abracadabra
Before I begin my entry on Brown Eyed Girls concert, I am going to spam redundant photos of food.
Clam Chowder
Creamy Chicken Pasta
Al-Funghi pasta ( ILU MUSHROOMS)
Manhattan Fish Market platter for 2
Ok done. I shall now proceed with the BEG concert with peace. The initial plan was to meet Ikana at 5pm in ION together with his friends but someone was late because he took a nap and ONLY woke up at 5 FML. I swear to god I could have stab Ikana with a pencil eyeliner right through his heart.
I shamelessly called his friends to meet them first but not without hiding behind some pillars and mustering enough courage to finally meet them. NOT FUNNY K. I am an extremely shy person.
My face
They went to have dinner at some non-halal pork serving place and even though I already had dinner, I have a sudden desire for fries from Long John. So I went down, with 7 dollars in hand feeling extremely happy with the thought of eating fries ONLY to find out that the outlet have been replaced with some Wanton Noodle shop. WTF IS THIS. (EXPLAIN TO ME THIS CONSPIRACY AGAINST ME /paramore) With a broken heart, I walked to KFC to get cheese fries but another sudden thought of eating ~BANDITO POCKET~ came to my mind. I bought the damn bandito, sat down at some place and ate the lovely thing, threw away the packaging ONLY to realize that I threw my cash in the dustbin as well FML x 2.
When in doubt of doing nonsense job like digging money out of the dustbin despite stares from the public, you can always rely on Ikana. Unfortunately, my one dollar coin is forever gone in the abyss of the bin.
By the time we arrived at Zouk, the queue was extremely long. Once again, we shall all blame it on Ikana because it was his fault for his lateness. My hopes to hug Narsha was shattered and I was disappointed in Zouk. It was only my second time there and I really hate their stupid interior. It is one of the worst place to hold a live concert ever ever.
WAI IS THE QUEUE SO LONG.
“Eh I tell you ah, this BEG is damn good one! So sexy sexy!”
Latecomer
Latecomer and I
Dude who likes Tae Yang
Some dance group called Sachoom performed first. They were quite good and the girls have hot bods with abs. I jealous.
Sachoom
THIS IS WHERE I GET SUPER DAMN TULAN WITH ZOUK. They have these stupid speakers/projectors hanging from the ceiling that blocked our view. And most of the time, it’s where Narsha was standing. FML x 3. To make it even worse, there was this really obese minah standing beside Ikana who kept pushing. I find it damn amusing when minahs speak in Malay, saying bad things about my friends in front of me. I UNDERSTOOD EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU SAID WOMEN. This fat hen was blablablabbering about how much she wanted to push Ikana and her 10 dollar dress which she thinks looks nice on her (I think it looks damn unflattering on her fat ass). The moment the concert starts, she video-taped the entire performance from point A-Z, looking at the concert through her camera screen.
WHAT ON EARTH?! You paid loads of money to watch Brown Eyed Girls live but throughout the time they were on stage, you video the whole thing when you could have watched HD quality live performances of them via youtube instead of your shit ass camera at a really bad angle (it’s a DSLR but whatever. So many people carry DLSR nowadays and it’s no big shit). Whenever I moved a little because I was uncomfortable in my tiny space, she would make the tsk tsk sound! This delusional fat minah should not be allowed in! Granted, I might not know her personally but she annoys the hell out of me and Ikana. FML x 4.
OIE ZOUK EXPLAIN TO ME WHY NARSHA IS COVERED BY THAT?
Rare moment where I get to see all 4 girls on stage T_T
Some dude name Lee An started singing. I don’t know who he is and I did not pay 98 bucks to see him.
k lar, he quite cute.
Then, there was some ‘game thing’. 2 groups of people were pre-chosen (HOW WERE THESE PEOPLE CHOSEN?) to dance and sing to BEG songs. It was funny but again, we did not pay money to watch insignificant people on stage, getting prizes we could only dream of. I ONLY WANT TO SEE MOAR BROWN EYED GIRLS. WHY IS THIS SO HARD? T_T
NO.
LOL someone gave Gain a signboard of Jo Kwon.
Overall, Brown Eyed Girls themselves were awesome. They were like sex goddesses on stage, so effortless in charming the crowd. SNSD PLEASE COME TO SINGAPORE NEXT!!
I shall end this post with a random picture of a kawaii necklace I just bought. I’ve been trying to find it for ageeeeeeeeeeess.
PS: I’m on MC today hence I was able to do this entry. Feeling a little drowsy now. Nap nap time! *hugs and kisses* <33
Waffles and Boom Boom Sundae
HAI GAIZ LONG TIME NO BLOG!
