Dear Adam

THE MIDSUMMER STATION TOUR. Concert in Tennis Indoor Senayan, Jakarta, Indonesia. Approx. 8.00 PM. This was on November 14th, 2012. 

This is my reaction, or review, or letter. To Owl City. On here.




Dear Adam,



I don't understand. I cannot begin to fathom why it bleeds with rich abundance, why it hurts so much. I can't look for clues. I can't unveil the definite, the rational answer to my imploration, to my emotional dilemma—why I feel so strangely alone. I am left lonely and forlorn and I don't understand why because there are many, so many people, and yet my body controls me and isolates me in my frigid and murky mind. And even as I had waited  out to meet you—to ACTUALLY meet you—I was smothered with the worst of thoughts and the greatest of absurd and stupid dilemmas that didn't seem so much like that in the eye of a bystander. I did not deserve to see you and I was not destined to hear you but I had been ushered in, and all I became was a blubbering mess. Twice a camera clicked as I helplessly stained my cheeks with more tears. You reduced me to noisy mewls and whimpers I besought to silence. You were the reason why, too. Because. BECAUSE, for long you had been my savior. And I thank GOD for you.

I am stuck in the noise and the hallucinations and the temptations, and you give me hope, and blinding lights... and tears I easily taste on my lips. I couldn't see you well through my hands and my tears but you were there, and you were of enormous height and you were glowing with brilliant effervescence. I heard people gasp and my sobs worsened. I do not know why I am like this when everyone else is not. You had rained on me and nurtured me. Your music has done this to me. You grew me into something else again; I can feel it as light as a feather but also as heavy as the world. I can feel you. And GOD; if that is Him. My feet ached SO MUCH and I begged them not to, but I felt the necessity to jump for you and for everyone, along with the crowd, alongside the beautiful sound.

Yes, I had dreamt with eyes open that you were effervescent. You were glowing with the atmosphere of an angel, and it feels too surreal and I cry because I feel silly and rude and I somewhat hugged you or you somewhat hugged me.

You wore blue and white stripes. You wore—oh—a handsome face that even brought my mother gasping. You wore the orange, the purple, the red, the white, the blue, the green lights. You wore wings. You wore faith. You wore the air we gulped down. You quenched me with ecstasy. AND I still haven't resolved how you could pull apart the glued pieces of a haywire heart and stitch them back together with elite but humble words and glimpses, doing it all over again in that exact series of brusque but tiresome events.

For many moments I let my head hang and my eyes click shut, just for a moment, so I could bask in the moment while you, Breanne, Daniel, Steve, and Jasper gave me dreams and disasters. I have more and more to write, to you, but I've been silenced with awe and worry I still need to get rid of. Thank you. Singing and dancing in sync with you from the middle of the audience was love, war, and pure insanity. I'll try not to forget.

It leads to this. God bless you, Mr. Adam Young.



With gratitude and admiration,

Amber

The Magic of Owl City

Hi.

Last Wednesday, October 26, 2011, my father and I had attended a concert. And not just any concert. An Owl City concert.

It’s the All Things Bright and Beautiful Tour, baby.

Of course, I was pretty much stoked about the whole thing. I was going to watch Adam Young perform. And not to mention the beautiful band members (for the tour). We were already lined up when a woman started shouting out questions about Adam, and whoever answered them correctly would get a backstage pass. Now, guess what. I didn’t get a backstage pass. Seriously. I began to feel depressed about it as the line moved slowly. I almost freaking met Adam. It’s one of the reasons why I have Post Concert Depression right now.

Well, so, we entered the tent after several minutes. My father and I were able to stand at the left side of the stage, right in front. Two boys beside me (who were younger than me) were talking on about meeting Adam and getting him to sign stuff like a poster and their copy of the ATBAB album. I was vexed at myself by the time they were boasting about it to this girl (who I thought was also younger than me, but my father said she was older and just shorter), showing her their stuff-signed-by-Adam-Young stuff. I couldn’t help but be so envious about the fact that they had met him.

Eventually, the concert had officially started. I can’t express how magnificent it was. Adam started drumming, and Breanne Düren was basically in front of us. And, shoot, the lights! They flashed everywhere. I jumped almost the whole time, and flailed my arms everywhere. The people on stage were so alive and energetic that you could feel pangs of their energy bouncing off to you. I didn’t care that my eardrums felt like they were shattering and that my feet were aching from all the standing. I loved it when Adam would interact with the crowd. All were enjoying.

At the end, Adam sang If My Heart Was a House.

And everything felt perfect. I had tears streaming down my cheeks right when he sang the first line. Owl City has this positive impact on your life. If you have depression, I recommend you listen to Owl City. It’s a home. When no one is there, Owl City will most likely be. Life is a rollercoaster, true. Owl City is what keeps me hanging on. I wish Adam knew that he was my best friend.

Amber

My first concert ever... TAYLOOOORRRR!!!!!!!!

One word: Epic.

