a letter to a friend

dear fil,
it is so nice of you to drop by and jog our memories back to that day when we went to watch robbie williams in london.
u think i can still run and stand like 7 years ago??
standing in front of those steel barricades, being pushed from the back by those spaghetti strap wearing ladies (sweaty!!), being sprinkled with beer and having a performer jumped from the stage to the crowd. wow! that was the concert. and robbie williams?? man, it was not even his concert. it was a tribute concert for someone who had just died and he came on stage last. last as in after 11.00p.m. if i recall correctly. he stayed on stage for about 20 minutes and all those who had come to see him (all young girls) started getting into a frenzy lah in front.
i can't even remember the hall or place or the song he sang. fil, can remember?? (she is robbie's super fan).
after that, the fun continued. we sprinted all the way to the tube station, got off and then continued sprinting all the way to the bus station to catch the last bus to canterbury! waa...i could have sworn i flew at some parts and reached the terminal when the driver was checking to see if anyone else was in the terminal. while panting i told him, "i have another friend coming at the back." gasp, gasp, gasp. luckily we made it. phew. the next day was school day, i think, so two lethargic students with bruises on the bodies (being pushed to the barricades was no fun) had to drag themselves to class.
man, those were the days.
so i wonder if the malaysian crowd will be as aggressive and the standing zone will be so crowded. i guess we will see ya.
as for fil, well you have enjoyed your hanoi trip (ya??), so i will help you enjoy black eyed peas and scream on your behalf. ;P tell me what you wanna tell them. hahah.
love,
your ex-canterbury housemate