.Sunday, August 5, 2007 ' 2:42 PM x
Guessed what? This may sounds fur-ekky, but this year it seems
like I hardly attended any concerts. In comparison with the past
years, which I have attended almost every concert in town, from
famous boybands to local's production. And this year, (pretty much
a more err, civilised.) I am attending a Musical on the 11th.
Yesterday was whacked, my boisterious blood revived when I tapped
to the Rock Metal beats from Sweden at Esplanade, Baybeats. There
were great crowds, misbehaving, carrying one another up in the air,
wild pushers and goers, and well, the Ilyana's Party-Aura is back (:
Honestly speaking, it did not hurts to ogle at guys last night, even
with my mother's company. She understands the way modern teenagers
live and party despite her hatred for head-banging musics. It is not
easy to find a substitute to replace her absence. I love her, infinite.
OH! Hot news. I spotted Mr.Kebabman while tip-toeing! Goshh! It was darn
obvious that it was him, since well, I was very observant last night. I saw
Danielle's Hottie, the drummer from Singapore Poly. (In that drama he was
called 'Dani'.) And, yes. There were malays everywhere! In short,
Singapura which was once known as Temasek, was back. Sad to say, I believed
that all these dummies went to watch the fireworks. But, too bad yesterday's
rehearsal was just a HALF one. (Aww..)
GOSHH again, mama and I crapped once more. I recall telling her about
ang mohs being super tall and super cute. She chipped in, telling me
all her teenagers stories of wearing super revealing clothes but
not as wild as those teenagers nowadays. Goshh, I could not believe my
ears. She then confessed that even old Japanese hags, approached her
and asked, "Are you mixed?" She replied "Yes." Darn. My mum told me
that she is pretty unsure whether she is mixed with a teensy bit of
Portugese blood. I told her, maybe yes, since last time our forefathers
are pilgrims/immigrants. But, it is confirmed that I am a mixture of
Indian and Chinese Sarawak(Kadazan) (: I then asked her what does my
sister looks like? She said, "She looked like a chinese." I smiled.
"So mama, what about me? Since last time people kept on saying that you
looked like a mixed breed of Arab and Portugese." My mama smiled reassuringly.
"If you were to dab that make-up, make your nose sharper and dye your hair,
people will think you're Eurasian." (And guessed what? I was proud. Haha.)
I then confided her into teaching me the styles of make-up (:
I WORE LITTLE FAKEY-FAKEY EYELASHIES YESTERDAY! Darn, it was troublesome.
Labels: Life is sweet sometimes.
I have tried farcical. Now what else?
