Playlist
Dreamboat by Vidoll
HOMG. I chanced upon a bimbo! Like, a real life BIMBO. Stupid. Rich. Brainless. Vain. A bit mean. Shallow. All the above is equivalent to a BIMBO. I mean, I've never actually known a true pink bimbo. It was always someone who lacked one of the above qualities. Well, I just chanced upon one. Her blog is here. Read, and revel in how smart and nice you are. I think I should blog hop more often. Its good for self esteem. Yes. I never said I was nice. I derive pleasure through these simple means. I have nothing against her. I just want to share the joy of discovering something so endangered. How many people are true bimbos? Such precious few. We all need silly people to earn our money and entertain ourselves. HAHA.
Ok. Kaen said I was being mean, so since I don't know her personally, I hope she won't take it personally too. I mean, its a compliment. At least you can be defined. Me? I have no idea what I am. Maybe someone could enlighten me? I'm ok with honesty. Like, lay bare thy truths sort of honesty is a-ok too. So come, hit me with whatever you've got!
Sleepover at my place started as a disappointment thanks to the various slowpokes and MIA people. Still, I had a blast. Root beer float. Lemon chicken rice. Copious amounts of cornflakes. Gossip. Reminiscing about the past. I had no idea that I was so socially inept. I mean, the things I did and said. I'm astonished by my pride, confidence and sheer self-assurance. Woah. I was amazing. Notice the past tense? The me today is a mere shadow of who I was. I was so interesting. I wish I could meet the old me. I have absolutely no recollection of being so superb. Yes, I think my friends will holler at me because of this despite all their complaints. I am of the belief that sheer blunt honesty is a gift on its on. The ability to see something for what it is, and not what people want you to see. alas, I think I have lost a good measure of this skill. I mourn the loss of my personality.
The sleepover photos will be up on Facebook, as usual, as soon as I have more time. Busy days are here, thanks in no part to SMU and part time job hunting, so I'm less often on the Internet. Rest assured dearies, that I still love all of you and I will definitly update as soon as humanly possible. Meanwhile, I suppose you can read my older entries and revel in the insight of a teenager. HAHA. If I seem strange, blame SMU. No worries, I'll blog all about SMU soon. Not enough to deign a post to my new school yet. HAHA.
Ciao my dearies.
"What are these but temporal butterflies andflowers, gone in the blizzard of winter? "
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Friday, 19 June 2009
Lazy
Playlist
s[k]ape:goat by Deluhi
Just like how I am not perpetually pissed off, this world is not completely bleak either. To comfort the many people who have been wondering if I'm suddenly suicidal, the list below consisits of things that will keep me all nice and rooted to this no-longer-so-green planet.
1) Deluhi. SID. Vidoll. Gackt. hyde. VAMPS. L'Arc-en-ciel. Kato Kazuki. No matter how bad things are, I know I can rely on my iTunes playlist, my phone and the internet to provide me with relief in the form of music. Hybrid Truth. Vivid Place. Uso. dear tokyo. Cherry. NevaeH. Jesus. Another World. Drop of Colour. Shallow Sleep. Evanescent. Trouble. Stay Away. New World. instinctive love. Warning. What shall I do without all these pieces of music? I'd be dead ten times over. No music, no life is indeed a very apt description of how attached I am to my music. It doesnt hurt that they are often quite easy on the eyes. I like how the 'cutie' Leda is behind the fiercest growls in Deluhi's many songs. Mao looks like a little boy with those big big eyes of his. Vidoll looks ok as long as rame is hidden somewhere obscure. Gackt is always making headlines. hyde is aging and looking hotter than ever. VAMPS has really nice promotional stuff and photoshoots. I'm just WAITINg for the L'aruku 20th Anniversary World Tour. Kazuki's new hairstyle is LOVE. So there you go. My reason for existence. My love, my shrine... My music.
2) "I'm a gay of demonic charm." " Your established ideal is a boyfriend who is a little jealous." "Whats the difference between being stupid and being dumb?" KYAH! I have discovered that I really really like watching stuff online. Simply because I can laugh maniacally without being thrown out of the cinema and spooking all my friends. I mean, my family already knows how I Iaugh. Like an evil witch. Its natural. I never asked to laugh like a witch. I just do. This high pitched half-shriek guffaw sound that escapes from my throat. So online sites are the best. I can really enjoy myself.
3) Cosfest. EOY. Anime Festival Asia. ToyCon. Aoi. Lulubell. Whatever else I choose to do. My costumes have been paid for. Some have been collected. There is no way I will off myself. I mean, the sheer amount of effort! All down the drain! Into the sewage! Wasted! My time. Money. Blood. Sweat. Tears. NO WAY. I love cosplay. I love the attention. I love hanging out with like-minded individuals. I enjoy fan-girling. Discussing weapons and acessories. I like scrutinising other people's costumes. Thinking of ways to cut cost without compromising on accuracy. Acting out the character. Reading up more to understand how to better portray the character. Research is just plain, pure fun. It fits my personlity. A perfectionist on a budget, having to conform to a certian ideal, yet having to create something as well. A real challenge. I wonder if I should join the fashion industry...
