Chapter 6
May 3, 2000
Dear Diary,
Oh gosh! I can't believe this... in just approximately 14 hours Westlife are finally arriving here... this is just so... ARGH! It's almost 12 in the morning and I'm still not sleepy yet. I'm just listening to the radio. As I'm writing this down, Westlife are probably in their own beds, snoozing away or whatever. I really hope I can meet them. It would be so... amazing. I could die as a happy person if I ever meet them. Everything is still so tentative, and the things that I'm only sure of are the places that they'll be going to. It's really so easy here in the Philippines when you're a foreigner. You get loads of special treatment even if its unfair. I got all the info from BMG. I went over there to their office, and I was just trying to know their schedules. Someone introduced me to this lady, who I think takes care of the schedules and appearances Westlife will be having here. And she gave me the whole schedule! I even know what time they'll be having their lunch break! Best of all, she gave me... BACKSTAGE PASSES to their concert! She even gave me some posters and a cd. Such special treatment huh? I was suddenly like a VIP, just because I was a foreigner. Sure, I've been here for more than 5 years already. We moved here ever since I was 11. I really don't look forward to living here for the rest of my life. Sure, it's nice, warm and sunny compared to the UK where it's usually bloody freezing. I don't know why, I guess I’m just really homesick. I could never really learn to call my home here in the Philippines home. I really miss Europe. I miss my friends. Sure, it's been five years, but we still keep in touch. Everyone in the UK who I know have already met or seen Westlife for at least 5 times or more already! Wait... what the heck am I complaining for? I'm going to see them tomorrow! Well, if I wake up in time for it that is.
Bryan's journal
Thursday, May 4, 2000
Everyone's asleep now as I'm writing this down. No, I'm not in the toilet anymore, just in case you're wondering! We're on a plane, going to the Philippines. I'm quite excited, I've never been there before. But of course, there's also anxiety. I mean, what if Ronan said was true about them Filipinos, I wouldn't really mind much. I mean, they've got a lot of good in them anyway but he said they could get a bit wild. Just for their sake, I hope nobody gets hurt. I am big enough to defend myself you know. And I'm a bit used to the occasional pulling (no, not that kind of pulling! The literal one!) and scratching... I did get my hair pulled out once in a certain country! I laughed about it, even if it hurt like hell. I couldn't really get angry at those girls could I? I mean, they just want a piece of us that's all... but I wish it didn't have to mean pieces of our body! Then after that hair-pulling catastrophe, someone stole my bag! Well, at least they returned it the next day. This is really such a mad life... but it's funny if you look at it. The flight is two hours long... well, one more hour to go. Since it's our first trip there, it's sort of a promotional and concert tour. We'll be appearing in a few tv shows, radio shows, etc. On the last night, we'll have a concert, then we're off to Taiwan, Korea, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, Bahrain, India, then we're heading home to Ireland. I'm really torn into saying, "I can't wait to finish this tour and have my week long break" and "I can't wait to visit the other countries." I don't know why. Who knows? Maybe the great love of my life is waiting for me, somewhere out there... yeah right! Come on, Bryan! Snap out of it! I’m beginning to get tired of being on this journey of mine, constantly looking for Miss Right. Speaking of searching for love, Mark kind of surprised me last night. He knocked on the door and asked Nicky and me to go to the bar with him. Nicky declined, he said he was waiting for a call from Georgina. I was kinda knackered, but I went with him anyway. I do have the reputation of party-animal to live up to you know! Anyway, I thought he wanted to talk about something, probably to drone on and on about being homesick. To my surprise, he started chatting up loads of women, leaving me there like an idiot. And when I said loads, I really mean LOADS! It really surprised me, coz he'd usually talk to one or two. I don’t know what got into him, so I just finished my drink and went upstairs. He didn't even realize I was gone! I really didn't feel like chatting up anyone. Hmm... looks like Mark and I are switching places! Could something be wrong with me? I mean, for the past few days I don't feel like talking to women. Maybe I'm sick or something! Ha ha! Well, maybe I'm tired of searching... I know! I'll just stop looking! I mean, if it comes, it comes right? If it was meant to be, fate will find and make a way. Maybe I'm looking too heard, that's why I can't see. The love that I'm waiting for is probably just near... who knows?