It's 3:14am... and yes. I just got home recently from that 'Pit Rave'. Well, honestly, I was not enjoying myself. It was full of second hand smoke (duh.. ), full of people that I do not like mingling around with, crappy music (Prodigy SUX big time - they are super duper mega weird beings.. not too sure if they were humans or aliens - but the beats or rhythm of the songs were.. OK la), crappy DJ after that (... well, there were supposed to be 2 djs, but before their arrival - it was already 1am - they played really crappy slow beat hip hop rap sorta junk - then you would have all the monkeys and octopus moving their appendages trying to swat a fly that had gone into the back of their briefs/panties - apparently trying to dance. they should learn how to move first), the crowd was ridiculous (there were like a throng of people, loud, tall, smelly ang mohs, people from our neighbouring country, ... some.. animals too, i think - and all of them were moving through the crowd and somehow, the moving line always appears next to us, and it's so damn irritating when they just push through you like that - not before stepping on your toes and rubbing their sweaty skin on you first - i sometimes would not budge to let them through, but i get defeated by the reeking stench of their breath at times, and I would have to let them pass to keep myself on my feet) and it RAINED.
Yes. But it rained at a good time. I was tired and I was really so lovesick. I was having.. no.. i am having the 'william withdrawal symptom'.. This dreadful illness is when I have not seen my one and only love for ONE weekend - and that equals 2 days - and I can not bear being away from him. Yes. T.W.O D.A.Y.S. 48 hours of not seeing or speaking to him is enough to nullify all efforts of trying to live normally & happilly. I have no words to put down here to describe the emptiness in my heart. It's like.. being a zombie.. ... .. with no... physique to.. .. 'zombie' around. Yes. It is just.. .simply. Hell.
So... .. Siew Lee's shoe got spoilt whilst dancing and then it started raining so thankfully, they decided to call it a night. And it was an outdoor rave. And yes, we walked at least 500 meters in the heavy downpour. And I got drenched. With a sore throat, with a tortured and empty heart, and high heels (which I took off halfway before I simply had no energy to walk and balance myself down the steep slope), I could only make it to the guard house of the KL Towers. I was soaked to the bone, so miserable and I know that William is going to kill me when he reads this. And to top it all up, I was so depressed knowing that I could have spend my night on MSN with William instead of typing this at 3:36am after a rave which I did not need to go which I paid RM45 for.
It was the same as yesterday's concert at the stadium. The line up was fabulous. Black eyed peas did a marvellous job in showing off their individual musical talents, Wyclef Jean made my night without William almost bearable, Boyz 2 Men moved me to watery eyes when they did their popular songs (On bended Knees, Water Runs Dry, A song for Mama) because I really was so william deprived, Backstreet Boys managed to make the ah lians get off their petite arses - not to dance.. noooo... ah lians do not dance.. but instead, they jab the air delicately with their fingers at invisible floating bubbles while moving their scrawny hips to the tempo of 'Negaraku' (Negaraku[national anthem] - very... slow.. beat.. almost to the point of brain dead status on a heart monitor machine) so instead of trying to enter the Guinness World of Records by dancing a proper dance, all they did was whip out their nifty phone cameras (which they might have squeezed out of their whimpy bfs) and starting clicking pictures of the boys. Typical. They have to stock up on their BSB pictures just in case they can't lie anymore to themselves that their bfs are actually 'good looking', so they need the extra go-juice to boost up their sex life.
Lauren Hill was indeed the diva of the night, Jacky Chan was being hillarious, Nicholas Tse and his harem of other anorexic Hong Kong female singers were trying to prove that 'talking very fast, shrilly and in a foreign language' is much better than 'trying to coordinate the microphone while singing so that it would not catch static', and last but not least our 'fantastic' local team of 'mumblers'.. seriously, I could not catch a single word when they were on stage. The only good number they managed to croak out well was 'Innuendo - Belaian Jiwa'.
And Sharmila, was offered a Rm552 ticket, and she chosed me ... out of her closest friends and cousins, to enjoy the better, much more controlled environment at the front seats. I think that was the only delightful moment of the night. But it was short lived as I was suffering from william withdrawal.
I was thinking of whether he had reached his destination safely. Whether he had had his dinner? Whether he had managed to compile notes before the meeting? Whether he had a proper room mate? Whether.. whether.. whether... .. .. all these questions were just playing through my mind the entire night and day and night and day.. and night.. The most I could do was to send countless SMSes. I would have had definately called him if my line could call overseas. I will take a day off from work and settle that problem with Maxis as soon as I can. .. Maybe next Friday. Yes. I shall do it.
