Tragedi Malam minggu

Its quite downside you see, to be growing up in a rather conservative muslim family.
You'd have to content with all those pretext and "guidelines".

Yesterday was no exception.
I think I made the very stupid wrong choices which ended myself being in this rather mess up state.
I know, I should have known better!

It all started with a harmless call from some friends who wanted to hang out.
As per normal, it would be perilously strange for me to be granted permission to be outside in the wee hours of the night.
Therefore came the indigenous idea of them coming over.
Well so, I invited them and even had the mum know about it.
This wasn't the first, back then it was over the pretext of studying.
So yeah, they reach round' 12 ish- in the morning.
They were greeted with hostlity in the background.
And within a few minutes, I was asked to get them outta the house.

Shit.
I only got myself to blame here.
I should have known better I tell you.
I should have known best!

The incident escalate to a more poignant condition just now after the evening prayers.
I was anticipating it- that the father would interrupt into a rather convetional 'peace be upon you' greeting, and started lecturing on what had happen, that it is wrong, what had I become to and whatever problems that he could think off.

So yeah, the whole thing started as some shit that is harmless and unintentional and ended up with myself getting a earful.
Its not easy I tell you to just listen, you've to endure all those sad stories and character highlight which were mend to put some guilt into you.

Well I'm not here to highlight that everything is unfavourable.
I do get my fair share of going out, over night at chalets and all those random times to spent outside.
But maybe I think that it would add up much bliss if the parents stop over reacting.

Maybe then I can live life like some of them, the more that I don't want to compare, I would have to...

Well, at least justin made my day.

Hell yeah, this is not one of your teenange rebellious angst!
I'm merely saying that it could have been better for some reasons.

I'll penetrate thier comunity.

I had the luxurious chance of going to the Franz Ferdinand concert just now.
I wasn't a fan but the persistent coaxing from fellow course-mate and the great reviews from reliable sources had me in.
It was alright, plus the fact that it was my first time stepping into the indoor stadium.

I noticed that there was a significant number of expats turnout for the gig.
What surprised most was that there were families and older couples which looked and I assumed, came in groups.
This would be strange in an asian family which are presumably conservative.
There were also groups of young white kids in the free standing floor, much to the absent of the feeling 'young indie malay boys' who seem to hog week in week out at the esplanade.

I'm having a test at nine hundred hours.
But I seem to be in front of the computer screen.
Must be the broadband!

Why do the expats kids community here like to segregate themselves.
I'll penetrate the community I tell you...
I will.
I'll break barriers.
Thats the love.

I'm listening to Anuar Zain's Kembalilah kekasih on repeat mode.
I don't know why...

Talk more later or just ask me personally.
I should be studying.
Out!

The story that must be told

So this is it the collective blog.
Post your post people.

But remember, keep it low.
Hah.