To You

A Martyr

If I should live to see the day,

When you’d greet me with a smile to match the Sun’s,

And dispel my lonesome day-to-day worries,

To feel as free as butterflies, so merry and gay.

Just to have your eyelashes brush my cheek,

When you lean in to whisper comforting lies,

So that I’d smile a smile to match the Sun’s,

For that, anytime I’ll trade my hands and eyes.

It is not the shine of your hair or the curve of your lips,

That captures and imprisons my every breath,

But the scent and melody of your love,

So strong in all that you say, all that you do.

Smothering it might be, this ‘love’ of yours,

And dead I’d rather be, than not be yours,

For I’ve waited a thousand eternities,

To bask in your presence and die a lover’s death.

Shush and hush you’ll plead to me,

How sweet, how sickening; just like honey,

How I’ll love you oh, how I’ll hate you,

For my perennial enslavement to your beauty.

Yes, yes, and yes! I do love you,

Need I bleed my very eyes and cry for you?

Need I keel over or kneel forever?

Believe me, I love only you.

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Note:

Because I was watching 'Leaves of Grass' which is a movie that premiered at a film festival last year and is not yet but supposed to be released this year. And YES, it stars Edward Norton. And, well, Edward Norton. He plays identical twins in it heh.

What got me writing this is cuz there's this girl in the movie, she recited a portion of Walt Whitman's - To You (here) while she gutted a humongous cat fish that she caught with her bare hands. Fantastic no?

Anyway, she read this bit here:

You have not known what you are,

you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life,

Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,

What you have done returns already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you,

Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,

Beautiful isn't it? Took my breath away. 'To You' is a love poem and it actually got me wishing I'm in love or at least, have known love (of that sort I mean) for a sec. Just so I could write something a fraction of a fraction of a fraction as pretty as it is.

And I wrote this. It started out okay I guess. I mean, I tried to imagine what it'd be like, to be foolish and stupid and in love (I'm pretty sure I got the foolish and stupid part accurate...) but then, I got angry halfway and there. It turned out accusing and bitter instead of passionate and lovely. Even titled it 'A Martyr' as a sort of petty vengeance for my being incapable of at least imagine how it'd be like to be in love.

I suppose, I just have this idea of how grand 'Love' should be and decided that I shan't by any means succeed in 'simulating' it without having experience it first. Hah. Oh, I might cling to romanticism and all but I'm still, a realist. I don't hang onto such things.

I'm hopeless. I even tried my best not to make it rhyme but rhyme it did. I'm such a rhymster. *sigh* Ah, well.

A Wrinkle In Time

Hey there. Hi. I feel like writing something.

First week of holiday's been swell so far. Not 'far out' but 'okay' for a holiday, which is perfectly 'swell' in non-holiday terms. Uh, yeah, you get what I mean.

Got myself a bunch more books to read and got my spectacles back yesterday. Believe me, it does NOT pay to be half blind. Seriously. Went to Kinokuniya yesterday...(or was it the day before that? Whatev) and had a singularly terrible time. I NEVER feel terrible in bookstores, they're like a temple to me, but I sure as heck felt bad yesterday (?). I mean, there's all these books and I could touch em' and all but I can't read em'. Not unless I'm like an inch away from their spines.

Egh. Anyway got myself Palahniuk's Survivor, The Dice Man and Tales of the MADMAN Underground. I've only a few shillings left in my wallet haha.

And since it's the holidays, I pretty much lost my bearings on time. I don't know what day or date it is. I've been living this week a day late actually, til a friend of mine pointed out that my Wednesday was actually a Thursday. I dunno, it's hard to keep track of days and dates when you're reading. I mean, in this particular book it'd be 1973 and then it's 1999 in another one and then it'd be 2006 or 1984 or something. Frankly, it's nice not having to care what day and date it is. Very relaxing.

In this past few days I've been living the life of the protagonist of whatever I might be reading at the moment. Last week I was a midget terrorist, then I was a couple of siblings with too much brains for my own good with a great deal of depression to deal with, then I was a white collar psycho with dissociative personality disorder and now I'm a head case teenager living in the 70s trying to be normal but not quite nailing it, yet.

Ha. Dang. It looks like I've been reading some pretty off the rails stuff eh? But it's not like that really. No. They're all really good books. I read a lot of Fantasy, Magic-Me and Classics-with-flowery-prose stuff last time. So, am taking a departure from that for a bit. Variety is good.