I swear, I will never, ever want to go through all that again. I will not choose a shitty Rave over my boyfriend whom I love ever so deeply. And I swear, if he does not come home anytime soon after he gets his degree, I will fly myself there even if I had to knock out an unlucky traveller at the airport to rob him off his flight ticket to Canberra (it would definately be a 'he'. girls might get a little aggressive).
William. You are my life. My love. My everything.
I love you.
Yes. But it rained at a good time. I was tired and I was really so lovesick. I was having.. no.. i am having the 'william withdrawal symptom'.. This dreadful illness is when I have not seen my one and only love for ONE weekend - and that equals 2 days - and I can not bear being away from him. Yes. T.W.O D.A.Y.S. 48 hours of not seeing or speaking to him is enough to nullify all efforts of trying to live normally & happilly. I have no words to put down here to describe the emptiness in my heart. It's like.. being a zombie.. ... .. with no... physique to.. .. 'zombie' around. Yes. It is just.. .simply. Hell.
So... .. Siew Lee's shoe got spoilt whilst dancing and then it started raining so thankfully, they decided to call it a night. And it was an outdoor rave. And yes, we walked at least 500 meters in the heavy downpour. And I got drenched. With a sore throat, with a tortured and empty heart, and high heels (which I took off halfway before I simply had no energy to walk and balance myself down the steep slope), I could only make it to the guard house of the KL Towers. I was soaked to the bone, so miserable and I know that William is going to kill me when he reads this. And to top it all up, I was so depressed knowing that I could have spend my night on MSN with William instead of typing this at 3:36am after a rave which I did not need to go which I paid RM45 for.
It was the same as yesterday's concert at the stadium. The line up was fabulous. Black eyed peas did a marvellous job in showing off their individual musical talents, Wyclef Jean made my night without William almost bearable, Boyz 2 Men moved me to watery eyes when they did their popular songs (On bended Knees, Water Runs Dry, A song for Mama) because I really was so william deprived, Backstreet Boys managed to make the ah lians get off their petite arses - not to dance.. noooo... ah lians do not dance.. but instead, they jab the air delicately with their fingers at invisible floating bubbles while moving their scrawny hips to the tempo of 'Negaraku' (Negaraku[national anthem] - very... slow.. beat.. almost to the point of brain dead status on a heart monitor machine) so instead of trying to enter the Guinness World of Records by dancing a proper dance, all they did was whip out their nifty phone cameras (which they might have squeezed out of their whimpy bfs) and starting clicking pictures of the boys. Typical. They have to stock up on their BSB pictures just in case they can't lie anymore to themselves that their bfs are actually 'good looking', so they need the extra go-juice to boost up their sex life.
Lauren Hill was indeed the diva of the night, Jacky Chan was being hillarious, Nicholas Tse and his harem of other anorexic Hong Kong female singers were trying to prove that 'talking very fast, shrilly and in a foreign language' is much better than 'trying to coordinate the microphone while singing so that it would not catch static', and last but not least our 'fantastic' local team of 'mumblers'.. seriously, I could not catch a single word when they were on stage. The only good number they managed to croak out well was 'Innuendo - Belaian Jiwa'.
And Sharmila, was offered a Rm552 ticket, and she chosed me ... out of her closest friends and cousins, to enjoy the better, much more controlled environment at the front seats. I think that was the only delightful moment of the night. But it was short lived as I was suffering from william withdrawal.
I was thinking of whether he had reached his destination safely. Whether he had had his dinner? Whether he had managed to compile notes before the meeting? Whether he had a proper room mate? Whether.. whether.. whether... .. .. all these questions were just playing through my mind the entire night and day and night and day.. and night.. The most I could do was to send countless SMSes. I would have had definately called him if my line could call overseas. I will take a day off from work and settle that problem with Maxis as soon as I can. .. Maybe next Friday. Yes. I shall do it.
I swear, I will never, ever want to go through all that again. I will not choose a shitty Rave over my boyfriend whom I love ever so deeply. And I swear, if he does not come home anytime soon after he gets his degree, I will fly myself there even if I had to knock out an unlucky traveller at the airport to rob him off his flight ticket to Canberra (it would definately be a 'he'. girls might get a little aggressive).
William. You are my life. My love. My everything.
I love you.
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