I promised you guys that this blog post will be my longest so far. So here YOU go.
THE CONCERT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!!!! Taylor made history and it was legendary. She was so beautiful! Cinderella can't even cover it.... She's Greek Goddess Aphrodite, people!!! Every single thing about the concert was great! Everyone, including me, was screaming and singing along the entire time. I never grew tired, well, except for my voice. Hehe. But that happened after the concert.
There was this big screen on the stage that made the stage so beautiful. I loved Taylor's dresses too. She whips her hair back and forth like crazy and everytime she did the crowd would go wild.

She sang all my favorite songs. She sang Fearless, Fifteen, Love Story and You Belong With Me from her Fearless album and she sang a lot from Speak Now. The designs coming out of the big screen were so pretty! I loved it when she sang Enchanted. She was wearing a long, white dress and the background was, well, so pretty! While she was singing You Belong With Me, she went down the stage! But she did not go too far. Oh well.

The experience was unforgettable and will always be. My mother did not record everything but I honestly do not care. I have it all in my head! All I have to do is play it all over again and again until I forget... but I do not think I will forget a single thing. I just wish that Taylor could have stayed a little longer and that she would have had a concert in Manila twice. Maybe more songs and hair-whipping. But I'm already happy and wonderstruck all over. Hehe. I love her so much.

Taylor sings about love, life and heartbreak. I love all of her songs. Her music. It's not like I'm glad when she gets dumped because she will write another song. Nah. I'm glad because she knows how to go on with it. She has pictures to burn and I guess that makes her feel better. Taylor is young and free but she is not stupid. Some people get dumped but they do not learn anything AT ALL. Taylor is nothing like that. She learns from her experiences. She never complains about getting tired of this and that. She is a friend. She is a role model.

Some people, especially human males, like Taylor just because of her outside appearance. But I do not think that is what matters. It's what's inside that matters. But thank God that everything about Taylor is beautiful. I will never forget this. There is no way Justin Bieber can do a better job. Taylor makes 41 years old feel like they are 12 years old. She is the essence of my sparkle. Forever and always...

My first concert ever. W-o-w. Thank you, Taylor, for teaching me to be fearless and to speak now.


"Never forget the essence of your sparkle."

Enchanted,
Amber

...♥

Taylor Swift got me having Swift Syndrome

Hello bloggers and outsiders!

Can't you believe that tomorrow is the day? I'm, like, mentally screaming in my head right now... well, half of my head is screaming and half is listening and singing along to Enchanted. Yep.
I just really can't hold the fact that she's coming here. It's so magical. I would be seeing sparks fly and I would be jumping up and down like I want to pee. I am sooo excited.

I love Taylor Swift. Well, countless of people already know that, but I love to remind.
Taylor Swift is, via Adam Young, a modern Cinderella. She truly is. She's actually perfect for the role. But, hey, who's Prince Charming? I'm match-making. Haha. Well, any of her ex-boyfriends can't apply because, well, they dumped her. Prince Charming has never done that. So, Prince Charming doesn't dump. Check. And Prince Charming is not blonde. He's brown-haired. Huh. I know someone who has that. Check. Prince Charming is dreamy. Check. Am I the only one getting the hint?
Since Adam Young described Taylor Swift as a modern Cinderella then can't he be her modern Prince Charming? It fits perfectly.

So as a summary, I'm so crazy about the Taylor Swift concert!!!! Oh and I think Taylor and Adam should be together. I guess you guys already knew that. :)

Enchanted,
Amber

Sick of Being Tired

Sick of being tired, sweaty armpits, finding chocolate on my hand and having lack of music in my ears.

I sweated bullets today.
Even though my classroom is "air-conditioned", the air-con always builds up ice in itself. We could have moved to another classroom today, but they were taken. Hmph. The only thing we could do was use fans or stop moving and talking or just suffer from the heat. The heat waves just made me more exhausted. It makes me want to go to the north pole without any furnace by my side. Just a lovely igloo. A strong igloo. Sigh.

I despise sweaty armpits, too. They leave this wet spot on the shirt you're wearing. It's so uncomfortable. Raise your arm while you're sweating and you'll regret it. Haha.

I forgot to say that I discovered chocolate on my hand yesterday during choir practice. It was probably from the chair I was sitting on. But I did not mind it that much because we had to focus. But I am also wondering if the chocolate came from somewhere else.... Impossible. Hehe.

Having lack of music in my ears bothers me. I can't get enough of Taylor Swift and Adam Young. Their voices just have this capacity or whatever to come out so dreamy and sometimes, they make me want to sleep while their songs are on replay. Especially, Adam. His songs make me want to sleep so bad. Haha. How can an insomniac do that? :) I would be sorry for his inability to sleep at times, but if he wasn't an insomniac, he wouldn't have made it where he is right now. If I could just ask him to do one favor for me and other Taylor Swift fans, I would ask him to cut his relationship with his unknown girlfriend (if they're still together or whatever) and be with Taylor Swift. Does he even get the hint? Has he ever listened to Enchanted? He should've..... I am just helping Taylor Swift. HAHA. You're welcome, Taylor.

OHMYGOODNESS. Taylor Swift's concert in Manila is COMING SO SOON! Yea! Oh, and there's the foundation day, too.

TGIF.

<3,
Amber