4) You. Yes, you my dear. And you. And you, you and you. Yeah, I'm all for self love, but I love all of you too! So I shan't make my dearies upset for no reason. As if your life isn't tough enough. HAHA. What with tuition, universities, modules, trying to maintain a social life... i shall not add to the burden you already carry. I'm not so sadistic! Ok I amy seem like a sadist, but I'm definitely all for boosting the enjoyment factor in the lives of my dearies. I'm just like this because I'm dreadfully bored. Entertain me and I'll recharge faster than you can say "Don't be sad!" HAHA. I'll go anywere with you if you can keep me entertained. Its true. i'm serious. Although my reliance on external factors to keep upbeat is a tad bit worrying...
I'm bored of this post already. Too lazy to continue contributing to its length and content. The depth isnt anything to crow about either. Sigh. Like I said. I'm bored.
"Let it be known that those who seek happiness are deluding themselves. Life sucks. Big time."
s[k]ape:goat by Deluhi
Just like how I am not perpetually pissed off, this world is not completely bleak either. To comfort the many people who have been wondering if I'm suddenly suicidal, the list below consisits of things that will keep me all nice and rooted to this no-longer-so-green planet.
1) Deluhi. SID. Vidoll. Gackt. hyde. VAMPS. L'Arc-en-ciel. Kato Kazuki. No matter how bad things are, I know I can rely on my iTunes playlist, my phone and the internet to provide me with relief in the form of music. Hybrid Truth. Vivid Place. Uso. dear tokyo. Cherry. NevaeH. Jesus. Another World. Drop of Colour. Shallow Sleep. Evanescent. Trouble. Stay Away. New World. instinctive love. Warning. What shall I do without all these pieces of music? I'd be dead ten times over. No music, no life is indeed a very apt description of how attached I am to my music. It doesnt hurt that they are often quite easy on the eyes. I like how the 'cutie' Leda is behind the fiercest growls in Deluhi's many songs. Mao looks like a little boy with those big big eyes of his. Vidoll looks ok as long as rame is hidden somewhere obscure. Gackt is always making headlines. hyde is aging and looking hotter than ever. VAMPS has really nice promotional stuff and photoshoots. I'm just WAITINg for the L'aruku 20th Anniversary World Tour. Kazuki's new hairstyle is LOVE. So there you go. My reason for existence. My love, my shrine... My music.
2) "I'm a gay of demonic charm." " Your established ideal is a boyfriend who is a little jealous." "Whats the difference between being stupid and being dumb?" KYAH! I have discovered that I really really like watching stuff online. Simply because I can laugh maniacally without being thrown out of the cinema and spooking all my friends. I mean, my family already knows how I Iaugh. Like an evil witch. Its natural. I never asked to laugh like a witch. I just do. This high pitched half-shriek guffaw sound that escapes from my throat. So online sites are the best. I can really enjoy myself.
3) Cosfest. EOY. Anime Festival Asia. ToyCon. Aoi. Lulubell. Whatever else I choose to do. My costumes have been paid for. Some have been collected. There is no way I will off myself. I mean, the sheer amount of effort! All down the drain! Into the sewage! Wasted! My time. Money. Blood. Sweat. Tears. NO WAY. I love cosplay. I love the attention. I love hanging out with like-minded individuals. I enjoy fan-girling. Discussing weapons and acessories. I like scrutinising other people's costumes. Thinking of ways to cut cost without compromising on accuracy. Acting out the character. Reading up more to understand how to better portray the character. Research is just plain, pure fun. It fits my personlity. A perfectionist on a budget, having to conform to a certian ideal, yet having to create something as well. A real challenge. I wonder if I should join the fashion industry...
4) You. Yes, you my dear. And you. And you, you and you. Yeah, I'm all for self love, but I love all of you too! So I shan't make my dearies upset for no reason. As if your life isn't tough enough. HAHA. What with tuition, universities, modules, trying to maintain a social life... i shall not add to the burden you already carry. I'm not so sadistic! Ok I amy seem like a sadist, but I'm definitely all for boosting the enjoyment factor in the lives of my dearies. I'm just like this because I'm dreadfully bored. Entertain me and I'll recharge faster than you can say "Don't be sad!" HAHA. I'll go anywere with you if you can keep me entertained. Its true. i'm serious. Although my reliance on external factors to keep upbeat is a tad bit worrying...
