SIAOI don't think I've ever missed Baybeats except for that one time I was in Hawai'i.
And it was one first major activity I chose to engage in as soon as I was out of "quarantine". Maybe, just mayyyybe, it wasn't the best idea. This year was insane.
All was nice and slow and chillax cos we started at the acoustic area. The main act to catch was Anberlin and I think most of the people were there for them.
Anberlin was pretty awesome. I like their sound. Playing against the backdrop of cranes ie our IR in the making. We were having a fun time and I was getting pretty pumped.
Afterwards we proceeded to the Powerhouse which really should be renamed the Crazyhouse. I know damn well to avoid the chao ang mohs, especially those topless kind cos once the music starts, they will be possessed. Great for them, not so great for the people around them. Unless of course, you have a death wish, OR you're a masochist and are into pain and all that emo crap, OR you're some kind of a mutant with superhero powers.
If not for D, I bet I would be needing some first aid treatment post-gig, like Mary, who almost blacked out. She was separated from us cos she was staking out and manning her post in front so she can get good photog opportunities. We started in the middle, pretty close to the stage but barely half-way into the FIRST song, I was ready to get out of the crowd. And I was supposed to be the master mosher lor!
That was truly the mosh pit of death. It was just flipping crazy how these mad moshers were completely oblivious to the safety of the people around them. Mary ditched me and left mid-way and I don't blame her one bit. I would have passed out if I didn't bulldozed my way backwards and remained front and middle. I just want to give the lady a hug now.
I walked away from the scene, actually make that LIMPED away (cos my shoes were filled with gravel and my toes mangled from being stepped on all the effing time), smelling like someone's armpits. Honestly though, after avoiding the seriously retarded mental moshers, I managed to enjoy myself to Anbelin rocking it hard.
I was protesting earlier but I think now D might be right; we're getting too old for this.
Sigh.
(1:39 AM)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
How fun will it be to eat your ramen with these babies?
Adorkable. I'm so getting a pair and will try to float my piece of fishball in mid-air with the power of the force. Heh.
Okay, I'm really lame.
(6:45 AM)
I WANT MY MOMMYSo I'm cutting short my hiatus. Ha. This has to be documented see.
Sunday had me wretchedly sick at work. I'm not even talking about being just under the weather. Felt like I was buried 5 metres deep under the weather more like.
Monday had me sitting for a writing test despite being not-so-well. Pretty much rush though the paper and vehemently wrote my concluding paragraph so I could cab it home and just lie down on my bed. Which I did for pretty much the whole day until the sun set.
After dinner, I trudged to the clinic and was diagnosed with influenza.
"OMG do I have hini???"
The doctor looked perplexed. "Excuse me, what?"
"Oh I mean H-one-N-one. Do I have it?"
He said we'd only know for sure if he sent me to CDC for a test but that won't be necessary if I stay away from people until I'm fully recovered. Gave me a five-day MC.
I'm still feeling kinda off it right now. Better though after popping the meds.
Sick people get delirious dreams I think. Last night I dreamt Aaron Carter singing
Dakota, as in Stereophonics's
Dakota. And we are talking Aaron Carter when he was 8 and had that floppy shiny blonde hair. Was forcing myself to wake up from that nightmare but noooooo, I had to sit through the whole song even to the "So take a look at me now" bit. I think I cried from the misery.
Told Mich who said it better not be some kind of a premonition or she'd shoot herself. Makes two of us.
And the reason I'm online now is because my very "sympathetic" boss asked me to check my work email and settle some shit. Urgh.
All my appointments this week have to be postponed. Dinner with Ais. Chilli crab date with the colleagues. Xian diao.
Mary, you still dare to meet me for Baybeats this weekend not?
Anyhoo, the crew is damn cute la. We were hanging out last Friday, a day before Ramadhan ie. before I abstain from going crazy out at night and be good, and they sang to me
Last Night by the Strokes. Touch-ched much.
Okay I'm gonna lie down now.
