Hello monsters,

So I just got back from KL. If you're wondering why I was in KL in the first place, on a school week, I had very important business to take care of.

What business you ask? Oh it's nothing, just a Paramore concert that was MOTHERFUCKINGASSWHOOPINGSHITEATINGASSKICKING AWESOMEEEEE! HELL YEAH BITCHESSSSS!

*clears throat*

Anywho, of course you what I'm going to say about the concert. I think the word above explained it all. So enough about the concert. Oh yeah, I met Afi for the first time there. STILL CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT YOU'RE SO TALL, AFI! Damn it.

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I only went to school on Monday this week. And I've been getting a lot of 'I miss you dude!' messages and posts on my Facebook. Wow, I never thought people would miss me that much.

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Okay, who the hell am I kidding. Of course I knew that they were going to miss me. I know I would. *wink ;)

So to make up my absence, I bought my bitches some awesome shit and I'm sure they'll love me again after that. Oh yeah, Juju is going to kill me cause I never told her I'm only going back to school next Monday. If I die, I wanna give Sanders my laptop. Since he's dying for one. Bless you, my friend.

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While in KL, I've noticed that the culture there is very, very different from here in JB. I mean, I've always known. But only now have I really noticed it. Like, really notice it. With my eyes.

I refuse to point out anything because that'll start up a fire and I'm not in the mood for stupid drama.

Also, in KL, I went everywhere by Monorail. I gotta say, it feels pretty awesome. I feel like one of those Japanese school girls who take the train to school. Awesome shit, no? The con is that the monorails are always so packed and I have issues with standing or seating too close to people. My limit is when I can feel their body heat. No skin contact, but I can feel their body heat.

I find it invasive if I accidentally touch someone or brushed my arm on someone else's. It's just.. ugh. I'm afraid to go into details.

Yeah, I'm always paranoid. But that's just me. I have met 'me'. And I loike 'me'.

I had a lot of time to burn before my train arrived yesterday. So I hit KLCC to shop for my brother, lil sis and my friends. I bought my brother an Encyclopedia on Monsters. He's into those mystical creatures shit. And I bought my lil sis a backpack. A Barbie one. Yeah, I'm an awesome sister. While choosing my brother his book, I came across this book called 'The Radleys'. I looked at the cover and I thought it looked interesting. But then I thought 'Shit, I'm judging a book by it's cover'. Please laugh at my pathetic irony. So I read the back of the book. Thought it was awesome, so I bought it. I'm half way into the book. And yes, the book is amazing. Love it, love it.

So last night at about 10.30 PM, I was sitting there waiting for the train back to JB to arrive. I noticed a magazine store. It looks so vintage and so I was amazed. And oh my god, the magazines there are endless. So many magazines! From ones about gardening, food, even tattoos! Cool right? Even the songs there are awesome. I felt like I was in Abercombie & Fitch or something.

There's this one section where they sell weird, old magazines. Rolling Stones, Inked, Seventeen. I bought this one issue of Seventeen magazine from June 2009. I thought it was weird and sorta old looking cause the homo Jonas Brothers are long gone now that gay Justin Boobie's here. It was the American Seventeen magazine not the Malaysian one. I was like 'Fffff, what else does this guy sell?'

So I guess that's all. Ta, creatures.

Lotsa lotsa ghey laff,

Nad Riza Wani Ciki Mira


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