I enjoy pretending to be a rockstar. I love it when I'm all alone at home, cos the moment Mom walks out the door to either go out or go market (which means the home all to myself) , I'll automatically play Fall Out Boy's "Dance Dance" and turn up the volume and then pretend I'm the vocalist/guitarist and jump around, head banging in front of the mirror and stare at how atrocious I look each time I do such things. But the happiness you get is bliss.

Man, those real times were the days lah eh. If you know what I mean. To look back, the band could have survived till now but then it's the present complications that blocked out the pending success. Maybe Siti Hanisah could have went as far as a professional sexy guitarist with jaw-dropping guys who could just get amused by just watching her run her magical fingers down the strings, Nurul Amira could have been a hot babe on the guitar with guys crawling around her feet, Mohd Amiroool, a part time drummer, HAHAA, I WON YOU, would be the coolest dude on Earth, me, could have been a drummer who is highly-envied by every single girl in the world who just wish they could be like me. Syed Mohd Qamal could have been the most incredible vocalist and would even have countless of singing contracts chasing after him. Ahh.

Hmm. A dream is a wish your heart makes. Thus explains the paragraph above.

Actually, I have not been a happy girl. Except for the towning with Nurul Amira and Siti Hanisah which was a total blast. Dad has been pretty ugly unreasonable over millions of reasons. I wish I could like, either,

1) Migrate
2) Get into a local or OVERSEAS university (Calling for MENA'S BRAINS, Calling for MENA'S BRAINS, which has been missing since a millenium ago)
3) Move out
4) Get married

.. so that I could just stay far away from him. Okay that maybe a bit too over-reacting, but I just wish I could have either one of the options above. But then, even if I was offered an all-paid expenses to Mars to further my studies at the University in Mars, honestly that is still not far enough to be far away from dad.

Not even Jupiter. It's still not that far away. So how far must I go?

Oh enough of this teenage ranting. It just doesn't help to make me feel better.


And I'm going to haunt the judges for Miss Singapore Idol cos it is JADE SEAH WHO IS FIT TO BE THE MISS SINGAPORE UNIVERSE, NOT THE RUNNER-UP!!!!





Bloody sacre bleu!!