There’s something about That Boyband Concert

Hello boys and girls :D!

As I was telling everyone sometime back, the impossible became possible when I bought two tickets for a concert by this Taiwanese boyband that goes by the moniker 5566.



B3 nearly puked when I said I think I’m more hamsen. Damn.


I have to be frank here: B3 is absolutely crazy over 5566, but I think they look sissy I’m not really that enthusiastic about them. When B3 told me that the name 5566 is supposed to represent the 5 (or was it 6?) talents the boys have, I wanted to roll my eyes but thought the better of it because she might dig them out (the eyes, not the boys). I have a violent but adorable girlfriend, heh heh :) . . . .

But I got a feeling that I’ve made a terrible mistake the moment I reached Singapore Expo: There must be like gazillions of rabid 5566 fans making their way into the concert hall, and for a moment, I was reminded uncomfortably of the scene in Lord of The Rings when the orcs swarmed into the Goondu castle, or something like that.



Si Gina! You dare call who Goondu?!?!


Anyway, we managed to make our way to our seats without any injuries. I looked around, and discovered that basically, Taiwanese boyband concert goers can be classified into 3 broad categories:


1) The hormonally-charged, screaming, adoring female fan in her teens

2) The hormonally-charged, screaming, adoring middle-aged aunty

3) The bored boyfriend with that perpetual “I-am-sibeh-sian” face



Just in case you’re wondering, this is not me, but just some nameless guy on the net. Don’t be goondu lah!


I’m proud to announce I don’t belong the any of the above 3 categories because firstly, I’m not female, and secondly, I don’t want to sulk the entire night away. There’s no point in attending a concert unwillingly, because you’ll technically be subjecting yourself to a very slow, very painful, and not to mention very expensive 3.5 hours. There’s much better things you can do with that time, such as watching Barney reruns on TV.

With that in mind, I went in with the idea of enjoying myself. We even bought those light sticks so we can wave them around when the concert starts. And when I did that, walau, I felt like a hormonally-charged, screaming, adoring female fan in my teens.

The concert finally started after awhile, and I nearly went deaf. The adoring female fans were really in the mood, what with their ear-bursting screams, signboards that proclaims ‘I Want To Marry You’, and the amazing ability to memorize every lyric word for word.

I think they are damn athletic too, because they all stood and waved like crazy every time the boys appear on stage.

To their credit, the boys really put in a lot of effort into the concert. There must be like at least five hundred costume changes, and six thousand dance steps to remember. Their vocals are not that strong, but let’s face it: that’s not what most people are there for. They were there to entertain, and if the glazed look on that nearby ah-mah is any indication, they achieved their objectives I guess. I just tried my best not to laugh too loud when they appeared in their cannot make it eh, weirder costumes, while riding bicycles and shooting hoops.



Better don’t laugh at us, if not we hoot you then you know ah!


Anyway, the most amazing sight that night was not the numerous stunts the boys did. There was this couple who was sitting a couple of rows ahead of us, and somehow, the guy who most probably had a ‘I-am-sibeh-sian’ expression somehow managed to sleep the concert through despite all the screaming. I think he was either very sleepy, or wearing ear-plugs or something. Because he was in such a deep slumber, I guess he was also obliviously to the wailing arms of his obviously excited girlfriend.

As I was saying, it was quite an enjoyable show (I can’t believe I just typed that), and we knew it was going to end when the boys gamely came out for the prearranged encore (B3 and I knew it was prearranged because we saw the backstage crew bringing in the drums even before the crowd started screaming encore). We also noticed that the I-am-sibeh-sian-so-I’ll-pretend’I’m-sleeping guy was gone. His girl was gone too. I just hope they left not because they quarreled, but because they needed to go to the washroom badly, or forgot to put parking coupons or something.

All in all, it was a fun experience. B3 even said I cheered louder than her. I think she said that because she was delirious or something.

If you ask me, I guess I find enjoyed it because, well, it’s always the company that counts ;)

Signing off, Barneysaurus