Retribution

for having a blast in Jakarta has got me feeling awfully poorly
I maintained all day in the office before throwing up (rather disgracefully) in a bathroom at The Curve

“You look like shit,” said QueenKanch
“Yeah. Your eyes look swollen,” quipped FaiTheMai
“I… I’m okay… urm… i think i need to go to the bathroom….”

Jakarta was great
But please don’t ask me about the Jazz Fest because… i didn’t even go
>_<

I know, you think i lost the plot
But i have my reasons
I also have beef with jakarta jam for life

BEEF FOR LIFE OKAY

The artiste i wanted to catch the MOST was Sergio Mendes
And thanks to the atrocious traffic, there was no way in fairy hell could we make it there on time upon touching down
So fine
Eat my self pity and enjoy the other shows

When it came to the day Jamie Cullum was to perform, do you know how much the fucking tickets cost?

1,000,000 Rupiah

1 million Rupiah equals to RM400
…To watch Jamie Cullum
Sorry, i like listening to his songs but i don’t fancy Jamie that much

Give me a rock band any day and i would fork out the cash

So i spent the money on a pair of Y3s
               

Lots of new stories, friends, photos, shoes, and of course, clothes to tell of
But that’s for another day when my headache isn’t doing me in

They Did It

They cornered me as i was half afloat in the Land of Nod
And wrapped me in cling film

I tried to get out, i did
Clawed
Yelled through a throat that caved in
Screamed
Till my brain hurt

I managed to roll away unto the floor
Excruciatingly slow
Over and over
As if in a cylinder
It broke, the cling film

And i realised i wasn’t on the floor
I was still on the bed

And i also realised it wasn’t them
It was me all along