Our entry tickets.

Hehe. Remember the yellow umbrella Zoorah?

Alrightey, all was well actually. It was not as compact as before. At the very least, we got breathing space but the humidity never left our skin when we entered the un-ventilated room. Then there was this Indian guy drunk inside moshing - Shessssh - fortunately Zaireel was there. He acted as our wall, away from that one hell of looney. Haha.

And yah I recalled the basist. Heez, he was so driven playing his guitar. Like he kept flaunting it and circling all over that the guitar always ALMOST hit the vocalist's ( Hafiz ) head - and at one point it did la. Ahakz. So funny.

Considering a performance we waited 4hrs for, it was well worth it though.

The outside of the scene. Not as much ppl la yesterday.

Okay. Sick and tired of our shoes? Bleah..
We DUN CARE hehehe.

Soaked even before entering.

Eh eh, wanna step gangster only eh! hmm.

We were honestly extremely shagged cum sleepy.

We didn't snap pictures in the room itself. It was too dark la. We tried, but only manage to capture silhouettes. Haha.

That's it people.

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- LianaLin -