I went for Boys Like Girls.

Picked Steffi and Alyssa up and got lost on the way there. Drove around in circles and had to ask for directions a million times. Told my driver to make U turn and we were driving on the wrong side of the road. This is what happens when Michelle tries to lead the way. I'm horrible at directions. I still have trouble finding my way home from school.

Met up with Boon Hoe, Ravin, Savin, and Jun Yan there. Queued in the rain for like 2 hours before the gates were opened. Wrong day to wear white. Queued for another hour and a half outside the arena. People were pushing like crazy and some girl fainted. Steffi and I saw the paramedics carrying her on a stretcher.

We were standing right in front. The local acts sucked. No one really cared about them. Boys Like Girls were amazazinggg. I've always liked them but was never that crazy about them. I am now though. After their first song, I shouted "Paul, I wanna have your babies!" to them. I sang along with every song. More like screamed along. Surprisingly I didn't lose my voice. Martin Johnson crowd surfed. Shayne got to see his butt. I was so jealous. HAHAH.

Took forever to get a cab home. I was supposed to stay over at Steffi's that night but decided to go home since we were passing by my house. It was after midnight and everyone was asleep. The door was locked and my freaking credit expires. My new neighbours had just moved into the house next door. I didn't even know until that night. I saw them putting up their curtains through the window. Their son was outside so I borrowed his phone. He got such a fright at first. HAHAH.

My dad was pretty pissed the next day. I didn't tell him I was going for a concert til I was at the concert. He thought I was just hanging out with my friends. I managed to twist it all around and put the blame on him saying he shouldn't assume the worst about me and that I was honest and all that bullshit. Watching Boys Like Girls live would've been worth getting into trouble for anyway.

We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs,
And they'll think it's just cos we're young,
And we'll feel so alive.

I haven't updated this thing in a looooong time. I've been so lazy to blog now days. I'm thinking of quitting blogging. It feels more like an obligation now. Like homework or something.

I finally moved to KL. I don't miss Kuching as much as I thought I did. School's pretty good. I was in a girls school for the past 3 years so it still feels a teeny bit weird going to school with boys again. I was dreading starting in a new school all over again but it turned out to be pretty good.

I like the friends I've made. I actually found people who skate and listen to real music like bands and stuff. Not that booty-shaking-bling-bling crap. I happen to hate celebrities like Rihanna and Lady Gaga and the Pussycat Dolls with a passion. They're not talented, they're just sluts. There's a difference between making music and shaking your barely clothed body on TV.

Moving on. I miss my friends from St.Teresa though. I miss all our inside jokes and role playing and being referred to as 'Pucheng'. Everyone here calls me Michelle. I mean, I know it's my name and all but I'm so used to being referred to as some wacky nickname by my friends. Ray, Phoebe, Theresa, Sara, school's not the same without you guys. Pucheng misses you terribly :(

I'm bored of blogging now. Goodbye.