Being busy would be a lie (well except for work but meh who the hell wants to listen to people rambling about their work?). The entire population is facing the same shit as you are, one way or another and us sad earthlings can only whine like mofos. And then we get to the point where we turn 22 and wither into dinosaur fossils. To sum it all up, we should all go to work with a smiling face and [/sarcasm] chant, “I LOVE LIFE” [/end sarcasm] over and over again.
Honestly speaking though, I’ve been a little intimidated to blog. I started this domain last February and I went to check my site status and OMFGWTFX 8.7K hits in a year. This digit is obviously a freaking atom as compared to Ilyana’s full molecular structure, TEA-NOIR (GO CLICK AND BE CAPTIVATED BY HER L33T PHOTOGRAPHY AND DESIGNING SKILLZZ AND HER AWESOME WRITING). Wordpress doesn’t count my own visit and I don’t read my blog elsewhere because I cringe at my own words.
Later random people judge me on my forehead how?! But then again, it’s not like people have not already make fun of my high forehead before and my blog is the one place I can go absolutely bananas on. HIGH FOREHEAD CAN SHINE SUNRAYS AND COOK EGGS OK.
Let me continue with my ancient story. I had a pretty awesome weekend. My weekend usually starts on Friday after 6pm and nothing beats reading an sms that says, “I’m outside your school gate. Care to join me?” and seeing my bf waiting for me in the car with a hug after a week of not seeing each other (DAMN YOU NS). Even though we fought the day before and I slept with a broken heart and freaking crying till nearly 4am in the morning wtf.
He continued to melt glaciers around my heart by making me sandwiches that has all my favorite things in it on Saturday, complete with a cup of chocolate malt. When I wanted to drink, half the cup was already gone and I looked at him with a need to stab him through the heart.
On Sunday night, we went for an L4D 2 session with Ashraf’s elder sister and her friends (OMG THEY ARE SO DAMN HILARIOUS). I swear to god I did not expect them to notice my random dancing while gaming. And they mock my dancing afterwards HAHAHAHAHAH. Wtf damn embarrassing!
BOOM BOOM SUNDAE
Waffles with maple syrup and M&Ms
Ashraf’s sister paid for our food and our gaming session and drove me home all the way to Hougang. I am forever in debt! T___T
With that, I shall end this entry with a, STAY AWESOME EVERYONE!
completely narcisstic pictures of me you don’t want to see.
I was so completely bored out of my mind that I decided to play with my M.A.C make up. I went to my sister’s room, saw her hair straightener and went to straighten my hair. It’s a little fail but my hair is, very stubborn. Naturally, as with 99.9% of the woman population out there, I took out my camera and cam-whore the living shit out of it. Pardon me, I am usually not this vain.
May you guys get fat from this season of love and ang baos. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to play a little World of Warcraft even though I can totally imagine Ikana shaking his head right now in disapproval and calling me a private server bitch. I don’t care. It makes me happy and I get to ride all the pretty mounts. Can you?
saturday the 13th
I woke up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy extremely nervous. The day that I was not looking forward to since last year had actually arrived. All those crying and random days where Ashraf drove me to Ilyana’s house at midnight just so I can hug and cry on her shoulders seemed distant.
I declined my trip to Batam with my relatives, mum and sis who are currently eating awesome food and island-hopping, probably doing a little fishing and catching crabs. I can always go there but sending Ilyana off is much more important!
My survival box for 3 days. Day one and more than half is already gone.
Ashraf swapped his duty on Saturday so that he could be with me the entire day knowing I would be all emo and sad. T_____________T And he didn’t tell me until the end of the day. (A smack and a hug for being so damn nice to me)
RANDOM SIDETRACK: KFC eggtarts are MAJOR awesome! (something you don’t really expect from KFC lol)
We reached the airport super super early, even earlier than Ilyana’s family and that is *REALLY* saying something. Let’s see, we reached around 7.30pm and the flight is only around 11. *SINGS THE DEDICATION ANTHEM*
Somehow, Ali (Ashraf’s ~bestest best friend forever~) was there and my god I’ve never seen 2 guys so attracted to each other before. It was like, they were ~meant to be~. I stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes as the 2 of them embraced like long lost lovers that has not seen each other since the death of King Tutankhamen.
Hi everyone, meet my cousins, my boyfriend, Ali and his oranges.
DAMN IT WOMAN I’LL MISS YOU!
Sigh, she even had time to give me her Lush Angels on Bare Skin and send me one last sms before her plane took off. Woman, it’s like you stabbed me with a knife made of cupcakes and muffins.
