when you believe, and you really believe, things will turn out well. they might even just work out exceptionally well too. all of it, because you believe. and tinkerbell was with you all night dealing with the pyroworks.

it's baybeats. baybeats people baybeats! out for two nights, stayed till late for one. i have tales to tell, and you have eyes in need to read. TEEHEE

last night's today was pure holy-crap-ima-do-this-shit-tonight day. i think it's been one of the best days in my life in the history of the-best-days-in-my-life. friday saw me meeting up with friends and getting used to the scene of wildcore local music. friday also saw me meeting another friend with dog hair lika monchichi. [yay accomplice!] friday also finally saw me praying, but for the last time this ramadhan because Bloody Mary visited me the next morning. [bummerrrrrr]. friday enlightened me to Pug Jelly being called The Dirt Radicals now. friday then saw me going home early.

that friday night, two hours to midnight, my bus expedition home was swift and fast. that friday night, whilst on the bus(es) home, i realized things i should've realized sooner. that friday night, i was innocent, unbroken, courageous, raw and beautifully careless.

raw and beautifully careless

that friday night, i was genuine and true again. that friday night, remy came back to life with a whole new meaning. then saturday came.

it's just those moments in life when you truly believe, and you know it, that you have to do this. so there you have me do things i had always intended to do.

but with only having ten bucks on yourself, what else can you do?

i met up with the bruh, shak the trex. i was late. two reasons: lisa gardner in bed did not let my eyes + brains settle down until 5PM, i had to clean after myself for the mess i'd accidentally made. ran for the head side of the train and grabbed the bro with an almost-done dreads piece for a head to enter the train. we helped shak's younger sis settle her video assignment.. something about a time lapse video. hey they preview shots of what the both of us took looked pretty good. i think with decent editing and shit it might just be pretty awesome ah. so then we were trying to chill very hard. because...

we were late. for Bear Culture.

if we hadnt had the running contest, we'd jolly well settled for the last song. even though i've only heard one song frm them before, i think valkyrie is the best bear culture track. (Y) tahirah saw us from the stage and she waved back our wave greeting. that moment sort of made me feel important cos it's like, my friend's the singer right there so you better dont mess with me or else ima haul her whole head full of pantene goodness down your goddamn throat. we heard 3 songs, and then we were... lost.

i was introduced to hannan, tahira's man. along the way there was ariel merman and marcus douche, who's a friendship-relative of shak's. met more people and im still trying to recall names. apparently, no one believes that i am an anti-socialist. so i had to take pride in people's trust, yknow. i started laughing like mad and they stared. but then they started laughing along because i looked dumb enough to be doted on. hahahaha so here, there was us trio: rafi shak and i. marcus douche met us later. the trio trudged along nowhere and began to get really hungry. tahira had to leave because she was very sick. but i really love her attitude, singing all the way despite it all and still sounding awesome. so anyhow, it rained and we waited for a bit and then we joined the other crew and headed for marina square. we were still deciding between burgerking and longjohns for two reasons — 1. the queues were long 2. shak's a vegan (but i didnt know he cant eat fish as well. now ive lost all understandings to the term vegetarian.) i didnt eat because i was too stingy with the much precious 10bucks that i had. if i need to replenish myself, all i need would be some 1.5 pokka green tea drink and a break. smoke break.

we decided burger king and then we ate. we is really actually just fifi. so then he ate and marcus douche came. he came looking lika threat. i sensed something... douchey about him bout i couldnt nail it down as to what exactly was my problem [trolololmfao] until much later. after eating, it really turns out my theory about marcus douche being a douche is just.. s'well. he's born a douchebag so i cant really blame him. but he could at least get shak his sub yknow.. that's all im gonna ask even after the night has ended. the poor vegan.. and he got thrashed by the douchebag.

just so you know, my (bad/good/ridiculous) habit is to identify with people through nicknames. so if i do call you anything but your birth-given names, it actually means ive connected with you and youre a precious sort of friend.. yknow.. at that kinda stage. so.. no offences okay. seriously. pussy people can piss off.

so marcus came and we shall flash forward to the headbanging to this music, headbanging to that music, trying to accept the various personas we see on the road. it was exceptionally crowded with metalheads and i was... i felt threatened. after bear culture, awesome awesome bear culture, was this other band called you and i collide. the dood on vocals.. he seriously reminded us of aiman. but they were good.. dood's good with his band like that. i think it was after their performance that we left for dinner. because i really cant remember what we did to have skipped philippine band moscow olympic's gig. all i remember was us trudging to the back near the tree and settled down. and then somehow, we were all waiting for ryhan and buddhistson to play. and then we were all talking about going to clubs cos we had lobangs for guestlists. and there i was wearing my slippers.. not wiling to take part at all because i dont club. cos clubbing means dancing. i dont dance. i observe people. but i still have fun. -..-

but they insisted so badly so i was really reluctant to give in. and then they were saying how theres a macbeth booth there and i should get myself a pair of shoes because my initial plan to go to cotton on and buy them cheap shoes didnt turn out well. buddhistson's gig ended at 10:30PM (not to mention with their encore!) so it's official that the shops are all closed. they made me buy the shoe.. and i had a fifty note for emergency stuffed somewhere of high level secrecy that if i let loose it's location, i will never have to worry about being a virgin again. -..-
because i wanted to save up on my money for more important things than getting a macbeth shoe, say like the #ubincan trip and uss trip, i was really intending to get the cheapest shoe. it was 30bucks, and it had a glittery thing going on at the side. in short, it was an uber girly shoe i cannot tank to wear. ever. but it was the cheapest.. so i had to.. decide..

until i saw that pretty grey shoe! and it's worth 70bucks! so i had to use up my money, and get some more money from my bros. so it turns out, shak wants to sponsor twenty bucks for the shoe in lieu of a belated birthday present. awwww~ and then marcus douche was being all douchey because he hasnt got the time to wait and he needs to go to club now. so they got me that macbeth shoe one size too big. thank god it was a slim fit cut.. it wasnt that bad.

i forgot what time we reached home, but i was so glad we did. all i can remember was a bitter taste in my mouth, and a certain bitterness in my heart. i think im forcing myself not to remember what had happened, cos marcus is such a hateful person -..-

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