Great band from Australia, my collection of music from Down Under is finally building up (without Men At Work, I might add) And guess what? They have a REAL bassist. And by that I mean the guy plays a double bass. Is that real music or is that real music? (: I recommend White Noise, again, you'll find it on youtube. (:
I was in Miri this afternoon for my dentist appointment, and afterwards we dropped by Bintang Plaza, just checking if there's anything worth buying. The usual. AND WHAT HAPPENED? I was visually assaulted by the attack of the D-BAGS. The first wave was a load of arrogant Ah-Bengs, and the second a freaking stream of poklen. ARGH. I could have KILLED someone I was so pissed off. They're hardly as bad as the idiots who shuffle in the dark corners of the mall, but dear god, I really DON'T wanna see jeans that skinny on a 12-year-old. I hate your stupid hat, your little sisters jeans, your studded belt and your idiotic little posse of what you would like to call misfits, which is just a new kind of conformity. God help us if these kids are the future of their country. Maybe wait till your facial hair starts growing before you act like you have a pair, or start perving girls. In fact, save us all the delight and WEAR CLOTHES THAT DON'T RESTRICT YOUR BLOOD FLOW TO YOUR GROIN. I think skinny jeans are hot on guys as much as the next girl, but when ALL 23 of you strut around a mall in them, there is something seriously wrong. Oh, and before I forget, abnormally short poklen standing behind me in the line at McDonald's? You might wanna make an appointment with your doctor, you might have a hormone problem if your voice is that high, even if you were squealing like a 3-year-old.
P.S. Dear non-Bruneian readers, poklens are basically what you would call a D-BAG. The idiots who strut around places like the mall in their GINORMOUS groups, of which there are many breeds. The most common are the anorexically thin kids in black skinny jeans, black t-shirt and ugly jewellry. Or they have the option of wearing a polo-shirt and popping their collar. The girls ALWAYS have a poklen boyfriend. It's practically a rule. And they have their hideous fake bag on their arm which they think is gorgeous but makes others want to PUKE. And did I mention they're complete wannabe's who have TERRIBLE taste in music? And I know this because you BLAST your music from your hideous mobile phone as you walk aimlessly through the mall. Please, for everyone's sake, GET A LIFE.
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