Friday, April 28, 2006

Drama, drama, drama

We lost. If you didn't know already.

Not only that, but we failed to pick up a single prize. We even lost the third-placing to another class, whose drama was shoddy at best.

Which made it all the more embarassing for us. I know, parts of our drama were not coordinated and at times, comical. FYI, it's a ghost story, not a comedy.

Like the part where Yap thought the Hospital scene had finished and dropped the Red Crescent sign, only to put it back up when we realised the lights were still on.

All the audience saw was a cheap styrofoam sign hovering up and down. Ironic, for a ghost story. And the time we put up the wrong backdrop? AHH!! Memalukan...I should never have volunteered to hold the stupid backdrop.

Wait. I didn't. I certainly remember volunteering to paint the backdrop, but it turned out to be a package deal.

You paint it, you hold it.

Being exceptionally weak in the arms, I couldn't really bear the weight of the freaking heavy backdrop. So it kinda...moved. Up, down, left, right. o_O Haha.

The funny thing is, not a single person thought of hooking it up, so we didn't have to stick it on two broomsticks and run around banging into each other between scenes. Well, too bad.

I don't know how the acting went, since I was holding the backdrop half of the time. And I certainly didn't do what the third-place class did: Move the backdrop around until their heads were sticking out the sides, so that they could watch the drama too.

The backdrop started out in the middle of the stage, and by the end of the scene, it was way to the right side of the stage.

-_-''

The worst part is that the stupid, feminine MALE judge buttered Syara -who acted as the ghost Clara- up so much, and neglected to give her a single placing.

The praised our class for having a good script and actresses. But we didn't get a SINGLE prize. I mean, if our drama sucked, JUST SAY SO YOU EVIL BASTARD.

What's the point in raising our hopes and stomp all over it in your freaking Pierre Balmains? Thanks for making our director cry her freaky eyeliner out all over her face.

Ok. Done with bitterness.

***

Back to the feminine male judge. He's disgusting. He thinks he's such a hot-shot, he turned, winked and made a kissy face to the crowd before giving out the prizes.

Only to be met by resounding 'EWW's. Haha. Ego-buster.

He's a head shorter than I am, by the way. Only slightly taller than Abigail, who thought that he was very tall, because he was a couple inches taller than the other two female judges.

But it turned out that the female judges were...very, very short. Which made him not much better.

What disgusted me was that some girls actually ran up to him for his autograph and number. o_O Have you no dignity? I would NEVER go out with a guy that makes kissy faces.

Eurgh.

Ok, done crapping. Time for dinner.


Song of the Day:

"Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Marilyn Manson"

I blog about crap when I'm bored. I am bored, therefore I blog about crap.
Basic mathematics. =)

*whistles Happy Birthday song*

Or at least, I'm trying to.

...forget it. I sound like I need to pee.

Anyway,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JLWY!

Well, in advance. I'm going away to Port Dickson until Monday, so early birthday wishes! =P You may be older than me, but I'm still taller! Nyehnyeh =P

JLWY gets a haircut.
JLWY attends her first concert.
JLWY has a party.

then...


JLWY turns freakin' FIFTEEN!

Whee! I feel so young. =P Hey, I photoshopped that especial! You'd better like it!

***

I don't believe writing someone's name in red is dangerous. Because superstition is silly. So, before I go, Stephanie wishes you a very Happy Birthday, again!


Song of the Day:

"Happy Birthday - God-Knows-Who"

I'm still trying to whistle. Gr.

I'm fat, right?

I bet you hear this phrase at least once a week, if you hang around girls on a daily basis. Annoying, isn't it?

"Yer, I look so fat in this lah! Look at my thighs! My tummy! My arms!"

What are you supposed to say?

"No, no la. Where got? You're so slim la!"

You'd be hard pressed to find anything else to say. If the person is really fat, you don't want to hurt her feelings. You can't very well go:

"Like dur, hello? Your butt has it's own area code, haven't you heard of a diet?!"

Well, you actually can. Only you'd have a very pissed ex-friend trying to squash you to death with her ginormous bulk. Not an attractive way to leave the world.

***

The most annoying part is when the person actually thin, and knows it. Pathetic compliment fishers.

Imagine me saying:

"OMG, I'm so fat! Look at my spare tyres!"

-_-'' What are you gonna say?

"No la! You're very skinny what!"

You KNOW I'm just fishing for compliments. It'd be like telling a fish:

"WOW! You can swim! So terror la you!"

Stating the obvious. Imagine a person waving around her A minus sejarah paper wailing:

"Nooooo!! I can't believe I didn't get an A plus! I'm sooo stupid! Just kill me!"

...while you stare sadly at the big red F on yours. Way to rub it in, asshole. So next time, do yourself a favour. When your skinny friend goes on about how fat/flabby/heavy she is, just make the following reply:

"I know la! Keep telling me for what? Think I'm stupid, issit?"

She'll never talk to you again.

But then, it's a good thing to have that lame sycophant off your ass, isn't it?


Song of the Day:

"St. Jimmy - Green Day"

I'm going to post more angst-ridden stuff, to dispel my recently created anak manja/bimbo image. o_O Hey, I can't help being a happy person, ok?

I'm happy

It's so easy to please a girl like me. Expensive, yes. But easy.

I went shopping today at Parkson's, cause my mom 'had' to go and buy her cosmetics. The bill ended up a whopping RM 1000+!

O_O I was like WHOA! Who knew a few bottles of chemicals could amount to so much? Gosh. Seeing my O_O face, my mom was like "you want anything?"

Lip gloss! Yes! I love lip gloss! Not that I actually wear it all that much. I just love shiny stuff.

Estee Lauder again. =)


The colour is pretty. Orange-y. But my mom says it's earthy, not orangey.

Fine.

The name of the lip gloss is...Sugar Pie.

o_O *projectile vomits* Gee, what happened to class? Sugar Pie? AHH!!


It also has an awesome brush tip. I'd use it for painting stuff. Though I never imagined that I'd be painting my FACE.

Shiny-ness!

=D It only takes 50 bucks to make me happy. I can almost hear Den tsktsktsk-ing all the way from Australia. Never been the thrifty one, have I?


After spending 1k on cosmetics, my mom collected 220 ringgit in Parkson vouchers. More spending! *gleeful*

I don't normally shop, but when my mom wants to buy stuff for me, who am I to stop her? Hee, hee, hee.

I finally found an item on my christmas wishlist - the oh-so gorgeous black jeans. Whee! Got it at Dorothy Perkins for a whopping...RM 1.50!

Cheap, no?

