HELLO EVERYONE

Haven’t updated in a month, and obviously my status of “the bookaholic is studying for her finals” is a downright LIE as I have actually been on holiday these past two weeks. Not that I intended to lie. I was just… lazy, you know? Lazy to edit the status. Lazy to update. Lazy to go online.

I’m lazy. So sue me.

Not that my two-weeks holidays have been just about laziness. Aside from making up for sleep I lost during revision period (which resulted in nothing – have I ever mentioned how I hate lecturers who expect you to answer based on their answer scheme, and if you don’t, they’ll just give you a crappy grade, even though you wrote your ass off really convincingly in the exam? Or how about lecturers who refuse to give their students A, and instead give them –A even though the students deserve the damn A. AAARGH. Okay, I’m rambling), I’ve been playing Sims 3 non-stop, to the point that, in the game, I am now married to a hot power broker named Daniel Idris, and have a pilot son named Yusof. HAHAH SAH AKU TAKDE KERJE.

I also went to KL UrbanScapes last week. We didn’t pay for the ticket to watch the concert because, well, I’m more broke than Humpty Dumpty, so we instead wandered around the colourful bazaars. Besides, because the concert area was open-air and enclosed by a flimsy metal fence, you could hear the bands warbling away from a mile off for free, so what’s the point of paying? And I would NEVER pay good money for such rubbish performances – rather, I’d pay them good money to shut up. It was noise pollution, for god’s sake. I know Yuna was supposed to be performing in the evening, but meh, her songs are so flipping boring, and I had to be at home before Maghrib anyway. And Sentul is like jauh giler from my house y’all.

But we really enjoyed the free performance. The KL stompers played amazing beats using glass bottles, black bins, ladders, metal chairs and whatever nonsense you can think of. There was also this Sabahan duo who played Blues music using just an acoustic guitar and percussions-or-whatever-you-call-’em. My favourite song by them was “Anak Babi” (which, come to think of it, was probably a foreshadowing of the swine flue scare that occurred there later in the day).

Unfortunately, the other free performances were just plain rubbish, especially one by a band named Furniture (I shall not kutuk the name, I shall not kutuk the name... *inhales and exhales deeply*), which is supposed to be famous for appearing on Kami, or something like that. (I'm not so well-versed in the local Indie scene. Sorry.) They were rubbish because the sound-checking (also known as masturbating by music buffs) took ages, and they even conducted an interview there and there which no one could even hear because the sound system was awful. I felt like stomping off -- it was boring like mad and I was freaking hot, plus I wasn't wearing any sunblock at all) but I stayed because they were supposed to be *popular* (or however popular Indie bands can actually be) and that must be for a reason, innit? But I was fooled. They sucked.

Finally met the parents on that same day as well, which was nerve-racking and awkward and nerve-rackingly, awkwardly silent for a while… Seriously. You could only hear the sound of everyone at the table chewing on their food. I mean, I’d prepared for an onslaught of questions about what I’m studying, where I live, what I want to work as… basically, a killer interview where I was to prove worthy of their trust. So finally, after several bites of my Carbonara Spaghettini and darting subtle glances at everyone else, I mustered this really awkward laugh and lamely said “kenapa semua orang diam…?” So that started the conversation ball rolling. Albeit haltingly.

I wasn’t sure how off I come as (especially as there was one part where I was making really stupid faces at him – the inflation and deflation of the nose -- to lighten up the mood, when his mum’s back was turned, only to figure out later that she’d actually caught it in the mirror that Delicious hangs around the whole walls of the restaurant. She even asked him about it later. How embarrassing! Jatuh air mukaku!). But apparently they approve of me. THANK GOD I passed the mother (and father) of all tests.

Well, that’s it for now! I’ll see some of you guys in Gombak next week! :)