Oh yeah, went to a chocolate fair today. Well, it wasn't really a fair. Just Beryl's factory giving out free chocolate samples :) Free chocolates are good.

P.S: I'm done with Hugh Grant, since he's not making anymore films off late. So, say hello to Edward Norton. He's precious *smiles*

FIGHT CLUB

You look up at the stars and you're gone.

I don't care what everybody says. It's a romance. The most naive and honest to God romance ever written. No, really. It's romantic how he wants to wipe out history. It's romantic how he's rebelling against sheer hopelessness. It's romantic how he romanticize 'life' itself. AND. It's romantic how seemingly crude he is. I just love the whole 'middle children of history' thing. Haha.

There's a bah-zillion things I do NOT agree with in Fight Club. And a bah-zillion MORE things I wish to expound, to DISagree with Fight Club. Which is, just about everything IN it. But that's not the point. What I like about it, is the spirit. The courage in it. The oh so flawed idea of supposedly hitting the 'bottom'. Flawed yet tantalizing. Fight Club is saturated with the truth (to an extent that is) that most of us never have the guts to acknowledge.

But then again, you don't always love what's right or even good for you. Know what I mean? Haha. I'm no psycho. I'm just proclaiming my eternal love for the spirit of Fight Club. That is all.

Oh, forgive me.

I have like, a bah-zillion more things to say but I can't. My head's screwed.

And the AFTERWORD. Like woah.

I have never felt like this since Harry Potter. If you see me lugging around Fight Club, don't ask.

And oh, the BEST way to read FIGHT CLUB is to:

1) Watch 3/4 of the movie. Stop.

2) Read the book.

3) Watch the movie again.

It gives you a clearer picture of what's goin' on and all.

P.S: No matter how many times I've seen gore in movies. I can NEVER stomach them. I cringe, I yelp, I just, shrivel. Can't stand violence. The flat packing sound when somebody's knuckles connect with...somebody. Oh, shoot me.

P.P.S: Video games are different. They're synthetic. Non-sentient. Get what I mean?

I'm Jack's Raging Bile Duct

Holiday. Yeahhh.

Today, I went to Midvalley alone specifically to buy Palahniuk's Fight Club. Yeap.

Been watching the movie last night, but I stopped 3/4 through it. Didn't wanna spoil the ending, wanna read the book first. I don't normally like films with unnecessarily overwhelming amounts of blood and guts (Though I like it when there's ample of these when you slash monsters in vid games). Fight Club is different. To sum it up into a single word would be: Hyper-PSYCHO. Haha.

I must say though, I don't see how getting yourself smashed into a pulp would relieve stress and depression. But then, I suppose they're all masochist. Tyler and everybody else in Fight Club I mean. Then again, there's the gender factor. Perhaps guys really do enjoy getting smashing each other's faces. What do I know. *shrug*

Palahniuk's stuff are monstrous really. Finished reading Pygmy last Friday. It's dark, obscene and...downright hilarious. I would've never coined satire to be my cup of tea. Especially ones with midget terrorists in em'. Palahniuk sir, you might've just shredded chunks of the pacifist in me into pieces. A certain degree of violence, I proclaim, is agreeable. Not desirable, no, never. But agreeable.

Oh, I picked up Salinger's Nine Stories and Connolly's The Gates too this morning. MPH is better than borders but Kinokuniya is the best. In terms of book supply I mean. Can't get member discounts at Kino unfortunately. *sigh*

Speaking of Salinger. I've a fixation on how he writes. Like, I don't know...his writing seems effortless. It's not lyrical and all that whatnot. It's brief, concise yet it still bears the nuances that I prize. He describes things scantily but they suffice. An impressionist he is. As for the characters...I find them all a trifle bit annoying. Oh, but I do adore them, to some extent that is. Ach, I've only read the Catcher in the rye and Franny. Am halfway through Zooey. Again, what do I know? Nothing really.

Books aside, Movies. Watched Robin Hood. It's okay. I kinda like it. I definitely like it better than Iron Man 2 as far as I'm concerned. Watched some movies I found in my hard disk. Looted from house mates and class mates. Namely, Fired Up (some shit bout cheerleading) and Cowboys And Angels.

This guy, Michael Legge, he's in Cowboys And Angels and he's a dead ringer to Elijah Wood! Friggin' adorable. I particularly liked this bit of the movie:

Old guy: You can burn candles in both hands only for so long.

Shane (Michael): It's my wick. I'll go out in flames if I want to.

Heh. Comel.

And oh, I also wasted some watercolours and painted these. I just felt like painting something. So yeah.