I'm bored of this post already. Too lazy to continue contributing to its length and content. The depth isnt anything to crow about either. Sigh. Like I said. I'm bored.
"Let it be known that those who seek happiness are deluding themselves. Life sucks. Big time."
Thursday, 18 June 2009
Grouse
Playlist
Cherry by Vidoll
I have gotten my grubby little paws on Vidoll's Esoteric Romance! Its not that great. Half of the songs are nice. The rest are boring. Its really sad when my favourite bands adopt a more mainstream sound, relegating fans like me to bargain bin to find new bands that have a sound that I like. Its not that there aren't any new Visual Kei bands. Think Manterou Opera and Moran. But its not exactly my type. I probably only like one song from their entire album. A good album is one that I like a minimum of fifty percent. Otherwise, there is absolutely no purpose in getting the album. You'll just hear that 2 songs continuously to death and get bored of it really soon. Sigh. A really sad lifespan no? Vidoll sounds increasingly like SID. If it wasn't for the distinctive quality of Mao and Jui's vocals, one would think that the 2 bands decided to share music or something. Its maddening when you wait for ages and there's nothing interesting. My top few grouses are as follows:
1) Atrocious English pronunciations. Its not English. Its some weird hybrid of Japanese and English that I think only the Japanese will understand. A native speaker like me only realises its English upon scrutiny of the lyrics. Its not even in katakana. Its suppose to be in English, but I had no idea it was my first language until I stare at the lyrics at sheer amazement at how they manage to twist it to sound like some new language. Yes I know you are trying. Still. Just sing in Japanese. Its okay. We are the ones hijacking onto the Japanese music industry for musical treatment, so we are willing to listen to Japanese. Its more meaningful and poetic anyway. When 'be all right' sounds like 'vi alu li eh to', its a sign that they should revert back to Japanese. Please stop torturing your fans. We want to support you. Not stop listening to your music. Either brush up your English or sing in Japanese. I think the latter is easier. I like the latter too.
2) Using similar music for different releases. We are your fans. We've probably listened to everything you released since Day One more times than we sing our national anthems. We pay good money to buy your releases. We attend your concerts. We spread the word and the love. We are the reason why there's food on in your fridge. So please try not to cheat us by remixing music and releasing it as two separate songs. If its a remix, say so. We actually pay for remixes. I wont name names, but I've listened to my concentrated single band playlist and identified songs that sound so alike I thought one song was 8 minutes long. Keep this up and I promise you'll lose your following. Its ok to spend more time on your albums. Its ok to have one or two fewer songs. JUST DON'T LIE TO YOUR AVID SUPPORTERS!
3) Bands who are rude to international fans. Yes, your market is Japan. Yet, in this superbly digital age, do you think you can afford to sideline your international fans? Most of us have JLPT certificates. We do our best to get hold of your releases no matter how expensive shipping is given our very limited budgets. We fly to foreign countries where you have your concerts to support you. So give us at least one percent of your attention! I love how VAMPS is so active on Facebook and Twitter. I like how many try to have an English edition of their official site. I adore the effort put into liasion with international fans. Thank you for catering to us. We will do our best to add to your income. Stop removing every single video on Youtube and we'll do more. Hey. Not everyone has access to Japanese cable. We want to keep up to date. We want to know more about you. Feed our addiction. Marketing techniques even a child knows. So why do you take down everything?! Its mainly low resolution, and us who love our idols will find means and ways of getting hold of the original. I may have the album, but I want the limited edition, the special release, the extras, the posters and MORE. Its a different market completely. So stop being such a miser. Use video sharing sites as free publicity. Make us happy, and we'll make you happy too.
Ah. I actually wanted to confess to something. I shall leave it obscure, so that those who know, knows. Its coloured, so only those who choose to read should. Yeah. I know its an invitation for you to read. But like I said, its a warning. Like how Willy Wonka and Marilyn Monroe works, if I say its ugly, its ugly. I'm not into lying on my blog for kicks. If I want to lie, it'd be somewhere where I can appreciate the effects. Not online where you can't savour the effects. Here goes:
Its true. I said I'd never do it, but I did. Me and my big mouth. I said if it ever happened, I'd say it out loud, nice and proud, but I've come to realise that I'm a wimp and dare not say it out loud. Not everyone is like Yasu. I'm an idiot. I was playing a game. A game with society, my family and friends. It was suppose to be entertaining. Something to kill time. It was a sadistic thing to do, I admit. It was mean, hurtful and downright inconsiderate. Yeah. My just desserts. It happened. I didn't mean for it to happen. I never wanted it to turn out this way. I'm sorry. I really am. If I could turn back time, I'd never have decided to toy with something like that. Though I'm likely to ignore my own advice. I know things will never be the same again. I'm really sorry. I don't ask for you to forgive me. Relax, I'll treat you as I always will. Because no matter what, I'm pig-headed enough to never say anything to you face-to-face. I'll pretend nothing happened, for your sake. I know. You deserve better than a mere paragraph online, anonymous to boot. But this is all I can offer you now. Please don't hate me. I love you. Always have, and always will.
