Illangels' Blog

THE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE CONCERT LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING.
only I wasn't there.

I was in Hong Kong.

So, I missed My Chemical Romance (AND Frank Iero), for:
-a country where Cantonese is the main language.
-pretty awesome shopping.
-a hotel room with a bathroom where the toilet and sink aren't in the same room.
-new Vans.

-restaurants which spell 'welcome' with double Ls and Ms.
-extremely bad air quality.
-clean transport.
-time with friends who have a weird sense of humour.
-a macadamia nut shaped like pacman.(which I eventually ate.)

-troubles with currency conversion.
-my brother, who practically skyrocketed the Hong Kong economy for the next 5 years.
-bad airplane food, but great service and movies.
-jellyfish.

-quality time with my iPod.

and i am totally fine with that.

-yes, the air quality really is that bad.

no, wait, 13 days to christmas?

I think i am ashamed. Ashamed of my government.

They had enforced a law, banning homosexuality. So i ask," what is wrong with homosexuality?" absolutely nothing."what is wrong with our government?" every goddamned thing.

Apparently, exposing your homosexualty could land you in jail. For 2 years.

And on Sunday, a petition which had been circulating around the island would be presented to parliament, repealing the law. 

This is according to Kristen. The most creative girl i have ever met.

She had been going around asking for us to sign the petition. I did. Then Shu Rui, Yiying and i got so inspired that we ran around the whole school, asking for signatures. That landed us in some kinda trouble with the teachers. 

But i am proud of what we'd done. I am proud. 

A walk around the city at 12 midnight is the better than anyone could imagine.

Shu Rui, Yiying and I had the best night of our lives. One holding a camera, one with an ice cream, and one with an eye out for the first Starbucks we see. Walking along a long stretch of brightly lit malls, in our seasoned Chuck Taylors, worn out t-shirts and our most comfortable pair of ripped jeans.

We kept silent for about half of the stroll. Completely silent. Heading for the glass cone way ahead of us. I just felt completely at ease in the presence my two best friends in the world that i guess we were just communicating through the silence. The silence was finally broken by Yiying's humming of 'Fix You'. From then on, dozens of pictures were taken and our smiles were plastered on the small screen of the digital camera. Traffic was pretty non-exixtent at that hour, and we carried on walking, running, and to some extent, prancing. When a large starbucks sign loomed into view.

The 7/11 employees sitting on the stairs on their cigarette breaks, and weird men dressed in black with heineken bottles glued to their hands looked at us curiously, and yet, disapprovingly, as if three fourteen-year-olds aren't allowed to be out this late. But we didn't give a fuck what they thought, or how they felt. We were having the most fun that we ever had, and they could swallow their cigarettes and shove the glass bottles up their asses for all we cared.

So we strutted down the last stretch of pavement, our heads dizzy with joy, our hearts beating doubly fast, our smiles plastered on our faces, our feet slowing, for fear that when we reached Starbucks, it will all be over.  We didn't want it to end. No, none of us wanted it to end, yet, our craving for Starbucks overpowered us, and we quickened our pace again.

And that's when we eventually reached Starbucks, ordered our frappucinos, hailed a cab, and got our asses the hell out of the city. 

I love you guys.

(Appreciate it, i'm not going to repeat that again.)

Right, so i've been tagged to do this by Rachel. And it sucks cos i'm not very interesting.

Well, here goes then.

Fact One:

I am, lactose intolerant. well, not really. I can eat cheese (thank god..), chocolate (still thanking.) and uhh, butter. I just can't drink milk of any sort. Oh, and crabs. I can't eat crabs. It's not like they have dairy or anything in them, i'll just break out in rashes.

Fact Two:

I have anger management issues. I seriously do. The trigger to my rage is ultra sensitve. And people think that because of that, i need to get analysed. I'm not going to a shrink. Full stop.

Fact Three:

I have swallowed iodine solution before. It wasn't nice. At all. My teacher said something. I didn't listen. I got diarrhoea. I still haven't found out if starch was present in me. (LyK, d'Uhh, cuzz i Lyk toTallY lyK, digested iT. lYk, omgggggzzzzzzz.) 

Fact Four:

I believe in magic. (yeah, poke fun, whatever.) I just believe that, i am still young enough to believe, but old enough to understand, and comprehend the mysteries of it all. (okay, maybe not just yet.)

Fact Five:

I secretly love Mean Girls, and frequently quote from it. ("Regina George is a scum-sucking road whore, she ruined my life."-janis ian. the wise.)

Fact Six:

I like to make up unrealistic situations in my head then force myself to react accordingly. (If you do the same, please, put your hands up in the air, and "wave em like you just don't care".)

Fact Seven:

I hate public toilets. I always try to avoid going to one. Unless i can't take it anymore, then i don't have any other choice, now would i? -sigh.

Fact Eight:

I think i'm losing hair, but that's just me.

Sorry this took so long. I wasn't able to sign on to buzznet for awhile.

Hallelujah, Lock and Load.(baby!)

I have finally decided.

I will shave my head next (or, the year after.) for the cancer society.

If it's to get donations, anything.

But i will, trust me.

(and for all you xXsceneXx people out there.) 

don't gasp.

Hair's just hair.

It's gonna grow back anyway.

(i think i'd look good bald.)

Thank you and goodnight.

the more universally aware you are,

the more your heart aches to save us.

(well, maybe not you, eleanor. lol)

Please, if you DO pray,

pray for the korean hostages.

Their lives matter.

It may get taken away from them

with the squeeze of a trigger.

Please.

I'm gonna do just what you order me to do
So chase me chase me,
I'll run twelve circles around you.

Right.

I tag whoever, to post a comment, about the best day of your life, EVER.

(so i can feel sucky about mine.)

Mine: March the third. Max Pavillion. 

I give up on Science. meaning that i gave up on SingFest.

(byebye, ticket. i hardly knew you.)

shame.

I've a feeling you don't know what you're capable of.

And you're just not willing to find out. WHY?

because you're afraid? because you're scared of what people may think of your liberation?

Breakthrough the chains that are binding you from that freedom, the ones that you forged for yourself. 

Why the heck am i speaking in the second person?

It's been a lifetime, 

a life time we've waited for.

A simple question kid,

'Are you with me or not at all?'