Stop making me angry. I'm not to be blamed for everything.

Everytime I get mad (I mean really angry because I don't get mad unnecessarily), I just wished I can turn green and morph into a Hulk and rip up everything in my way. And when I wake up the next morning, I'll be my normal human self again, look at the mess around me and think to myself, "Nyeh, I didn't do it" and walk off.

Bla.

Do you?

Chao.

Hi.

I was looking at pictures, not stalking. Okay maybe I was, but you're in my friends list in facebook already so stalking doesn't count. No?

Anyway, I stumbled onto your page and realised that you're still using the same -. I'm not sure whether you bought new ones but of the same kind or got your spoilt one fixed. Because I clearly remembered that you changed to new ones not long after but then again, I'm not sure.

I see your face and in an instant, I can easily recognise all your looks, I can hear the things you'd usually say, all in my head. I don't know. I guess I miss you but I'm not going to talk to you. Yet. I still want to marry you though. I think.

Okay this is meaningless.

Chao.

So here I am, topless and in front of Panther. Not to worry, my room door is locked already so my brother has no chance of coming in without me not knowing. He came in earlier when I was putting on my bra and he told me to lock the door next time. My brother.

I don't have the habit of locking my room door because my mum told me before, "You do not lock your room door unless you pay the house bills!" I see no link with house bills and room door, but I guess if she wants to walk in on me changing or watching pornvideos then by all means go ahead. Besides, I except people to know that they have to knock first before entering. It's called basic courtesy, or considerate or bothering, whatever that word is.

So yes, I just told you I don't lock my room door when I'm in the room, whatever I'm doing. You can come in whenever I'm changing, sleeping, dancing. I'm that nice. No?

I shouldn't be blogging now because I've to go get changed to get to work. Zakk, stop blogging. Speaking of which, I think my mum suspected I was actually going out having fun instead of working because I usually wear slippers to work and back home. When in actual fact, my working shoes are in my bag. I know man, she doesn't trust me anymore. And I don't blame her, I wouldn't trust me too.

So complicated, I know.

And one last thing.

Berpiakan.

Chao.

Meet my new baby, Silver Surfer.


It's 4.45am now and I'm just done syncing (almost)everything into him. Yes, Surfer's a him. And yes, you can call him Surfer for short instead of Silver Surfer. It's quite a mouthful.

Goodbye 2gb Zen Stone, sorry your foster mother had to let you go so soon. (It never belonged to me you see, it was my brother's. And because I'm my brother's sister, everything of his belongs to me. Yup, if you've got a sister in your household, everything that's supposed to be yours, it's actually hers too. Face it, we sisters rule yeah.)

And I just jizzed to watching SOAD live on Surfer. Ahh, the quality. So far, everything on ma iTunes have been successfully transferred into Surfer BUT because I've yet to convert the other music vids and what not (according to Huda I've got to go to some website and convert and all that hooha and frankly speaking, I can't really be bothered right now because SOAD vids are all I need to make me die in peace right now)

And I shall go to sleep soon-ish. After I feel like it.

Okay, I'm so not an Ipod-savvy person right now, so if anyone out there is available to assist me with all this syncing and what not, I really do appreciate your help right now, because some of my vids in iTunes can't be transferred over.

Why? :(

Okay. I think I look like this when I'm sleepy or about to sleep. Without my glasses on of course.


Chao.

Hi, can I please marry Slash already? I wouldn't mind marrying Axl Rose too but only the old Axl and not the new one. The 80s Axl.

Yes, and the line goes on for the numerous people I want to marry one day and hope to have their kids. I know I know, I'm crazy. Sue me.

Truth be told, I was quite disappointed with Paramore's concert tonight. Their setlist. The weather. I was late. Bitches.

I sneaked Feng and Fah into the queue because they were late and had to line up at the back. I'm that awesome. Talked. A. Lot. While waiting for 6-7 hours.

Yes I totally enjoyed myself. But perhaps I still had the experience of watching Linkin Park live before so I was comparing Paramore's concert to Linkin Park's.

Less seats, stage too front, less standing pit people, Hayley was on stage all the time and never came down like Chester did, I was falling all the time in the beginning because idiots exist, PEOPLE FUCKING PULLED MA HAIR MOTHERFUCKERS I'M NOT A DOLL, I got hit by a mosher in the back and I hit him back MOTHERFUCKA.

Paramore played too little songs. Hello, I was looking forward to Hallelujah, All I wanted and We are broken. The amazing songs but. Oh well.

Hayley said they'll come back in less than 5 years. Looking forward to that.

So yeah, opening band was a bitch. Was standing next to Fah and Feng while they performed. When Paramore came out, I got pushed all the way to the other side and never saw them again, until everything ended.