Original price: RM 163.00
After 50% discount: RM 81.50
Vouchers: RM 80
Balance: RM 1.50

I am So. Very. Happy.

Plain black. No embroidery. Nothing. All the better! It has beautiful back pockets too, noly I couldn't get a good angle, so I won't bother posting it up.

It doesn't fit me all that well...but then, what pair of jeans actually does? I am so abnormally proportioned, it's virtually impossible to find a perfect pair of jeans.

So these'll have to do. I found a size chart online:

SizeU.S. SizeWaist (inches)Hips (inches)Inseam (inches)
XS2-422-2432-3529
S4-624-2635-3730
M8-1027-2937-3931
L10-1229-3140-4232
XL14-1632-3442-4433

*Sorry about the fugly pics. Was rushing to take the pics before the battery died.

Hip measurement:
Waist measurement:
Bloody battery ran out while I was taking the measurement for the inseam. Anyway it's 32 inches.

So, my waist and hips are an S, whereas my legs are an L. Gosh. What size should I get? Get S and have the pants hiking up over my ankles everytime I sit? Or get an L and have a good 3 inches on the waistline?

Which is worse? Pants hiking up, or flashing your undies at the waist?

T_T I don't know. I just got the L.

Love the length. Hate the way it hangs off my thighs though. *points to flap of cloth on right leg* I have a picture of the back also, but no way in hell am I posting up a picture of my ass here.

That would be so not right. You'll have to see me in person to check out the back pockets.

***

Did you notice something?

Small tube of lip gloss = RM 50.00
Pair of jeans = RM 1.50

Yes, the world is very screwed up indeed.

But I'm still happy. =D



Song of the Day:

"Are You Gonna Be My Girl? - Jet"

Boy. Another bimbo post. I must stop this disaster.



Wednesday, April 26, 2006

What is wrong with short people?

What? Just because you're short, you think you can trash tall people lar?

"OMG I'm so short! Poor me! Tall people should go die! They belong in freak shows!"

Bloody-assed bitches. Freak show my foot! As for being discriminated, you can be considered cute, or petite, or even pint-sized. But tall people? Yeah, we get lovely names like, broom-stick, or lidi, or giraffe or even big-foot. How's that? *snorts*

At least you can hide the fact that you're short. What do you think high-heels and platforms are for? In a crowd, at least you can pass right under people's line of vision. No such thing as, "Oh gosh! Look at that short girl/guy! Haha, midget!"

Because that would be terribly mean.

Tall people have no way to hide, unless we slouch terribly. And even then, our heads are still above everyone's elses. There'll definitely be whispers of:

"Holy hell, look at that tall girl! Like gergasi only la. Scary giler!"

People don't consider THAT to be mean. Because for a reason I cannot fathom, people all want to be tall, and thus sympathize with the short ones, and try to make tall people feel bad because they themselves cannot look like a long bean.

Jealous freaks!

What's so good about being tall? I mean, other than having a good view during concerts. There are so many freaking annoying things about being tall that you've never even thought of.

Take shoes for example, we can't wear high-heels (not that I'd ever dream of destroying my toes and calf muscles,) lest we appear heads and shoulders above everyone else, thus drawing unwanted attention from the public.

As for finding a shoe that actually fits your foot? HAH! Dream ON, sucker. If say, people are around 174 cm (my height,) the proportionate shoe size would be a size nine. NINE! I hate finding shoes, especially since my feet are narrow and long.

Girls' shoes are too short; guys' too wide. And the stares you draw from salespeople when they measure your feet? Gah! You can just tell that they're gonna go home and gleefully tell their friends about the girl with banana-boat feet they saw.

-_-''

Need more convincing? How about the stigma that tall girls being unable to find boyfriends? I just feel like going:

"Hel-LO, where have you been? Have you seen Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes? DUDE! Tall girls get the (apparently) hot guys!"

Though personally, I think that Tom's face needs a little ironing out. Nothing against aging though.

But still, outside Hollywood, guys still think it's bad to be shorter than their girlfriends. What the hell, guys? Is your ego so massive that even in terms of height, you have to win? What is your problem?!

The WORST part about being tall would have to be the long beans joke.

"How come you're so tall ah? You eat long beans ah?"

The joker would then proceed to laugh at their own lame joke, leaving me to do nothing but give them a really blank stare. Hey, what am I supposed to do? Laugh along with them? Trust me, I would, only if I hadn't been fed with the same bullshit since kindergarten.

I feel like retorting:

"And yeah, what do YOU eat? Potatoes? By the looks of your stunted brain growth, I'd think so!"

Potato heads. T_T

How about career choices?

"Gosh, you're sooooo tall! You must be a supermodel/basketballer next time, ok?"

Have you ever considered the fact that we just might not be interested in doing the catwalk or running around dribbling pieces of rubber for a living? I mean yeah, if I get paid like 5 or 10 grand a fashion show, then yeah. But otherwise, NO FREAKING WAY!

What if I'm tall, but walk like a duck? What if I'm tall and can't shoot hoops for shit? Still must be a supermodel/basketballer issit?

-_-''

Oh, and about running? Tall people don't ALWAYS run fast. So teachers, STOP SENDING ME ON ERRANDS. Geez. I cannot, and will not run fast. So you might as well save your class time by fetching the books yourself.

Ok, I'm done ranting. Actually, I'm not, but CSI starts in 2 minutes. So now, spare some of your sympathy normally saved on short people for us tall freaks.

Thank you.


Song of the Day:

"My Generation - Oasis"

No. I have no idea why I chose that song.


Tuesday, April 25, 2006

o_O

I received YET another chain letter today. And no, you don't have to send this to a gross number of people. It's just for your viewing pleasure.

There is this girl, Sandy, the most popular girl in school, and she is
absolutly addicted to guys.?She was excited to see this new guy had added
her on msn.?She got into a deep conversation with him and this lasted about
every day for a week.?Then they found there was not much more to talk
about.?Just as sandy was about to sign off the guy told her he was a
stalker.?She was kind of confused at first but he said bye and she signed
off.?The next day she was checking her email when she saw there was one
from him.?She opened it slowly, not knowing what to think.?On this email
was everything about her.?Her hair colour, fav sport, what she does between
4:00 and 5:00 on mondays, how far she walks to her friends house-------
everything.?And it was all correct.?At the bottom of the long email it
said:?I know where you live.?I also know your parents are working tonight
so watch out.?? Sandy didnt know what to do but she was scared.?Then the
guy instant messaged her and asked her if she read the email.?Sandy didnt
answer.?She just sat there in her chair, frozen.?Then the guy told her he
was across the street on his laptop waiting for her parents to leave, which
was in 10 minutes.
To find out what sandy did, email this to 14 or more people.?When the
screen comes up that tells u your email was sucessful, press Alt F4?(alt is
at the bottom of your keyboard, and F4 is at the top.)?This is no joke,
something will happen.?If you are stupid enough to delete this, u dont like
to have any fun.
plz send this but you have to copy and paste do you hear me?" DO NOT FOWARD
"thank you"




Press Alt+F4? *smiles sweetly*

Try pressing it. Your computer lets out a big fart if you do. You KNOW you wanna do it, go on!




