MY GOD.

the band members of Thursday look good.
i mean, good-looking.
well they look good, but there's this chubby guy.
but who says chubby guys don't look good too? ;p

OMG.
i was on the bus that day and sorta watched a little of this show on TV-Mobile [the greatest invention Man has ever known. ta-da, the tv is everywhere you go, even the BUS]
well if i'd have been blogging earlier, i'd have tons to say about this TV-Mobile thing.
anyways, i watched this show of rock bands.
then i caught a little of what i thought was Thursday's music with my ear that wasn't blasting MCR on the MP3.
i really thought it was them so i took a closer look.
there was this guy with loud plaited bangs banging on his guitar.
i was taken aback.
Thursday guys are LIKE THAT?!
then i went back to staring out the window.
still a little shocked to see that my currently band is like this.
i have nothing against people like that,
but it's just that his voice doesn't match his well.. appearance on that tv.

haha but my intuition is always right.
i thought something was wrong.
lol it really wasn't them.

like, you know some people's voices suit some people but some don't suit right?
like the Calling's [wheepee] vocalist Alex Band.
who would have bloody thought his voice of a deep menacing growl belonged to a face of boyish demure look?
got another shock that they actually look good.
audrey kindly lent me her bro's Thursday's first album.
then there's this little introduction of Thursday thing.
of course they put their posters and photos all that.

second thing.
from now onwards.
for the rest of my life.
i am never ever not in a thousand million years.
going to consume a drop of sharks fin soup.
fishermen catch them and cut their fins and chuck them back in the water.
helplessly, without their fins, they either starve to death or bleed to death or very bloody well get eatened by other sharks.
they're gonna be extinct soon.
with people out of their sodding minds thinking that sharks fin soup is a DELICACY.
you big greedy bastards slurp on every bit of the soup and wanting for more.
never thinking about where the hell sharks fin come from.
sharks suffer the fate of getting killed by the numbers everyday.
yet you think the satisfaction of your bulging stomachs is worth more than a shark's life?
the sharks have done nothing to us.
but the occasionally injuries of Man caused by sharks is only the misunderstanding of Man towards the beautiful beasts of the ocean.
the sharks sometimes mistake surf boards as seals.
only when there is a hint of blood do they attack.
but yet Man has been killing sharks for the filling of their fucking stomachs.
are all of you hungry sodding wankers out of your fucking minds?!
go kill your ugly neighbour if you're dying for a delicacy.

yesterday was at Holland V with sufong, sockhoon,huiling and py.
there's this fantastic furniture and decorations shop.
we spent quite some time rummaging through stuff.
haha quite fun actually yesterday.
cept for me falling and doing a fucking split.
sockhoon pushed me followed by huiling.
then when i ran to push huiling back.
i slipped and fell.
and did a split.
my first attempt.
you could imagine the difficulty i had trying to stand up and walk properly.
and trying not to laugh and snort like a pig.
lucky there was no one around other than us.
i could imagine aunties sniggering behind me.
well that fall was a bloody good one.
i suppose a crash landing on my arse would be more comfortable.
yeah my first warning of not to scuttle around in chuck taylors.
ahaha.

