MORE! MORE! MORE!

Ah man, can't believe it's already Thursday. It felt as if it was only Sunday yesterday.
Speaking of which, Sunday was freaking AWESOME. In case you haven't heard, yes i went for Paramore.
It's funny how some people only knew about it on the day itself when I bought the tickets months ago.

So anyway, I had a lot of fun. I didn't take much pictures because I was busy jumping around and singing and screaming my heart out. By the end of the show, I was drenched in my own sweat. LITERALLY. My hair looked as if I just got out of the shower. You must be thinking, "Really meh?! Indoor stadium sia! Got air conditioner ley!". You are so wrong, my friend. But this is what I like about gigs. The sweats, the goosebumps, the thumping feeling your heart gets when the drummer start beating the drums. It's one of those places you get to lose yourself and nobody cares. No matter how ridiculous you look, people seriously don't care. You somehow feel like you're connected to everybody. Because everybody's gonna be shouting and sweating and jumping and head banging - depending on what genre the band is. If Click Five you head bang, cannot accept sia! ..l.. - and etc. Anyway, you'll get what i mean.

Hoping to see more bands this year.

People = Shit

Thank you Farah, Nadia, Pudding and Steph for the little birthday surprise. I know it’s nothing much but i really do appreciate it. It’s the thought that counts. I don’t need a huge birthday cake or an epic birthday party. It’s the little things that matter.
Ok, I'm going to be blogging more serious today.
You can leave if you hate it. I don’t care.

I don’t get people. This is one of the major reasons why I'm anti-social. It really annoys me that they only think about themselves. They only think of their image, their reputation, their everything.
Hollywood, fame, beauty pageants, money, cars, clothes, cigarettes.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
Who the fuck cares about how you look
Who the fuck cares how much money you got.
Who the fuck cares if you’re wearing designer clothes or shoes or bags!
WHO THE FUCK?!
There's so much more to life than all those bullshit.
What about that homeless kid on the street?
What about all the seniors in the old folks home?
Is that how you repay your own parents?!

Yes, I am an angry kid. Maybe because of all the shit I've been through.
Parents divorcing. Being homeless. Twice. A father who doesn’t even care if you’re dead or alive. A brother who’s always MIA. And the other who only thinks about himself. A mother sacrificing everything for her own children.

There’s so much things I want to rant about. Ah, who am I kidding? I’m only 18. Sometimes I really wish people would hear me out.

No!

Hello, douche bags.


No, I not gonna talk about my birthday. There's nothing to talk about. Literally nothing.
No, turning 18 doesn't feel much of a difference when you're 17 or 16.
No, I'M NOT GETTING INTO A CLUB!
No, I'm not gonna start smoking.
No, I'm not gonna start drinking.
No, because i'm AWESOME.

Killuminati

Need i say more?

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I got 79 for this.
I wonder what my art teacher was thinking back then.