-_-''

...I can't believe I have such moronic people on my contact list. I have to clean it out. Fast.


Song of the Day:

"Die For Your Government - Anti-Flag"

...that's shit.



Er, heheh. =D

Ok, the last post was complete crap. But I was half-crazed and seemingly drunk (even without alcohol, unless my drinks were spiked, haha) so that should justify my horrible blogging.

Especially the part about the blond surfer guy. I could go back and erase that part if I wanted to, but it doesn't seem right. He's still cute! Urgh. Here I go again.

It's just weird to finally give in to your hormones after supressing them for so long, and what with Amber and Shan squealing over his cute-ness, it's hard for me to resist joining in.

So I didn't. =P

***

It was funny, picking up Amber and Wing Yie on Saturday morning. I was already late picking both of them up from school, so imagine my geram-ness when Ampang Road was closed! Gah! My mom had to circle around what seemed like the whole of Bukit Bintang before arriving at Tangga Ampang, 25 minutes behind schedule.

When we got there, TANGGA AMPANG WAS CLOSED! WAH!!!

T_T I tried calling JL, but the smart girl didn't turn on her hp, never mind that it was after school already.

Finally, she rang me, and we were both like, "Where are YOU?!"

JL went the wrong way and went down the St John's staircase instead. -_-'' Heheh. We drove a little further and picked her up, but Amber was still nowhere in sight. With no way to contact her, JL and I had to walk up the St John's staircase and into my school to look for her.

In my T-shirt and jeans! On a school day! Lol. Thank goodness she was waiting outside the school. A few students walking out gave me funny looks though. Nyeh to you pious Saturday school attendees!

"OMG I was so scared you were waiting for me!" We exclaimed at practically the same time. It seemed that synchronised speech was the thing of the day.

With 2 of my passengers safely in the car, we set off to meet Uncle Cheah for our tickets. He gave us 8! One for my mom too, in case she changed her mind and decided to go.

Then he gave me signed Fort Minor posters! He knew how I missed them the last time, and got them sigend for me. He's so nice! Whee!

I have 3 left, want one? =D

At the Pyramid, we waited about 30-40 mins for the sunshine girl to arrive. She finally got there around 2:45 pm. JL stuffed the rest of her burger in her mouth and we set off.

Anyhow, when we reached Sunway Lagoon, we were greeted by this trail of red marks on the escalator. They were at an even distance from each other, about 2 steps each dot.

I stared for a second, then it hit me. OMFG someone had her period! AHHH!!!!!! So nice of her to drip all the way down the escalator too! She must've known her visitor had arrived, seeing that the dots were all the over the escalator, and not on just one step.

I shudder to think of it.

Everything in Sunway is overpriced, grahhh! The small lockers were RM2 each, and 3 for the big ones. Unable to find any big ones left, we tried to cram all of our stuff in the tiny locker.

The token got stuck in the locker. -_-'' We got an assistant to fish the coin out, and he went, "Go find another locker!"

How nice. The place was damn crowded I tell you. Many of them were smoking and stinking of chlorine. The worst part was the middle-aged uncles in their too-small Speedos, with their middles bulging.

o_O; Have you not heard of swimming trunks? (and some big T-shirts while you're at it, perhaps?)

Finally, we got a locker, but alas! Our things wouldn't fit, what with JL's gargantuan backpack and all. NERD ALERT! =P Lol, it's Saturday school, the teachers NEVER teach! Yet the bag was the size of the average Std 5 Chinese primary schoolkid's, and weighed a ton.

In the end, we settled for 2 lockers, and A and JL changed out of their school uniforms, and Shan into a fresh white tee. I had to wait forever for them. Gr. It was already around 3:15 at the time, and JL had to go home at 4; Amber at 6.

So I made JL call her mom, and I ended up fetching her home at 11:30 that night. Way to bargain, no? ;o)

We made our way to the surf deck, and saw tons of people in the wave pool. With the sun beating down relentlessly on our necks, the water seemed all the more tempting.

With much debate and argument, a decision was made.

Hurrying all the way back to the lockers, Amber, Shan and JL changed again. With my dumb luck, I had to wait against the locker amongst sweaty, smelly bodies with lots of impending buttocks, (Ask JL to explain), all the while wondering whether I'm the only one with sensible clothing.

*Update: We had to get an extra locker for our stinky shoes! Then we had to walk barefoot the the pool, with suspicious yellowy-grey stuff on the locker-room floor. Eeuyeuch!


Turns out my clothes weren't as sensible after all, as we all realised the moment we entered the water. My jeans bogged down with the weight of the water, nearly taking my undies with it.

Ok, I am kidding. Are you still awake?

But yeah, the jeans went down and the shirt went up. Urgh. People staring. I think, with all the bikini/speedo-clad people, we stood out as inexperienced party-goers.

It was laughable, really. One with super-soaked jeans, another in white shorts (xD), another holding her handbag above her head, trying to avoid the artificial waves. The latter would be sunshine, who refused to leave her cash and hp in the locker. o_O Mafan!

JL should be so proud, being the only one who didn't look totally out of place. =D

The surfing was awesome, despite my initial negativity against artificial, standard waves. The surfers did great jobs, though many wiped-out at first. It was fun to watch, even with the people sitting before me squishing my toes everytime the wave broke over them.

The sun was really coming down hard, and I realised that my hair was drying really fast. Running my fingers through it, or rather, trying to, I wondered exactly how much chlorine was in the water.

Then I realised just how many little kids were in the water. So we all have heard of the horror stories...OMG WHAT IF THEY PEED IN THE WATER??! I turned to ask Amber, and her eyes widened.

ARGH!

I was careful not to accidentally swallow any pool water thereafter.

We came out of the water at around 6, to dry off before the concert. Dinner consisted of RM 5.50 hotdogs. (Have I said this before? Can't really remember my last blog post, due the my mental state at the time)

At one point of our aimless wanderings around the party area, we were approached by a salesguy.