By the way, in case anyone saw 2 crazy people running through T3 in the airport and walking all over the place from T3 to T1 to T2 and back to some other terminal, it’s Ashraf wanting to take the cab and me insisting that cabs are evil and the number one culprit that sucks your bank account. In the end, we took the train to Red hill and he sent me back home in a cab. A WINRAR DECISION HAS BEEN MADE DING DING DING DING DING.
Yes, I was terribly emo on the way home.
I love you Ilyana and I know you’ll have a blast there! Come back soon and bring back MOAR Lush stuffs! 
*virtual hug*
Bbs forever – Never forget.
Last night was an awesome dinner out with Ilyana and Ikana. 2 more days till Ilyana flies off and comes back with a hot Australian accent and hopefully an equally hot boyfriend that has abs like Taylor Lautner, nice blonde hair, able to cook Japanese food every week, buys her a Chanel for her birthday and most importantly, possessed important skills like doing the sexy Nichkhun dance wave.
We approve.
We settled on Manhattan Fish Market since Seoul Garden FAILED on us. SHAME ON YOU for not letting us devour on Korean BBQ! Nah actually the queue was super long and the waiting time was one hour minimum. By the time we would eventually get our table in Seoul Garden, Ikana would probably be raging all over Bugis Junction begging for food. In order for peace and stabilization to continue in Bugis, we went for Manhattan. Moreover, Ikana gave a definite face of approval when Ilyana suggested Manhattan for dinner. I don’t know why I am typing all these redundant piece of details but by the time you finished reading this sentence, you’ve been tricked to read absolutely rubbish things that would not make a difference in your life. *LIKE THIS LINE OVER HERE*
*AND HERE*
Sooooooo anywayyyy, here’s an obligatory picture of the royal bitchness herself, Queen Ilyana with her present from Ikana, the mango slut. Ikana should know by now why I call him mango. *hints hints*
All (reluctantly) hail the royal bitch!
And here is *urgh*, another picture of her pretending to eat her bowl of calamari and asparagus soup. Drink up your soup, bitch.
The girl at the back look incredibly sad with her food
MY GOD ILYANA WAS INSANELY ANAL ABOUT THE PHOTOS I TOOK OF HER AND MADE ME DELETE MORE THAN 50% OF THE PHOTOS IN MY CAMERA. WTFX.
A freaking screen-shot of a video I took of Ikana & Ilyana
Even though I took a lot of photos of them together, she deleted every single photo of them FML. ~Oh the pixel memories forever gone~ My heart, it aches for them~
Giant Platter. Not so giant but delicious nonetheless.
*points at stack of fried fish and prawns*
Ilyana’s present from Ikana.
DAMN HILARIOUS I SWEAR TO MY SOFT TOY PENGUINNIE. Bbs forever…………Never forget……….Ikana ROFLMAO. He even sprayed Body Shop’s apple perfume on the damn yellow ribbons! Dedication!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thanks to Ilyana for giving me 2 Beauty Diary face masks! Before meeting her, we went to this awesome albeit a little dubious shop that sells products such as shampoo, make-up and facial cleanser for crazy cheap. When I say cheap, I mean at least 5-10 bucks cheaper from the normal rates outside. The owner said his shop was really popular in the 1980s before Orchard Road was built. Thank you Uncle! Please continue selling insanely cheap products! I will raid your shop every month and I love your totally old-school cashiering system.
Can you believe that the Evian face pad cleanser is only 3.50?!?! Crazy!
I also got new clothes yay~ Black lace dress yay~ I am going to wear the freaking dress for the upcoming Brown Eyed Girls concert. So damn tempted to wear my cat ears along so I can dance dance to T-ara’s Bo Peep LOL.
WTF THEY LOOK LIKE 2 DIFFERENT PERSON. I don’t have a secret twin sister!
I shall end this post with a video of Ilyana opening her present. Screw you photobucket for making my video darker than it is. Enjoy!
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EDIT: ~Some spectacular quotes from the royal bitchness~
“is that on yet? can you lyk say something? *bitch face*”
“Don’t put this on youtube. This is lyk private yo, as private as porn tapes can be….oh wait porn tapes aren’t really private rait.”
“oh actually i’d love to have your face there, i’d wank to your face every night HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
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Hugs and Kisses,
nadzirah
do you really have to go now?
goodbye baby
I buried you next to F1 so you can both have an awesome hamster-to-bird conversation when you’re bored. Your death was incredibly sudden and I will miss your presence. Seeing your lifeless body really breaks my heart.
I love you.