"Noise"

"I'll go out in flames if I want to"

BTN

Got back yesterday from BTN in Tanjung Rhu, Sepang. My verdict? It's something special alright.

Man, I don't even know what to write. I fear that I shan't do justice by it. Let's begin a note of thanks:

I thank you facilitators of BTN Tanjung Rhu, Sepand (17th May 2010 - 21st May 2010) for the wisdom you all have imparted.

Er yeah, I've been reading Palahniuk's Pygmy. *shrug*

Now, I hate to sound cheesy or anything like that. I'll just stick to the bare minimum then. So, what I learned in those five days and four nights are:

• The Federal Constitution.

We learned a lot about 'Perlembagaan Persekutuan' (Federal Constitution). How it has 183 perkara, and 20 bahagian. Specifically, we studied selected perkara's (3, 10, 14, 38, 43, 151, 152, 153, 160, 161..etc. etc.) and how they're inter related. About the constitution's soul, how it protects us citizen of Malaysia. We were also exposed to the political issues related to it and how a majority of people in Malaysia misinterpret the Federal Constitution or are completely ignorant of its importance (Just as how most of us students are pre-BTN).

It's actually pretty fun getting to talk like lawyers haha. Y'know stuff like, "Di bawah Perkara 10 kurungan 4, Perlembagaan menyatakan bahawa...etc. etc." All of us can talk like that now haha. The method BTN taught us these is also pretty unique. We had to find the 5 stations where facilitators will give us the Perlembagaan book and instruct us to read up and try to understand specific Perkara s and then present to the groups. Then we'd have an open discussion relating to the Perkara s and all.

Damn, forgive my rojak English.

• The Goverment

The usual, like in Sejarah textbook. The government, the parliament, Dewan Negara, Dewan Rakyat, Mahkamah etc etc. Mainly about the kerusis (222) and DUN and stuff like that. Also about NGOs and political parties and such. Issues relating to these and more. And oh, how there's 'toleransi politik' in Malaysia .

• Current issues

Current issues, both local and international. The emergence of U.S as a unilateral power, China's exponential growth, then local things relating to racial issues. And something about the Zionist Protocol and all. I dunno, I don't dare delve into these too much. I might write something inappropriate. =.='

• Malaysia

Well, generally everything about Malaysia. The people, culture and infrastructure. The meaning of independence, the prime ministers and everything in between. In short the history of Malaysia. From the pelanduk kicking Parameswara's dog, the Malacca channel, invasions (Portugese, Dutch, British and Japanese) to Independence Day.

Oh oh! I really like the bit where they showed us slides about the people who contributed for the Modal Insan thing :D

In essence, I believe that BTN is a good programme that our Malaysian government is investing in. Me and my peers who took part in BTN now understand the soul of the constitution, and to love our home soil Malaysia. We've learn to truly appreciate and love Malaysia and are now completely aware of our responsibility as future leaders and citizen of Malaysia. How crucial unity is.

There's actually a lot of things I'd still like to write but I doubt I'd be able to harness their importance in words to do them justice. Especially what my peers said when our Head facillitator, En. Mohd Kamal asked some of us to speak our mind in front of everyone. What they said, came from their heart.

What I wish now, is that BTN is made available for ALL students in Malaysia. The youth is the country's lifeline. Us, youth of Malaysia needs to learn these things. Only then can the future of Malaysia be brighter. May the legacy of our Independence survive and live on forever.

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P.S: Now I know that some people thing this BTN is a brainwashing thing to make us love our country. Maybe it is. Who ever says that all kinds brainwashing is a bad thing? Our brains are infested by all kinds of thoughts. A bit of 'washing' WILL do it some good.

I too, was HIGHLY suspicious of BTN. Thought it'd be some kind of communist like camp tryin' to brainwash us into loving our country and stuff. I listened to the talks and discussions and treated the activities with reservation. There's no harm in treating things with a degree of apprehension y'know. And VWALLA! What do you know. At the end of BTN I am enlightened :)

I'd like to think of it as re-engineering our perception and misconceptions about some things. Besides, you can't MAKE anybody love anything if they don't want to. You simply can't. BTN does not indoctrinate us, it is more of a crash course in Sejarah and with it, the seeds of love for Malaysia.

P.P.S: The French programme juniors are a DELIGHTFUL bunch haha. :D Us NZ bound AUSMATians are glad to have been acquainted with them.