(12:41 PM)
TAX!Erm soooo I got a summon today from IRAS cos apparently I didn't pay income tax.
Needless to say, it sent me into total flustery. Okay there's no such word, but you get what I mean.
I am not even aware I have to pay tax. Been very flippant with the tax notifications that comes through the mailbox.
Wah lao. Earn crumbs of the peanut's shell still need to pay tax. CB la.
Anyhow, this may be my last post in awhile. Damn sian already.
Hate having my life under microscope. I don't know how peeps can stand being on reality show. I thought of getting rid of this blog completely actually. My cursor hovered over the "DELETE" button for a minute or so.
F is going on hiatus. It's been a good run.
Ciao, I've off to be an adult and pay my tax.
C'ya!
(12:02 AM)
GET YOUR GEEK ONSpent the weekend in a true nerd way threading in and out of a maze that is the comic convention. D and I were very picky about the comic/character/toys we gravitated towards. Only went for the ang-moh kind. All those garish anime-type we avoided like plague. So sue us.
We took like a million pictures I think but I shall just post a few. Damn lazy edit them so my face is always covered.
When BumbleBee put his metal arms over your shoulders, you stand super ramrod straight. Like this:
I looked so kok. Had to literally jump next to him for a shot cos he's damn effing popular.
From one of my most favourite movies everrrrrrrr, V for Vendetta. Heh.
This shot got me all jumpy excited delirious ecstatic. Fangirl much yes? But I do not know how to work that light saber. I don't even know how to pose with that thing.
This dude can marry me la. I won't mind.
Mario and Luigi. How cute are they!
Batman and Joker. Though after Heath, everyone and anyone who tries to pull the latter character off will pale in comparison. But the Joker here was damn committed one. Very in character, I was quite scared he was going to just rip my already big mouth bigger.
A picture with them is a must, but of course.
And the treason pic of the day goes to....
The one where we were in the same frame with Spock, I am not a trekkie! Am not! I promise!!!
It was fun, I felt like a kid. :)
(1:55 AM)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Well it was supposed to be Rave but somehow it became a mat yippy yo yippy yay night. Also reads: Hip hop.
My favourite kinda shot. Shooz!
Mine is the neon yellow pointies. The yellow Adidas belongs to D. I'm abit sad Mary's silver oxfords is not in the pic. Oh wells.
Talking about oxfords, I bought one sterling colored oxford from Ion. So chio I had to wear it right at the store itself after paying at the cashier. Heh.
Preview to this Friday's photography exhibition and then whatever we feel up to after...
f says: (12:18:35 AM)
shall we do monochrome
f says: (12:18:44 AM)
deviate from the colors for once
f says: (12:18:54 AM)
shades of black grey white
D says: (12:19:23 AM)
ok
D says: (12:19:31 AM)
since you're the theme person
D says: (12:19:36 AM)
make sure people come looking it
................
f says: (1:21:13 AM)
actually i changed my mind.. just do black n grey
f says: (1:21:18 AM)
no white pls
f says: (1:21:22 AM)
i want the sombre effect
f says: (1:21:24 AM)
thank u
D says: (1:21:53 AM)
REALLY
D says: (1:22:00 AM)
OK LOR
f says: (1:22:16 AM)
thanks for being compliant
f says: (1:22:18 AM)
hearts!
D says: (1:25:22 AM)
but why no white
D says: (1:25:29 AM)
i like white plenty
f says: (1:26:24 AM)
minimal white
f says: (1:26:30 AM)
like it cannot be base color
f says: (1:26:51 AM)
i want sombre bordering on dark n morbid, classy not goth
D says: (1:27:58 AM)
ok then you asked for it
I love love LOVE LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE themes.
LOL.
(3:18 AM)
SPRING CLEANINGLet me just clear things up. Just because I blog about partying and going crazy for the past few posts, does not make me a changed person.
I still like to grab a book, walk to Starbucks to read over a cuppa, by myself.
