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of rushed words and hushed thirsts
mellowman

the wave, the surge

Some call it love and some call it sex.
opposites.
Call it what you want, but with one touch and you’re gone, so call in sick.
Human politics, from whispered hushes and distant crushes.
Mental fits breakin’ pencil tips and
inkin’ brushes.
Simple rushes.
God makes man and this is the devil's finishing touches.
- Butterfly Effect -

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Saturday, September 4, 2010

when people tell me that it's sinful to go to concerts, i find it so so vexing. yes, i am here today to justify my act of attending concerts, what little value that i can. okay, so i have only ever been to one concert in my whole life and was scared to death during my flight trip to KL because paranoia struck me and i thought if i died there and then i would die because of a concert. but i didn't. syukur alhamdulillah.

first of all, why is attending a concert any different from watching tv, listening to music or going to genting? the main point for all of these activities is to have fun, and damn right they're all a waste of time. yes, allah condemns those who waste time, those who forget him. so why, why when i plan to attend a concert, people immediately jump on my back and start lecturing me about the sins that i'm going to get? well, a bit rich, i have to say, coming from those who love to gossip, lie, break promises, backstab, have boyfriends, touch guys and do all the petty conducts we humans have grown wonted to. and without much thought before doing these deeds.

i admit that going to a concert may induce sins, and i have never once said it doesn't. but the thing that baffles me the most is how people see it any different from the things that i have mentioned. people are so blinded this way, so narrowed, so that they don't have to admit to the things that they don't like. i have to agree, ignorance is bliss. but don't come near me with your nescient ways and try to advocate your unversed mind to me. well, it. wont. work. you know why? because i think.

yes, i can be a bitch.

but i can also be very nice. just don't make me furious or say stupid stuff to me. i will judge you. hard.

another thing is when people start giving me 'the look' when they know i'm saving up my money to go to concerts/fanmeets/buy my own things etc.. for me to do this, i usually don't buy much food at school and occasionally opting not to buy anything at all. sometimes when i refuse to buy some book for revision and say i don't have any money, they love to bring up the fact that i spent my money on a concert. well, what the fuck, it's my money and i can do whatever the hell i want with it. i know i'm not rich like you guys who can ask money from your rich ass parents and get them instantly. i can't afford to buy clothes and shoes for myself just for the heck of it every other day. i can't. because when i have things to buy, i usually need to get them using my own money out of my own pocket.

so you, all of you, do not have the right to criticize what i do with my money.

do not even start with me.

on the other hand, as you can see in this post, i'm writing like a doofus because i'm not using any caps. and i'm using a lot of fullstops instead of commas. i feel cool today so just let me leave this post as it is.

i'll write another post soon, probably, so don't miss me too much lol.

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