"Hello hello hello hello HEL-LO!" He said in extremely perky and cheerful voice, blocking our path.

"Er, hey."

"Are any of you Hotlink users?"

*glances around, to be met by shaking heads*

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

(We were in a Hotlink tent, as it turned out, oops!)

I opened my arms in a wide 'who knows?' gesture.

"Ah, I'm kidding! What do you guys use? Digi? Maxis?" He asked, in a slightly, if not jokingly, condescending tone.

"Digi."

"Oh, we have a promotion! Do you want to buy some reloads for your friends? Because if you do, you'll get this....and this......"

I let him ramble on, with Shan, JL and Amber staring incredulously. After listing down the entire list of free gifts, I said:

"Erm, we're kinda strapped for cash here."

"Ah, just buy some! I've gotta make money you know? Nah, you, and you and you, can buy RM10 one, and YOU," he pointed at Shan, "...can buy an RM5 one."

Sunshine's bottom lip jutted out in a pout. I had to stifle my laugh. Poor kid. She was considerably shorter than the other 3 of us, even though she's 13. I mean, I'm only 14 but I'm a whole head taller than her.

HAHA! The man must've thought she was one of our baby sisters. Lmao.

"Nah, it's ok. Then I'd have to think of people who use Hotlink..."

"Ok la then." He pulls a mock disappointed face. "Thanks!"

We all run away quickly.

I hate being tall.

You're always the one salespeople attack in a group, because they always associate height with age. I'm insulted! I am not old!!!

Shan is 13; I'm 14; JL turns 15 this Sunday; and Amber is 16! I'm the second youngest! I'm not an old lady, k!

...

Or maybe it's because I was the anout same height as the salesguy. Then he wouldn't have a neck-ache bending down to talk to the others. Hah! Shorties! Nyahaha!!!

***

Urgh, the rest of the day passed by in a flash. Half the performance stage was in the water, the other on the beach. Cool huh?

So during the concert, the pool-people were splashing water around, and the beach-people smoking. I guess they're right when they say there's a balance in everything.

Fire, water. Ying, yang. *shrug*

I still feel that ripping the poster off the wall was fun, being the delinquents we were. Hey, being cheered by a groups of pseudo-macho boys is great, ok? The adrenaline rush from being in a shopping mall vandalising stuff, being late for pickup and running through half-lit hallways is FRICKIN AWESOME. Do not disagree.

Or I shall pretend that I did not hear you. So there.

***

On the following Monday, Amber told me that she got lost on the way, when she left early. She walked for 40 darned minutes! Poor thing. All while we were busy checking out the surfers. JL (or Shan, can't remember) thought that the cute blond surfer guy waved at us. Yeeeeeah...I was on the hp with Amber's flustered mom at the time, ok? I wouldn't know.

*silent squeal*

Wait, I'll have to look up his name. I can't call him the 'cute blond surfer guy' forever.

...page loading.




...waiting




...OMG finally!

o_O Julian Wilson, ILU! Hahaha!

=D Amber, Shan and I minat you! Pfft, I sound so gedik la.

Ok. Must control my hormones.



...

Lyk, omfg! Lyk, total hawtness!1oneshift1one!!!!!

Haha, couldn't resist.

Shan Shan's account of the event here.

I'll make JL blog about too, just wait!


Song of the Day:

"Sk8er Surfer Boi
(!!!) - Avril Lavigne"

Ahhhhhhh! Stephanie is officially crazy. I need sleep.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Party, anyone?

I just got back from the Quiksilver Surf/Skate/Music Festival. My undies are still wet, in fact.

But yeah! It was awweeeeeesome!

*dances*

We reached there about 2.30, and there was a huge crowd lining up to get in. To my horror, they checked our bags. I had to dump my whole bottle of water in the trash can. Boo hoo.

Me, being a bad influence on whoever I come in contact with, made poor JLWY skip her tuition, much to her mother's wrath. (I'm sowwee!) I also persuaded Amber to ask for permission to stay until 9, instead of 6. I mean, by the time we got in, and got lockers it was almost 4 already. What's the point in staying for 2 hours?

Hah.

We missed the first skate session, which was a disappointment. But we were right on time for the surf session. =D I convinced Shan2 and Amber to change into more presentable clothes, and we all went for a swim.

Too bad the water was filthy. I couldn't even see my own toes.

The surfers were great, though they wiped out constantly. There was a blonde who was so cute!!! We all agreed except JL, who thought the hispanic-looking was cute. Also, that he remided her of her brother. Ok, ew, pretend I didn't say that.

The skaters were even better, though with my lack of face-recognition skills, I couldn't tell them apart. Except the one with his shirt off. He's the only one with frizzy hair. The rest all looked the same, I swear.

The crowd was ok. Being typical Malaysians, trails of rubbish and cigarette butts followed us everywhere. What a shame. SO MANY FREAKING PEOPLE WERE SMOKING! ARGH!

It got so bad, until I walked off after The Click Five played 2 songs. The skaters were much more fun to watch. =)

Lots of people were wearing swimwear. It was funny, seeing people parading around with their shirt off/bikinis on, while Amber and JLWY were in school uniforms, and I in jeans.

Jeans! I don't know what possessed me to wear jeans there. I realised my mistake as soon I went in the water. Stupid jeans kept falling down, the material was so heavy. Though it's safe to say I didn't get the worst part of the deal, since Amber's pants were well, white.

You know white clothes and water don't mix.

Local bands also played there for the entire thing. Maybe you could still make a Pop Shuvit fan out of me, the Love Me Butch sucked as usual. There's no mistaking the horrendous vocals. I remembered that they were practically booed off stage when they opened for the Simple Plan concert.

Food? The only things I had for the entire day:

Breakfast: Water and Char Siew Pau
Brunch: Coke and French Fries
Tea: Coke
Dinner: A RM 5.50 hot dog! (Stupid overpriced foodstuff, be warned)
Supper: A can of F&N Blazt

It's a wonder I'm still alive.

I was delusional by the end of the concert. My head was lolling around like it was dislocated. Or something like that. I walked into many, needless to say, annoyed people.

All in all, the day was fantastic!

But what really took the cake, surprisingly happened AFTER the event.

Sunshine was disappointed that we weren't able to obtain one of the numerous Quiksilver/Roxy posters hanging around the place, so I was like "Well, let's go get one, then!"

So we ran into Sunway Pyramid, because the ones in the theme park were all gone before we could get to them. I spotted one a couple of floors down, and we ran like the wind! Woooo............

I quickly undid the twist tie, but the top was securely fastened about 9 feet up. Sunshine was like "Nooooooooooooooo."