By Choice

Its ironical, tyrannical,

Getting a kick out of misery,

Finding in it,

An innate beauty,

Its just on whims,

And preconceived notions,

Of how rotten the world is,

How terrible, man is.

Don't be naive now,

That's what they say to me,

Why I choose melancholy,

I believe is a mystery.

Alas, I'm a poser,

With the wits of a loser,

Who clings to nothings,

And cry for somethings.

Spare me, I'd say,

And smirk you would,

Thinking you've salvaged,

Your witty mood.

Sad Rose of all my days!

Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~~~ *ala The Kinks - 'You Really Got Me'*

Haha. I'm just pumped there's only one paper left to deal with. Chemistry on Friday then SEM BREAK! Well, okay, BTN first and THEN, the long awaited 3 week Sem Break.

Speaking of BTN, which will be held in Sepang, everyone's pretty upset that we're gonna have to get cozy with the French programme freshies. By 'everyone' I mean, my fellow JPA NZ-bound AUSMAT students. I don't really get the hoo-ha regarding this issue. I mean, how bad could it be? As far as I'm concerned, with the French kids in our lot, it only adds to the 'people-I-don't-really-know-anyway', which are my fellow batch mates. And, it could actually be a good thing. With more people in the lot, it'll be easier for me to blend into the crowd and read whatever the hell I might wanna read during the talks and such.

To my housies, I apologize for my lack of excitable outrage regarding this matter. ^_^' Sorry.

At any rate, I hear they give talks, brainwashing us into patriotism so that we won't bail out of our contracts and not serve the country. Oh, don't get me wrong, I may not be as patriotic as I ideally should be, I am not, by any means an anarchist or anything. I believe in change. Change will come when people who should die WILL die and be replaced by people who are (hopefully) more...upholding, to propel us into a brighter future. Besides, I'm fully aware that the allowance money that I'm living off at the moment are the People's money. The tax payers' money. Sometimes I'd ponder this and get pretty depressed because I feel that I ought to 'apply' myself instead of...read poetry and books and indulge in my fanatical interests.........in general, screwing myself over. Know what I mean? Ah, well.

Speaking of poetry. I'm in love with Yeats' - To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. What really got me is the first, and the last line:

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!

Lovely isn't it? Mind you, the Rose isn't merely a flower in the context of this poem. It addresses Ireland, personifies it. It's also connected to the Rose of Friday, the austerity of it. In essence, it symbolizes spiritual and eternal beauty.

Right, I should be studying now. Got elemental/environmental, analytical, organic and biological Chemistry to tackle.

I said I was fine

This just about sums up what I'm feeling so here. Have a go, you'll love it. I assure you.

You people probably don't care and all but here. This one has a HQ ver. of that snippet of Sinatra's My Way Jules sang at the beginning, in the vid up there, before the real song they performed; 'Between Love & Hate'. He can croon your hearts into his hands if he wants to. Heh.

And oh, got plenty of footage of Jules chucking the mic stand around and throwing himself into the Jap crowd at the end hahaaa. Btw, song's called New York City Cops.

If you don't listen to The Strokes. You should start now. You're missing about half the pomp and glitter of life on earth if you don't. Seriously.

Hey hey hey

Maths final, well mid year, tomorrow. Been twitchy for weeks now. Hopefully I'd stop jigging my damned knee by this time tomorrow.

Wrote a bunch of 'rhymes' out of irritation these last couple of weeks. Ain't gonna put em' up though, cuz they all say the same thing. Just in different words.

Where was I again?

Er, yeah.

So yeah, pray for my sanity ey?

Death of the Heart

The words in my veins,

The phrases in my breath,

The prose in my eyes,

They spoke of love for life.

I sought to understand myself,

And the voices rose; menacing,

They were instructions in many directions,

Not one, I found embracing.

And I, confounded and befuddled,

Grasped at things I deemed concrete,

A fallacy that has me struggling,

And now, I'm dead on my feet.

No hope, no love, no vigour,

Barred from any splendour,

I haven't the slighterst interest,

In this route I have chosen.

To have regrets at such young an age,

The wounds are scabbing,

The scars will never heal,

I shall not, I believe, live a life of zeal.

Because I'm still the asinine fool,

Who silenced her heart,

Make no mistake, I am paying,

With the death of my heart.

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Note:

"Death of the heart; it's the ugliest death there is"

(Oscar Wilde in Paris Je t'aime)

Thanks Adi, for barging in and singing Spongebob's 'Best Day Ever'. You made my day. I'm still hurting though. Goodnight everyone.