you don't know how selfish some people can get.
and they don't even care about it.
they don't care what people think.
some at least when they realised it, they try to change.
but some just DON'T CARE.
you tell them straight in the face.
they don't give a damn.
that made me really sick.
i shudder to think of them.
it was initially one person.
but it spread throughout the group like a plague.
now the whole gang's caught that disease.
and they JUST DON'T CARE.
a lotta people hate all of you, alright.
every single friggin hair on your bodies.
don't think you're popular and everybody loves you.
you just make people sick to their stomachs.
don't think that the way you dress nicely and act like you're pretty
means everyone has noticed you.
well they noticed you.
and felt disgusted.
that's how i feel too.
YOU DRESS LIKE SLUTS.
YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED.
your heck-care attitudes made everyone despise you.
and your acted-up angsty attitude.
seriously, you think you're cool?
you follow behind people's asses.
you don't have a style on your own.
you COPY.
whatever kind of music you listen to are music that popular people listen to.
and sometimes you're so far behind in music that
whenever you talk to me about those songs,
i'm already sick of them.
you are so outdated.
don't try to act punk.
cos you'll never look cool.
punk only belong to people who have their own style who truly believe in themselves.
you believe in other people, for God's sakes.
don't make yourself believe you like rock music.
cos you only think it's cool after i've gotten addicted.
SO LONG after i'm listening to it.
yeah you really follow behind people's asses.
MY FAT ASS.
and stop those vulgarities please.
i'm saying the word please cos you dunno how everyone think that's crude coming from girls.
i'm helping to spare you from further humiliation.
you're friendly only to your own gang.
all of you look down on others.
and you FLIRT like there's no tomorrow.
you don't even spare the young ones.
stop touching them when you talk to them please.
i bet they feel really dirty when touched by you.
you carry out conversations with your mouth, not your hands,
in case you didn't know that.
you think you're friendly?
you're friendly only to guys, come on.
and you gossip like fuck.
nothing can escape you.
you don't have your own opinion.
i think you're such a dumb-wit bimbotic sluttish person you don't even know you don't have your opinion
in everything even if it slaps you in your ugly face.
black is so not your colour cos your true colour is PINK.
stop buying black stuff cos you look like shit in them/with them.
well i guess you don't look nice in EVERYTHING.
even if you're coated with my shit.
stop those hokkien words.
you don't even know what they mean please don't spoil the culture.
it's not cool.
again, i think it's crude.
sounds really disgusting with English, really.
I WON'T FORGET THIS.
YOU COPIED MY IDEA OF MY ESSAY AND SCORED HIGHER THAN ME.
WHEN I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO LEAK TO YOU THE FRIGGIN QUESTION.
YOU STOLE MY IDEA!!
AND YOU DARED TO BE HAPPY ABOUT YOUR RESULTS.
AND ONCE AGAIN, YOU WERE STUPID ENOUGH NOT TO EVEN NOTICE
THAT YOU STOLE MY IDEA AND GOT HIGHER MARKS.
AND THAT I WAS ANGRY!!
WHY ARE YOU SO INSENSITIVE TO PEOPLE'S FEELINGS?!
YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!
WHATEVER THAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME, YOU DIDN'T CARE!
I SUPPOSE I'M SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT GONNA CARE,
OR EVEN WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY TALKING TO YOU.
I WILL NOT, GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS.
rock and punk are not your style.
it has never been and never will be your style.
cos you don't have a style.
your style can change overnight.
you don't have a friggin mind of your own.
you follow others.
that's what you'll do for the rest of your life?
honestly i'm sad.
FUCK
to think i thought i was your best friend.
i don't care now.
PLEASE CONTINUE DOING A GOOD JOB OF EXPANDING YOUR 'HATE YOU CLUB'.
i'm one of them.
[this is not a bitching post, cos i haven't revealed THEIR names.]
for all i know, this may become the official blog to bitch about THEM.
but this is not bitching.
it's only my feelings of sadness.
don't even thinK that i'm angry.
i'm not gonna be angry and harm my health over you.
cos i'm matured enough to know that THERE ARE SHITTY PEOPLE LIKE YOU IN THE WORLD.
unlike you, always angry over certain things.
this and that this and that.
i hope you die early.
i won't even attend your wake.
cos you'll look ugly in your casket.
I HOPE YOU DIE AND BURN IN HELL.
I HOPE SATAN STICKS A NEEDLE IN YOUR EYE.

i'm searching for oasis' old albums now.
pls someone tell me where to find old CDs.

i'm at huiling's house now wahas.
went for pasta at pizza hut just now.

wahas.

wahas.

like my new blogskin?
MCR's been rawwkin my world since i dunno when.
okay now i'm on the search for their older albums.
hehs.

yesterday was at vivien's house doing a little make-over thing for her birthday.
py, sock hoon, huiling, fiona and i were there.
quite fun haha.
then we took this little video whereby fiona sat on the window ledge of vivien's bedroom.
[but outside was the balcony duh!]
then fiona sang this lalala song then suddenly py ran over and pushed fiona over!
so it looked like fiona fell downstairs but she was actually on the balcony.
haha quite funny.
then sock hoon, huiling, and i went to town to eat mee sua.
then was at Taka when we saw hanhui and his sis.
then went home and was totally SHAGGED.
damn i like my blog.:)

ohh yeah.
that GC concert.
haha rawwked duh.
i took photos like crazy.
i was videoing 'we believe' midway when the camera's memory was full.
darn.
people pushed me and i pushed back harder.
AUDREY WORE FISHNET!
haha she was cool.
then went home and felt like shitt.
the next day strained my hurting arm and became worse.
i had trouble dressing.
it still hurt.

the killers' songs are haunting me.
'there ain't no motive for this crime.
jenny was a friend of mine.
so c'mon, oh c'mon, oh c'mon.
ohhhh!~'

that song's probably about a guy knowing this girl
and falling for this girl.
they had a fight on the promenade out in the rain.
then probably he raped her or what.
then killed her.
and sang there's no motive for this crime.
and her name's jenny.
and she was a friend of his.
and not forgetting the 'so c'mon, oh c'mon, oh c'mon.'
it's almost infuriating.
mwahaha.

then that 'somebody told me'
i don't understand the song.
it's crazy.