Being delusional, I was like, "Just rip it."

"Pull it to the left, and jerk it to the right."

People were already stopping to stare. We were in the middle of the mall, remember? So with a great tug, JL and I dislodged the poster of its place on the pillar with triumph.

Some guys started shouting at us, so we ran! HEEHEEHEE!!!

But then, they went back to rip the rest fo the posters of the walls.

I feel so proud. My first act of vandalism.

YAY ME!

Haha. No pictures, sorry. No camera = no pics. So ha!


Song of the Day:

"Where'd You Go - Fort Minor"

Cause sunshine says so.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Planning for an outing 101

Who knew planning for an outing could be so hard?

Now you know why I prefer to stay home.

Lesson #1: Finding friends for the outing

This is essential. No one goes out alone, for fear of looking dumb. And also, you'd probably get bored with talking to yourself within an hour. You aren't that interesting, ok.

"Go Stephie, it's your birthday. Let's go party!"

"Can't, I got BBQ at my house la. My party some more, another day can?"

***

"Bel, let's go?"

"Ha? What's that? I think I got something up tomorrow night..."

***

"Lu?"

"Piano class."

***

"Siew?"

"Tuition."

***

"Amber?"

"Huh? What's that?"

***

"Abi?"

"Waaaaaaaaaa, cannot la. Got church next day!"

***

"Danu?"

"I WANNA GO!!"

"Oh yay!"

"Ang also going I think, you ask her?"

"Ang, going?"

"Tuition, but I see what I can do la."

***

Bingo. Slowly unravel your chain of friends and you should find someone who would be so kind as to accompany you for a whole freaking day.

***

"Hey guys, you know tomorrow Quiksilver is having this surf/skate/music thing? I WANNA GO!!!"

"That's what I've talking about la, Amber!" -_-''

"Oh! Oh, wanna go!"

***

2 people.

***

"Wing Yie?"

"Tuition."

***

Beware of the tuition zombies. They're EVERYWHERE! I can't believe people have tuition on weekends!

***

"Yap?"

"Going zoo negara."

***

"Sui Yi?"

"Ok! I wanna go!"

***

3 people.

***

"Pui?"

"Tuition!"

***

See. Told you so.

Summary:

-Find people to go with you
-Avoid tuition-ees
-Try not to do the organizing the day before the event

Ok, next lesson.

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Lesson #2: Leg-twisting

This'll be a breeze for most of you, I bet. Especially for all the anak manjas out there!

"Mommy, can I go to school tomorrow?"

"Ha? Got school tomorrow? And you wanna go? HA?"

"Yeah." *blinks innocently*

Make, your target feel like she's getting a great deal out of this. My mom is kinda pleased I want to go to school.

"Why?"

"Oh, cause then we can all go Sunway afterwards, my friends and I."

"What?"

"Pleeeeeeease?"

"Ok, ok fine."

"But then still don't know how to come home la..."

"Ask your friend's parents la!"

"Ha? Dunno lar, got LRT station or not? What time does the LRT station close? Maybe you can pick us up from the station."

*puts on doubtful face*

"WHAAAAAAAAAT?? No way you're taking LRT in the middle of the night!! Fine, fine I fetch you all la!"

=D

Summary:

-Pick a good time to ask
-Make your target feel that he/she is getting the better end of the deal
-If it's your parent, make him/her imagine you in a dangerous, isolated LRT station, and they'll agree to pick you up immediately

Okies! Next lesson.

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Lesson #3: Re-arranging your schedule

My schedule goes like this:

1015: Wake up
1045: Ta-pau burger from McD and go for piano lesson in Cheras
1310: Mom picks me up from piano lesson and goes home
1430: Leave to finish project in Bangsar
1700: Drama practice
0000: Go home

So I make the appropriate calls, more leg-twisting.

"Ma, I postpone piano class, ok?"

"You call Aunty Mary ah."

"Ok. Dad, can pleeeeeeease call the bus-driver? Scared he won't pick me up tomorrow..."

"Ha? Ok, where's the phone number? Remind me to call later."

Drama practice and the project have also been taken care of. Heehee!

Try to catch the person in charge right before they go offline, so you don't have to take the flak!

*Gr, just as I was typing, Nisha called me.

"Why can't you come?" *Disappointed voice*

Uh-oh.

Summary:

-Volunteer to call your teacher, so your dad acquiesces to call the bus-driver, whom you can't understand at all because you don't speak Cantonese OR Malay
-Sneakily leave a message online if you're going to cancel any plans, to avoid that oh-so-sad voice persuading you to come the next day
-DISCONNECT YOUR PHONES!

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Lesson #4: Getting a meeting place

Now you'll see why I'm going to school on a Saturday.

"We'll meet in school tomorrow then we'll all go together, ok?"

"Ha? I got piano class wor..."

"Cancel it!!!"

"Ok, I'll see what I can do la..."

"Can bring clothes to school meh?"

"Aiya, they don't spot-check on Saturdays what..."

(*if any prefects are reading this now, pretend you're not)

Summary:
-Choose a place convenient for everyone, especially if 2 of your friends stay all the way in Sungai Buloh (!!!)

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Lesson #5: Confirming with your friends after the initial planning

Set up a time to call, and DON'T FALL ASLEEP AT THE PLANNED TIME OF CALL! Important!

"I call you later ok?"

"Sure."

*goes home*

1500 hours

"Dad, wake me up when you're done with the comp ok?"

"Ok, you take a nap alright?"

---time passes---

1800 hours

"WHAT THE!! Why never wake me up one?? AHHHH!!!"

Just then, the phone rings. I run to get the phone, but my dad beat me to it.

"Hello? Can I speak to Stephanie?"

"Oh, I think she's asleep. Wait lemme check."

(Noooooooooooo!!)

"Steph! Your phone!"

"Yes! Okokok..."

*picks up phone only to be met with the dull dial tone*

Urgh.

Summary:

-ALWAYS remember to take down your friends number, don't expect them to call you
-NEVER fall asleep at during the designated call time
-TRY not to let your dad pick up the phone

To be continued tomorrow...if the plans even work out, that is.


Song of the Day:

"Me Against The Music - Britney and Madonna"

Thursday, JT. Friday, Britney! WHAT'S HAPPENING?? I'm going crazy...

Thursday, April 20, 2006

#100

This is my hundredth post! Whee! I feel soooo excited, and honoured, and matured and...

...er, I lied. I don't feel any different at all.

Hah. So there.

*jumps up and down excitedly anyway*

***
Scene 1:

Yesterday as I was going home after school, the DJ on Mix.fm was talking about some band called Simple Minds.