Incurable

I've figured it out. I have this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyscalculia

Fits better. Chronic dyslexics have severe trouble with reading/writing stuff. I'm past those.

DYSCALCULIA

Hahaha.

*goes and tries to study maths some more*

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UPDATE:

"Cowardice is labeling what you don't want to change as innate."

Dang. You got me there, Wilson.

I swear I'll try to make more of an effort this time.

Latent Urgency

I was sure it's 2001,

I blinked and I'm the only one,

How did I start to lose time?

I must've committed a crime.

Days, Months and Years,

They're not merely figures,

What was triumphant then,

Is never glorious again.

I shudder to think of it,

My failing memory dying,

As if falling into a pit,

Where there's only crying.

Perhaps if I was awakened,

More often than I was dreaming,

My latent urgency forsaken,

I'd meet my petty reckoning.

Though merciless Time ever was,

I should've noticed it,

How adrift I really was,

Or perhaps merely stupid.

Now I'm just wallowing,

Seeking my lost moments,

Vigilant of any omens,

Signs of my tardy 'awakening'.

Everyone's wearing fingerless gloves~

Boombox (The Lonely Island featuring Julian Casablancas)

Julian is MUCH too...I honestly can't find a single word to describe how....insanely awesome-fantastic-spectacular-fabulous-epic-ace-(insert adjectives that is synonymous with uber cooleness) HE IS in this MV.

I mean...The HAIR! The Jacket! The shades! The GLOVES (haha)! The MOVES (omg omg omg)!! and of course, The VOICE (*dies*)!!!!!!!!

And the friggin' lyrics! HAHAHAHHAHA. Okay, okay, please ignore the last bit of the video alrite? It's still funny though. Boiled goose, fingerless gloves, the boombox is NOT a toy!

If you have to pick ONE person on the face of the earth to define COOL. It HAS to be JULES.

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WOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHOHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHH!

The lyrics:

[The Lonely Island]
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these people will ever cut loose

But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high
And what happened next, will blow your mind

[Julian Casablancas]
Everything got outta control
The music was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people dancing

[The Lonely Island]
The Big Apple, where people never dance
Spirits go down while profits expand
The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice
The street benders peddling their boiled goose

So many types of people will never get along
Till I bust out my boombox and play this song

[Julian Casablancas]
The music washed away all the hate
And society started advancing
Every demographic was represented
It was a rainbow coalition of dancing
Whoa !
Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh !
I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman

[The Lonely Island]
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse
Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo base
And what happened next was a total disgrace

[Julian Casablancas]
Everybody started having ***
The music was way too powerful
A bunch of old people f****** like rabbits
It was disgusting to say the least
Oh!
A boombox can change the world
You gotta know your limits with a boombox
This was a cautionary tale
A boombox is not a toy

TOKIO HOTEL in Malaysia: A Review.

Bill Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel

Bill: "Make. Some. NOISE~~"

Date: 1st May 2010.

Venue: One Utama, Central Park Avenue.

Time: 6P.M (THIS IS A LIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. LIE LIE LIE.)

First, let's talk about the weather. It friggin' RAINED last night alright. Well, it wasn't a blizzard or anything, just a light shower. Still, it rained. The moment I got to OU with my cousins, we went hunting for a raincoat. OU is huge, buying a raincoat is like an expedition to an amazonian jungle, I kid you not. The second we started lining up to get to the stage, it rained thus the XXL raincoat became useful pretty much at once! ahaha. It fitted us both, so we stayed dry.

There were ALL KINDS of people attending the concert. Lining up, you get to see just how varied these concert goers are. There were blonde blue eyed foreigners, punk teenagers in eye liner, girls in Harujuku get-up, people in Harley Davidson tees, people in HOUSE MD tees (haha :P), tranvestites, indonesian contractors, whole families with their kids and all, an auntie, and legions of fangirls.

It took me a while to hunt for the surau for Asar prayer (it's on the second floor, fyi) and so me and my cousin Mun Mun (Munirah) entered a bit late. It was around 7 when we finally got in. We were lucky to be standing with two really nice people, an auntie who came all the way from Sabah (judging by her accent) and a Malay dude (who's a part time model), both of them are AVID fans of Tokio Hotel. The auntie had been there since morning, she went for the autograph session at 11A.M. And the dude, he's been to TH's concert in Singapore already. The auntie showed us pictures in her camera from the autograph session and the dude was real nice talking bout TH in general and cracking jokes bout the wildly dancing teens in front of us and sign language. Uh huh, we conversed about SIGN LANGUAGE. We were a funny bunch really, having a conversation like it's tea time or something amidst a concert crowd.