Nevertheless, I tried to have my fun, jumping around, sweating with people, have their sweat on me, hair in ma face, touching people, being touched and groped and grabbed at every part of ma bodeh (yez, ma boobs and ass got attacked ruthlessly, felt like a boy for awhile, like people somehow knew my boobs were non-existent and they thought it was my chest so they thought it'd be fine to hit/touch/elbow/whatnot them, oh well).

OH OH. At the beginning when Paramore played, the back of the crowd was pushing the people in front (me included) where it came to the point that a handful of people fell to the ground and while Paramore still carried on performing, 10-15 mins of the time, people around the "fallen ones" were trying to help them up. I was standing beside a guy who was helping people up and he was falling so I put my arm around him to support him but because assholes were pushing, it took quite awhile for him to get up and the others too. But yeah, I touched him all right. Only the abdomen area, what chu thinking man.

Ahh, I just felt the bruises on ma bodeh, they're there alright. People hit me. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or accidentally but when I felt like it was on purpose, I never hesitated to hit back.

AND OI. I KNOW I HAVE LONG HAIR. DON'T NEED TO PULL MA HAIR BECAUSE WHEN YOU DO MA NECK BENDS BACK MY HEAD TILTS BACK AND I SEE NO SHIT. And it hurts :'( *cue sad puppy face* No really, it hurts a lot.

Feng lost her large hoop earrings. Told her to take them off, don't want to listen to me. Fine bitch, fine. When everything ended, we found one on the floor but obviously we didn't pick it up. Sheesh.

I saw Azri there and hugged him! Haven't seen that bugger for so long already, until a coupla hours ago. Didn't get to see Aman and Justin. Oh well. I saw Haeqal in the queue.

When I was walking to the toilet before getting into the stadium, I saw this girl whom I saw at a printing shop at NAFA. So I was like "Hey, you from NAFA right?" and she was like "Hey yeah" and then I was like "You from the printing shop right?" then she smiled and said "Yeah" then we walked away from each other. It. felt. weird. But hey, at least I tried to strike a conversation. A short one, but nevertheless, now I know she's from NAFA and in some landscape design course ;)

Anything else to update? Hmm.

OH OH. I wore back my sex bands this morning before I left the house because I wanted to "dress the part". I had them taken out for a week already because I had to work. Felt naked for awhile. And showed everyone my "sex band tan" and there's a slight bump on my right wrist. You'll know what I mean when you see it, that is if I don't have ma sex bands on.

OH. After the concert, Feng, Fah and I left and sang Careful really loud while walking out and me and Fah were jumping around like we were moshing and people actually sang along. Yeah. And I was drenched from head to toe. My jeans were soaked. My tshirt was REALLY soaked. Thank god I brought a spare shirt. I'm that awesome.

We hung around for a bit hoping to catch the band when they left but we never saw them again. Walked around and lazed around. Saw the 10am guy and he almost forgot us. Urgh, boys are so ignorant *cue "Ignorance is your new best friend"* He had amazing hair and he fought with the security guards. Well the story is somehow like this. So where I was queue-ing up, the exit and entry for people who want to go to the toilet and/or smoke and/or buy things was right beside me and of course there were security guards. So apparently Feng, Fah and I overheard that the 10am guy, okay let's call him Jason because we thought he looked like a Jason (with a shitty last name hawhawhaw). So Jason apparently was in the queue at 10am with his friends and had to leave halfway for a meeting. His things were with his friends when he left. So when he came back, the queue was already close for those who want to bring their friends in, around 3pm, sadly. So Jason and a coupla security guards had a very long argument and they finally decided that he'll join the queue at the back (the queue to the inside were in parts so when I say the back of the queue, I don't mean THE BACK of the WHOLE queue). So yes, while we were queueing up, his friends were in front of us and he was outside of the barricade talking to his friends. So I suggested why not he just jump over the barricade and hide somewhere. But yeah, we all agreed the guards probably know his face and would probably kick his ass if he did that. Oh well, but yeah later on we saw that he was reunited back with his friends in the pit. Happy ending.

And I guess that pretty much concludes this blog post. If you made it all the way here without skipping paragraphs, I salute you and I shall kiss you when I see you. On the cheek, stupid. However special requests are welcomes ;)

I'm so shagged because I've been working everyday for the past week. After work on Friday at 12am, went back to school for camp, left camp the next night at 9pm, slept at 11pm (FUCKING EARLY ON A SATURDAY NIGHT ZAKK YOU WEIRD BITCH BUT I HAD TO WAKE UP EARLY THE NEXT MORNING), woke up at 11, got ready and all the hoopla, reached stadium at 2pm and DA QUEUE WAS SO FUCKING LONG ALREADY I NEVER EXPECTED IT BECAUSE I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE QUEUE DURING LINKIN PARK'S SHOW AND YES I COMPARED EVERYTHING TO LINKIN PARK'S CONCERT I CAN'T HELP IT LINKIN PARK WAS AND IS STILL AWESOME.

Okay done.


And did I mention after all the excitement and adrenaline rush from earlier on, I still have to work tomorrow? Yeah.

Chao.