are way way underage.