My colleagues know not to ask me out on the weekends, on Saturday especially, because they say, "F's weekend is always on children network one." Weekends are for the nephew. Strictly.
One of favourite things to do is grocery shopping. No activity gets my heart racing faster and no drop of alcohol is needed for that effect.
My friends still burn TV shows for me which I take like 2 days to go through the season sitting on my ass. Exhibit A: FNL which KQ had so kindly burned all 13 epis for me.
I do chores, clean my room, vacuum the house, scrub my toilet etc. Granted my mum has to nag at me to get them done.
When I'm stressed out at work, I don't think of the
tui tui tui in the clubs. I think I need to eat a tub of Ben & Jerry's and binge on warm breads.
When I'm in crowded train I stilll grimace when a stranger's skin rubbed against mine and I try my darnest not to articulate the EW screaming loudly in my head.
All I wanna do on my Off Days during the weekday is to catch a movie at the theatre with my friends.
I still believe in God, still struggling to finish paying off the debts of fasting from the previous year before this year's Ramadan approaches. I've got three more days to pay off. And when Ramadan arrives, yes, I will fast. I don't even consider otherwise. And I will still curb from all those vices I try to curb every year. Cussing included.
So I think everybody needs to relax. I'm sorry I'm not blogging about any of those things. This is why I have a love-hate relationship with the internet. It turns you one-dimensional. People put you in a labelled box in their mind.
Please know I'm still me. Happy National Day peeps!
(5:12 PM)
Thursday, August 06, 2009
I've been good so far this week, I deserve some pats on the back. Will not go siao until well, Sunday.
It's the nation's birthday. What can I say? I'm a patriotic citizen.
D and I planning the Sunday night out...
f says:
no themes. if i have to do red n white, i will shoot myself
d says:
omg no! NO!
d says:
totally gay
d says:
sucks
d says:
its gonna be electronic wherever we're going
d says:
just do neon
f says:
neon n colors, not much diff right!
f says:
damnit i was hoping to save the yellow skinnies for poptart
d says:
no waaaaay, sweet!
d says:
you bought already
f says:
no
f says:
haha
f says:
but i will
f says:
at uniqlo
d says:
its opening this week right. maybe opening day got discount
d says:
but u dont need to go there to get right. can buy from ah lian shop
f says:
but im minah
f says:
cannot do ah lian shop
f says:
sorry
HAHAHAHAHA.
Anyhoo, sometimes I cannot believe this party boy is a frikkin' engin SCHOLAR.
Yay, Sunday. Mary are you in?
(1:21 AM)
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Fucking zonked.
Need.
To.
Lay.
Off.
The.
Partying.
Well, at least until the next weekend la. Multiple party nights in a week is abit hiong lei. Damn taxing I realized. Jumping around and bouncing off the walls for an average of about 3 hours a night, 3 times a week is no mean feat.
I literally lost some inches. I kid you not, my jeans are loose. -.-
Anyhoo, same suspects last night, Mich, Liew and D. Only this time, Mary joined us. And I haven't seen that lady in like a thousand years so it was so awesome to finally hang.
If you wanna see a recovered H1N1 patient assimilate back into society, look at my friend Mary - It was like we let loose a wild child on ecstasy to the dancefloor. Hahaha. Heart you to bits, hun!
Can I just say I lurveeeeeee my party crew?! Every kok theme I throw in their faces, they also complied lor, even the guys, Liew and D. So Wednesday was Tartan Parade. Last night, Colors, which sent Mary in a frenzy because she was just gonna put on a white tee. As a group we were like a splash of paint in a sea of emo black at HomeClub yesterday. Bloody sporting la my peeps, I want to give them each a big wet kiss. LOL.
Just a taste:
And that was just the footwear. You should see what we had on waist up. Fun fun fun!
I wanna do a Stripes theme and then a band t-shirt theme after this. Heh.
Okay, gotta zao. I feel like I have split personalities now cos I'm gonna head out to a three-year-old birthday party and chaperon.
Schizo much sia.
(10:55 AM)