I felt a little bit awkward because, well, I attended the concert on a whim :S. My love for TH is minuscule compared to these two who knew every single line of TH's songs. I only knew the lyrics fro Moonson and World Behind My Wall. *shrug*

Now, let's get to the OPENING ACTS. There were 2 opening acts by Pop Shuvit and Bunkface.

I now declare my hatred for Pop Shuvit:

Pop Shuvit, I HATE you.

There. Whew! I'll tell you why. He sang 4 'songs'. They don't even sound much like 'songs' to me. 4 is too much anyway. I got tired waiting in the rain, in the crowd. I'm no good with crowds, I've no idea why I went anyway but it's good training for me. Gettin' into crowds and not having a nervous breakdown, I mean. I was pretty much mortified by everything that went on in the crowd during those accursed 4 songs. The only bit I liked during his set is when he suddenly walked into the crowd, some peeps in front caught him and carried him around on their shoulders. That was neat.

There's this couple beside us, plain disgusting. Then there's this dude (who's REALLY good lookin') in front of us who were shaking his head as if there's a giant African cockroach in his ears. I suppose he's dancing but it looked more like a seizure to me, I was rather worried. There's also a really tall steel pole beside us that shook violently and looked as if it'd topple over us any second. Behind us was this HUGE dude, tall and...huge. Like an effing mini great wall. He stood way too close for comfort. Ish. Oddly enough, it didn't stink, the crowd I mean. The rain's musky scent probably masked any other...odours haha.

There were also a bunch of people who wore this red horns on their heads, which glowed in the dark. So much for symbolism eh? I was pretty freaked out by those. And kept thinking of hell and all. The dry ice on the stage looked too much like smoke from hellfire to me. Get the picture? I pretty much had a moral conflict waging a war in my head. I was just culture shocked really, nothing horrid happened or anything. But still, it kinda stretches your horizon a bit. I was pretty twitchy all the time. Kept fanning myself with my trusty plastic UNITEN fan that I've had had since form 4 and popping tic tacs. Oh! the tic tacs. Hahaha. The peeps on my left gave me odd looks when I had them tic tacs. Probably thought they were ecstasy or something. I was worried I might miss Maghrib prayer so I kept checking my watch every nanosecond or something. That was the traumatizing bit of the concert.

At around 8, we went out for Maghrib prayers. Only after that did I calm down and enjoyed myself. We skipped Bunkface's set altogether since we went for Maghrib and only went back in just in time for Tokio Hotel, which was around 8:40P.M. It's pretty cool, when the lights dimmed and then when it lit up again, there Bill was in his skin tight leather pants and blingy glittery shirt and...hair. HE CUT HIS HAIR. I did NOT know this. So, my aims of attending TH concert to see Bill's sonic hair and hear em' sing Monsoon is a FAIL. *sigh*

Anyway, they sounded great. Tom (Bill's twin) looked and sounded awesome on the guitar. Gustaz and Georg, the other two dudes in TH was awesome too. Bill, of course was AWESOME. He sounds great live! :D I'm not sure exactly how many songs they sang, because we left at around 9:50 P.M. I got to hear 7-8 songs but I'm pretty sure they sang another 2 or so after we left. The one that I really enjoyed is World Behind My Wall. But Human Connect To Human was really neat too. And the others like Ready Set Go and Darkside Of The Sun sounded way cool live. The others I'm not sure of their titles, but in short, they're all good songs. Not my general cup of tea but I enjoyed them nonetheless. I prefer their slower songs better, like World Behind My Wall and Monsoon say.

Bill danced and sang, the band rocked, the crowd went wild. It was a good show. Fans of Tokio Hotel are most pleased I think. Though they were probably pretty pissed off (as I am) by the time delay and unbearably lengthy opening acts.

Here's some pics we took:

Hi, this is me.

Mun Mun

The Crowd

Under the XXL raincoat, lining up :)

The ticket.

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P.S: FUCK. This. I FOUND THESE ON YOUTUBE. THEY ACTUALLY DID SANG MONSOON. RIGHT AFTER WE LEFT. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. DAMN. Ugh. Celaka. I mean, sorry. Ish. The two songs they sang after we left are Monsoon (German ver.) and Automatic! Two of my faves form them! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. *Marah*

DURCH DEN MONSOON

AUTOMATIC

*MARAH*

*MARAH*

*okay sudah*

*menyampah*