I was forced to this concert yesterday.
The story begins when my Aunt Chi; eveyrtime she calls, nothing is good.
She mentioned some artistes that I don't even know.
I told her I don't want to go.
You know what she tell me???
Chi: Har?? Free tickets also you all don't want to go ahh? You all ahh~~~
Fine. After much deliberating, I decided to go.
Since Shan Jie Jie, my sister and another cousin of mine, Jun Hao is going.
I went.
Somewhere in Shah Alam.
I don't care, remember?
And I was instantly regret.
This is what I texted my cousin Raphael a few minutes ago:
The CONCERT! I tell you, I've never been so forced in my life.
I have nothing to do there. I keep eating and talk bad things about the concert loudly. And I destroyed those balloons they gave. It's horrible. It's like living hell. It's crazy! I don't get why everyone is so hyped about it. And it's noisy till my eardrums are painful. And Shan Jie Jie don't seem to care. Aah~!!!!!!
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OH YEAH! AND THEN AH, TEACH US HOW TO GO, NEVER TEACH US HOW TO GO BACK AFTER THE CONCERT!!! HAVE TO SPENT DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH TOLL MONEY ONLY CAN REACH HOME!
I got and straightaway go sleep. Imagine how tiring!!!!
I got woken on Saturday morning by my sister because she needs help in her speech later THAT evening itself.
And this morning, at nine, after that horrible, human-killing concert, have to be woken by my Mom.
To eat lunch at ten in the morning. The earliest lunch I'd ever had.
If there ever is a next time from Aunt Chi, I'm not going to be polite anymore.