My mom was like, "yer, you all ah, nowadays not original at all! Simple Plan, Simple Minds, all the same. So boring!"

"Yeah, what sucky names people think of nowadays...like The Click Five. What kinda of stupid name is that anyway? Cacatnya...they're playing this Saturday at Sunway..."

"Oh?"

"Yalah. They're okla, I guess. You listen to their songs a couple of times, it makes you feel happy. Then, after like, 5 times, you feel like murdering the band. Meh."

"Hah, memangla..."

*mom goes off into a rant about music of her time...the disco era, I'll spare you the agony*

***
Scene 2:

10 hours later, I was closing up and going to bed.

"Eh Steph, Uncle Cheah called just now. He asked whether you want The Click Five tickets or not."

"Ha? This Saturday at the surf/skate festival?!"

"Yeah."

"OK!!!"

"I thought you said you don't like The Click Five?"

"Yala...but then free tickets who wouldn't want? And I really want to see the skateboarders too!"

"Ok fine."

"Yay!"

***
As per norm, I read up about a band before a concert, so I won't feel totally lost among the fans. Though I suspect that many of the audience will be there for the surf and skate performances, not the pop band.

I mean, at least I should learn their names so that I can pura-pura be in love with the band. =D Even if I'm not. Poser me. =P

I entered their official site, and holy fo-shizzle!

Talk about uniform. o_O

Same hair, same clothes, same boy-band smirk. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM APART?

Shit.

I think I'll just scream the same things as the fan next to me. Yeah, that'll do. ;o)

So...how shall I conclude this post?

Shall I say...

Free Quiksilver Revolution Surf/Skate/Music Festival ticket for the first person who asks! Under certain conditions of course. =)

Terms and Conditions:

*Must have transport for yours truly and yourself (duh)
*Must be able to send me home too
*I must know you, and like you ;o)
*Uh...that's it

Must let me know by today though.

My poor twinneh can't go =( And it's her birthday too!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPH! *hug* So sad that you can't go. ='(

Psst, Bel. Wanna go? =D


Song of the Day:

"The Click Five - ...err, Catch Your Wave, I guess"

As it's only fitting. Though it's such an annoying song.


Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Who wants to be a prefect...

...must be utterly crazy.

I mean, what are prefects, but glorified servants under the tyrannical rule of who else, but the ruthless, unyielding teachers?

Reason #1:

"I want it on my leaving cert!"

Oh, like people would actually care if you're a prefect or not. So you boss people around, bend the school rules and wear hideous nylon stockings. Yay for you.

Reason #2:

"..."

Wait, there IS no reason number two. At least, among the people I've asked. Even if I DID ask more people, I doubt any human with even a sliver of self-respect will say:

"Oh, because I love CBN and I want to serve my school."

o_O

I'd regurgitate my breakfast in an instant, if I ever hear anyone saying that. I would anyway, IF I ever eat breakfast. Which I don't.

According to 4B and 4U, during the interview the prefects will ask questions like:

"Who is the teacher on duty today?"

I'd be like, "Huh? Dunno lar, you want to know go then go and see the papan in the canteen la!"

Or,

"What is the misi sekolah?"

Why the hell should we have to know the stupid misi sekolah anyway?

To impress people who visit our school? I mean, you don't exactly walk up to a stranger and proudly proclaim:

"I love CBN soooo much! Wanna hear our misi sekolah? I learnt it all by heart, you know?"

And you don't see visitors calling out to you and saying:

"Eh girl, can you tell me your misi sekolah?"

At this point, you should run like heck, as he's likely to be a delusional drug addict who accidentally wandered into the school compound after smoking a joint. Or just point him in the direction of the huge plaques that Puan Ann had drilled into the wall this year.

Way to waste our money Puan Ann. Upon further scrutiny today, I discovered that the giant school badge says:

"Tulus dehgan fadilah"

No shit. You spent a whole bunch of cash on a gargantuan plastic thing with the school badge on it, only to have our motto spelt wrongly?

-_-'' Not to mention, the 6 foot long plaque could easily come unscrewed and very well squish one of your precious students to death. Nice job. =)

Either, screwed up as it is (either meaning applies), it's FUGLY.

Seriously. Major 'ewwwwwww' factor here. I mean, turquoise and mustard yellow don't exactly go well with each other, you know? Bleh.

And probably the dumbest question of the day will be:

"What announcement did [insert teacher's name here] make this morning?"

"Er, I dunno. ...that the canteen is dirty?"

"HAHA! She didn't make any announcements today! We tricked you, you little sucker! NYAHAHA!!!"

-_-'' Wu liao or not, I ask you?

But then, I'm not volunteering to be calon pengawas, so I don't have to deal with this crap. And that's all that matters. ;o)


Song of the Day:

"Be Somebody - Fort Minor"

You wanna be somebody? Gee, good luck with that.


Tuesday, April 18, 2006

When nightmares aren't exactly nightmares

You're familiar of the phrase 'when things go bump in the night,' I believe?

Well, have you heard of 'when things go CRASH in the evening?'

There were so many times when I believe something creepy was lurking in the shadows of my dark, dark room. A faint whisper here, a cold rush of wind there...

...only to turn out to be the wind and the air-conditioning under further inspection. -_-''

You can say I'm a tad paranoid.

Today, I was having my luxurious afternoon nap (again =D) when I was rudely awakened by a huge rumbling and crash. It sounded like someone skidded across the closet and crashed into the closet door on my side of the room, and proceeded to grab the doorknob and rattle it around rather violently.

When I sat up, the noise abruptedly stopped. Stupid me decided to take off my contact lenses that afternoon, and all I could see was a very much intact door.

Common sense said:

"Go back to sleep, you twit. That was just another bad dream. You're being paranoid again!"

I half went back to sleep. Then the niggling, paranoid voice in my head screamed:

"SHIT! There's a robber and he's bloody coming to get you!"

I shot straight up in bed. GAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! TIME TO SCRAM!

I grabbed my glasses and rushed out of bed, only to be met by suspicious looking white chunks on the floor.

Huh?

Common sense said:

"See? There's more white stuff nearer the closet door so, whatever it is, it's in your closet. Stop being such a wimp!"

Paranoia said:

"Wha?! There's something in my closet? AHHHHHHHH!!!! OMG IT'S ANTHRAX! SMALLPOX! THE TERRORISTS ARE COMING TO GET ME!!!"

