I went to my first funeral today.

It was a moving experience. It hit me how simply one person can affect so many other people- there were more than 70 people in the room, all celebrating one person’s life. Whether one of the seventy spent 1 month or 30 years with that person, it was obvious we were all affected. I felt that, in my life, I never really have the time to stop and be alone with my thoughts, appreciating how lucky I am to have these people around me. I never really admire the qualities of a person until I spend time away from them, which is when I realise how exceptional he or she really is. Even people’s sole presence makes such a great impact on me.

Then again, it made me think about the whole concept of death. There seems to be a huge negative stigma around it, but everybody will have to face it one day or another. It made me think back to an article I read about death and how we should be more down to earth about it; it should be something we are comfortable to talk about in our daily lives.

I read a quote today that really hit home: “The more we are driven by love, the more free and selfless our actions will be”.

how amazing BBC were last night. Wow.

The atmosphere (other than the mosh pits which I tried to steer away from but instead got nearly crushed to death by) was incredible, especially because so many people around me knew all the lyrics and even the instrumental bits were sung like a human orchestra. The sound was amazing and they were so tight…. EURGH everything was so so good. And Lucy Rose and Lianne La Havas were incredible too.

What I don’t understand about moshing is… aren’t you spending most of the time trying not to be knocked over by people instead of actually listening to the music…? I didn’t pay to be shoved around slash falling down on someone slash trampled on slash butt sandwhiched. Oh well I guess it’s not everybody’s cup of tea.

Few highlights of the night:
-BEG. Not a fan of the track but when Jack started dancing to it and bashing on the drums/ waving around the drum sticks I was incredibly happy. Oh and during Always Like This when he looked like he was dying of happiness like the Reading video…
-Suren’s drum solo!!!
-What If. Man, the crowd was insane.
-The brass band- perfect touch to the tracks. OH and their MFT shirts HAHAHA
-When some guys next to us decided to keep their hands up to avoid “unnecessary vaginal tickling”
-Lights Out Words Gone, Always Like This, Open House, ECB, Evening/ Morning… ALL SO INCREDIBLE

…I sense post gig depression

I might just die of happiness and excitement while I slave over my French oral work tonight. 

BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR MORE THAN 2-3 YEARS ho ho ho ly ly ly crap crap crap 

FINALLY BOTHERED TO CHANGE UP MY TUMBLR YO 

so check it out if you’re bored or productively procrastinating like I am.

• Drove around some stranded hilly road in Siberia with my parents and for some reason it was in between Venezuela and Spain in my dream (WTF?!)
• I remember there was the most breath-taking view outside. But my mom insisted on Skyping my brother in the car instead of looking outside. THE VIEW WAS INSANE.
• I think we nearly got killed because the road was so narrow and cars were coming from the other direction. 
• Finally reached our destination which was some wooden house. Met up with some friends in my year and went to town (I dont even know why they were there, I was in freaking Siberia)
• I got a tattoo on the back of my left hand. It was a “G”. I think it cost about five pounds. It didn’t hurt at all. 
• Went for a shower because apparently it was graduation night and all the parents were here.
• When I went for the shower the tattoo somehow came off but I had a scar where the tattoo was. My skin was peeling too.
• Then SUDDENLY I was in a gig, I don’t know who was playing, but instead of being behind the barriers, my friends and I were at the backstage entrance but no one noticed. 
• A few of the people who snuck into backstage with us decided to run out into the space between the barriers and the stage, then got shoved behind the barriers by security.
• So basically my friends and I were stuck in this tiny entrance. A guitar tech noticed us and being the super friendly guy he was, he pointed to the stack of backstage passes in the corner.
• I picked one up and started roaming around. Somehow I had picked up the pass of the lead singer, so people were giving me weird looks.

That’s all I remember, which is pretty damn much for one dream. Anyways. It was WEIRD. 

Oh yeah and my left hand actually feels a little bit painful now.