Common sense argued back:

"If there were terrorists in your house, in your CLOSET even, you figure you'd still be alive? THEY'D BLOW YOUR HOUSE TO LITTLE CHUNKS OF RUBBLE YOU STUPID IRRATIONAL PERSON! Bah!"

Cursing my paranoid tendencies, I stumbled out of bed and unlocked my room door, so I could rush out so if the white stuff DID turn out to be an act of terrorism or whatever.

Standing a little way away from the little white pieces, I flipped on the light. Squinting in the sudden brightness, I saw that the white chunks were pieces of...cement, or plaster, or something of that sort.

I hurriedly backed out into the hall and cautiously inspected my ceiling, should it fall down and deliver a fatal blow to the head.

Nothing there, save a little crack running across the cornice and a couple of water stains.

Wait, WATER STAINS? My paranoia screeched.

"Wasn't there an article in the papers a couple days back, about water tanks falling through ceiling and squishing the people under them like bugs? AHHHH!!!!!"

Common sense snorted:

"Dur-brain. Again, you wouldn't be alive if the water tank fell on you, would you?"

Paranoia said in a small voice:

"Oh yeah."

I scooched the heck outta there and went to inspect the closet door on my sister's side of the room.


What the scene looked like.

Upon further inspection:


There was the same brittle white stuff on my sister's side of the closet!

Paranoia:

"OMFG MOMMY!!! There's a...a BEAST IN MY CLOSET!!! It tried to escape, and now the walls are crumbling down! WAHH!!"

Common sense:

"Wah, you think you're like, what? Sabriel? The evil thingies run away when you appear is it? Why isn't the 'monster' breaking the door down right now? Huh? HUH? Bimbo! The ceiling probably caved in or something."

Paranoia:

"I don't care! I want my mommy!"

I went downstairs to find my mom.

"Hey mom, come upstairs for a while..."

My mom followed me up.

"Er, I think the cornice fell or something. But you know la, I don't want to open the door, in case, er, some more falls down?"

My mom popped open the door. And sure enough, the cornice had fallen, leaving chunks of debris all over the floor, even spewing some into my room and my sister's through the crack under the door.

My common sense gleefully said:

"Told you, birdbrain! Nyahahaha!"

Paranoia retorted:

"Aw, SHUDDUP! Anyway we share the same brain, you know? Hah, so there!"

Common sense said:

"Hmph."...and shrank into silence.

***

Damn. How am I going to go into the closet again without the fear that I'll be crushed to bits by falling plaster? Then again, how can I NOT go back into the closet? All my clothes are in there!

And only in your nightmares do people actually go to school naked. So, NOT entering the closet isn't a choice.

...

I think I'll just let the maid clean up the mess.

Hah!

Song of the Day:

"Papercut - Linkin Park"

It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back. O_o;



Monday, April 17, 2006

So.

So.

My feet have officially been in my socks for 13 hours. *sigh* What a relief, I just took 'em off.

Wait, what's that smell? o_O

Nah, I'm kidding. I'm don't intend to crap for two whole posts in a row. Though, I'll probably will. End up crapping, I mean.

***

Anyway, I had this weird thought today. Has it ever occured to you that what one person sees may not be the same thing another person is seeing?

I mean, like what if the colour green is actually what the colour pink is to you, in someone else's eyes? You would never be able to tell!

Yeah, yeah, you tell me. You can always tell your children:

"Neh, you know green? The colour of the grass? That's green."

"Oh, so grass is green, like the sea, and trees? And cabbage?"

"Yes, dear. That's green."

"Oh, I see." *child nods knowingly*

But, what if the green that your child sees is, actually what you would think is pink. Everything would appear to the child as pink, grass, trees, cabbage and all. But he'd still think that's green.

Because mommy told him that grass and trees and cabbage are all green. Therefore it must be green. Even though it looks like pink to him.

He would never know, since he was taught that grass was green, and cotton candy is pink. But what if, through his eyes, it's all different?

What I mean is:


This is what YOU see.


And, THIS is what your child sees.


You think that's screwed up? What about...


=D That's what I see!


But what if this is what you actually see?
o_O AHHH!!!



I scare myself sometimes.

...I think I have too much time on my hands.

Meh.


Song of the Day:


"Myaku - Dir En Grey"

Because it's playing right now. It's awesome. Even if I don't understand a word they're saying. o_O

Sunday, April 16, 2006

It's wonderful, what boredom can do to one's mind...

...it makes you remember things.

Like this stupid joke I told my friends a couple years back that had them in stitches. Actually, I read it somewhere manymanymany years back, but you know me, I couldn't remember the punchline!

So I er, made one up.

If the joke's a bit lame, just pretend you haven't read it. Or just laugh at the lame joke-teller then. Either way, you win. So why not read it anyway?

Here goes:

Tommy's parents had to leave for a function one evening. Tommy was just 6 years old, and they didn't want to leave him home alone, what with kidnappers and all. But unfortunately, all the babysitters were booked. So, as a last resort, they paid their wild teenage niece, Janis to look after him that night.

The moment Tommy's parents left, Janis popped a porn video in the VCR and hopped on the couch.

"Go to bed, Tommy."

"But I want to wa-atch...please cousin Janis?"

"Nuh-uh, go!"

Sulking Tommy went to bed. 5 minutes later, however, he sneaked back downstairs and started watching the video. Hiding behind the couch, Janis couldn't see him.

Poor Tommy, being a mere 6-year-old, couldn't understand a word the adults on screen were saying. Finally, he gave in.

"Janis, what's a penis?"

Janis jumped.

"Wha...? Why are you still awake? I thought you went to bed?"

"Yeahyeah, I still wanna know what a penis is!"

Janis glanced around quickly, and caught sight of the coat rack.

"It's...a posh word for coat!"

"Oh, ok. What's a vagina then?"

Janis reddened.

"Oh, it's a...type of hat! Yeah, hat!"

Phew, nice save there, girl. Janis congratulated gerself.

"What does 'fucking around' mean?"

Tommy looked at Janis with his innocent round eyes.

"It's uh...hanging around, ya know? Hanging out...now, go back to bed!"

Janis turned around and resumed watching her X-rated tape. Tommy being a curious young boy, sneaked back down to continue watching the tape a mere 2 minutes later.

"Janis, what does 'having an affair' mean?"

Janis jumped. "Oh, er, it means taking a bath."

"Bitches...and butches?"

"It means ladies and gentlemen! Now go to sleep Tommy, before I call your parents!"

"Only if you answer another question." Tommy answered back cheekily.

"Fine, fine. What is it? Make it quick."

"What's a hooker?"

"Gah! It's a turkey, ok? Now go and sleep!"

Giggling, Tommy ran back upstairs.

***3 days later***

Tommy looked in the mirror and straightened his little tie. The doorbell rang, and he ran down to answer it.

Heaps of relatives came pouring in.

"Happy thanksgiving Tommy!" His grandmother gave him a hug.

In an attempt to be a true gentleman, Tommy recited his prepared speech with a huge grin.

"Bitches and butches, please leave your penises and vaginas on the rack and fuck around patiently, as my mommy is upstairs having an affair, and daddy is in the the kitchen dressing the hooker!"

Everyone promptly fainted.

***

Ermyeah, that's about it. Thanks for letting me take up your time with my nonsensical babble, kthxbye.


Song of the Day:

"Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana"

Because I love this song! =D






Saturday, April 15, 2006

I rock!

HAH! My blog is fully functional now, links, tagboard and all!

I'm so happy!

And while I was at it, I made it IE compatible too! Yay for IE users! But you should still get Firefox, hell knows it'd save me a huge headache. =D

So yeah, I'm so happy! The mozzarella in my pasta must've inspired me.

*bounces happily*


Song of the Day:

"We Are The Champions - Queen"

I am the champion......xD

Gah!

I'm still having problems with the new layout. I couldn't find out what was wrong with the coding for the links, so I just re-did the whole thing. T_T

Den said that the links didn't do anything at first, (which means they weren't even links in the first place xD) but now they should be just fine. :o)

Tagboard still doesn't work, though I don't think it's my fault. The website must have problems or something. I didn't have space for the bulky old tagboard, so I had to use the smallest one they had. =(

Instructions to use new tagboard:
1. Click 'RAWR!' button.
2. Enter name.
3. Enter webbie.*
4. Enter email add.*
5. Type in message.
6. Click 'GO!'

*=optional

That's it, really. For those who couldn't figure out how to post a message, there ya go. -_-''

If there are anymore problems, kindly inform me and I'll fix them ASAP.

Well, other than the fact thatIE completely fucked up my whole layout, yeah. You can still read it in IE though, just hit Ctrl+A to highlight the whole thing. Should be easier to read that way.

Signing out: Now.


Song of the Day:

"Give 'Em Hell, Kid - My Chemical Romance"

Just cause I haven't listened to their CD in forever. =)

The scariest thought ever

My mom wants to read my blog.

o_O'

!!!

I forbid you, yes YOU, to ever give my mom the address. Or I will kill you with my bare hands. What does that statement mean, anyway? Like a karate chop to the head, or something? I can't kill anyone with my bare hands. I doubt it.

Though I give a killer glare sometimes.

Or, I'll just move my blog somewhere else and refuse to give you the address. A solution that doesn't necessitate jail time. How lovely.

***

I still don't get why people are so obsessed over celebrities.

My mom and her friends, least of all. I had the most mortifying time yesterday, when I had lunch with my mom and her rich tai-tai friends after school.

I noticed the latter as both were wearing real pearls and carrying bags of expensive cosmetics with them as they arrived. Yupyup, pearls are the trademark of rich tai-tais.

So, while we were waiting for the food to arrive, the aunties suddenly huddled together and started whispering to each other. As I gave them weird looks, they leant over and stage-whispered to my mom.

"Eh, you know that day, we met up in Alexis and BSC! We saw Paula Malai Ali and that fat comedian guy, and now they're here also!"

!

I turned in what I hoped was a discreet manner, and saw that indeed, the 'fat comedian guy' was there. Sadly, we all forgot his name. No sign of Paula though.

But, my mom and her 2 friends weren't as subtle. Immediately, they all turned to stare at the table and pointed like orang kampung, all excited at the prospect of dining under the same roof as a celebrity.

-_-''

Memalukan or not? I slumped lower in my chair.

I thought that was the end of it, and began devouring my chicken crispers hungrily.

Suddenly, I heard the scraping of chairs.

My stomach sank. Ohno, ohno, ohno.

Oh yes. The 'celebrities' were leaving. They were headed towards our table too.

The auntie sitting next to the aisle turned and gave a huge, fake yawn, hoping to disguise the fact that all she wanted to do is catch a glimpse of VJ Paula and the fat comedian guy.

Then the other auntie also leaned over the first auntie's bulk and started to stare at them. Ignoring my horrified face, my mom started poking me and pointing at the group of laughing, smoking (ugh) adults.

"Girl! You see her or not? The Paula-maula-whatshername person? Hahaha! Is she there or not?"

I froze.

"Nnrrgh..." I moaned.

As they walked passed our table, all 3 heads turned and followed them out the door. O_O;

I swear 2 of them looked back and gave us weird looks as they exited the premises.

"Eh girl! That's the Harish Iskandar guy! Neh! The fat one with the beard ah!" My mom went in this incredibly loud voice.

So that was his name. The fat comedian guy, I mean. But oh, my, god. They didn't have to embarass me in front of all the other patrons, when they already made a fool of us in front of the people they were so excitedly talking about.

Like never see celebrities before. T_T

I don't know which is worse. My mom eagerly pointing out celebrities which weren't even there (Paula wasn't there, they mistook a skinny, dyed-hair girl for her) OR following me to the Simple Plan concert and mixing up the band members names in front of thousands of fans.

"Eh? What's that botak guy's name? Chuck, issit?"

"No, it's Jeff."

"Oohhh, and the one that looks like a girl leh?"

I could feel the death glares of fans all around me.

"It's David." I hissed.

Gah. I'm never going to let my mom follow me to a concert again, ever. Least of all the LP concert. I can just imagine what it'll be like.

"Haiyo! When is this thing going to start? My legs tired already!"

"Er, I dunno. I thought you said you weren't going to follow me to a concert anymore."

"Eh, no one free to take you. If I don't go, means you don't go. Free tickets also what!"

"Ok, ok..."

"Hey? What concert is this again?"

"Linkin Park laa. Only my favourite band in the world..."

"Ha? Linking Park ah? The one that Denise doesn't like one? With the skinny guy that screams? Aiyo, why did I come in the first place?"

"You answered your own question in advance already, mom. And his name is Chester."

*glares at random concert-goer*

"HEY YOU! BUMP INTO ME ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M HERE WITH MY DAUGHTER?"

"Nrrgghhh..."

*runs away*

That's something like the Simple Plan concert. T_T I could just shrivel up and die I tell you. BELINDA, PLEASE DON'T HAVE WORK ON THE CONCERT DAY!!! Come with me to the concert! Save me from eternal mortification! D=


Song of the day:

"Runaway - Linkin Park"

You'd want to run away too, if you were me.