"The grief of a previous life, the trauma and painful feelings... The sins of the past reborn..."
Cherry by Vidoll
I have gotten my grubby little paws on Vidoll's Esoteric Romance! Its not that great. Half of the songs are nice. The rest are boring. Its really sad when my favourite bands adopt a more mainstream sound, relegating fans like me to bargain bin to find new bands that have a sound that I like. Its not that there aren't any new Visual Kei bands. Think Manterou Opera and Moran. But its not exactly my type. I probably only like one song from their entire album. A good album is one that I like a minimum of fifty percent. Otherwise, there is absolutely no purpose in getting the album. You'll just hear that 2 songs continuously to death and get bored of it really soon. Sigh. A really sad lifespan no? Vidoll sounds increasingly like SID. If it wasn't for the distinctive quality of Mao and Jui's vocals, one would think that the 2 bands decided to share music or something. Its maddening when you wait for ages and there's nothing interesting. My top few grouses are as follows:
1) Atrocious English pronunciations. Its not English. Its some weird hybrid of Japanese and English that I think only the Japanese will understand. A native speaker like me only realises its English upon scrutiny of the lyrics. Its not even in katakana. Its suppose to be in English, but I had no idea it was my first language until I stare at the lyrics at sheer amazement at how they manage to twist it to sound like some new language. Yes I know you are trying. Still. Just sing in Japanese. Its okay. We are the ones hijacking onto the Japanese music industry for musical treatment, so we are willing to listen to Japanese. Its more meaningful and poetic anyway. When 'be all right' sounds like 'vi alu li eh to', its a sign that they should revert back to Japanese. Please stop torturing your fans. We want to support you. Not stop listening to your music. Either brush up your English or sing in Japanese. I think the latter is easier. I like the latter too.
2) Using similar music for different releases. We are your fans. We've probably listened to everything you released since Day One more times than we sing our national anthems. We pay good money to buy your releases. We attend your concerts. We spread the word and the love. We are the reason why there's food on in your fridge. So please try not to cheat us by remixing music and releasing it as two separate songs. If its a remix, say so. We actually pay for remixes. I wont name names, but I've listened to my concentrated single band playlist and identified songs that sound so alike I thought one song was 8 minutes long. Keep this up and I promise you'll lose your following. Its ok to spend more time on your albums. Its ok to have one or two fewer songs. JUST DON'T LIE TO YOUR AVID SUPPORTERS!
3) Bands who are rude to international fans. Yes, your market is Japan. Yet, in this superbly digital age, do you think you can afford to sideline your international fans? Most of us have JLPT certificates. We do our best to get hold of your releases no matter how expensive shipping is given our very limited budgets. We fly to foreign countries where you have your concerts to support you. So give us at least one percent of your attention! I love how VAMPS is so active on Facebook and Twitter. I like how many try to have an English edition of their official site. I adore the effort put into liasion with international fans. Thank you for catering to us. We will do our best to add to your income. Stop removing every single video on Youtube and we'll do more. Hey. Not everyone has access to Japanese cable. We want to keep up to date. We want to know more about you. Feed our addiction. Marketing techniques even a child knows. So why do you take down everything?! Its mainly low resolution, and us who love our idols will find means and ways of getting hold of the original. I may have the album, but I want the limited edition, the special release, the extras, the posters and MORE. Its a different market completely. So stop being such a miser. Use video sharing sites as free publicity. Make us happy, and we'll make you happy too.
Ah. I actually wanted to confess to something. I shall leave it obscure, so that those who know, knows. Its coloured, so only those who choose to read should. Yeah. I know its an invitation for you to read. But like I said, its a warning. Like how Willy Wonka and Marilyn Monroe works, if I say its ugly, its ugly. I'm not into lying on my blog for kicks. If I want to lie, it'd be somewhere where I can appreciate the effects. Not online where you can't savour the effects. Here goes:
Its true. I said I'd never do it, but I did. Me and my big mouth. I said if it ever happened, I'd say it out loud, nice and proud, but I've come to realise that I'm a wimp and dare not say it out loud. Not everyone is like Yasu. I'm an idiot. I was playing a game. A game with society, my family and friends. It was suppose to be entertaining. Something to kill time. It was a sadistic thing to do, I admit. It was mean, hurtful and downright inconsiderate. Yeah. My just desserts. It happened. I didn't mean for it to happen. I never wanted it to turn out this way. I'm sorry. I really am. If I could turn back time, I'd never have decided to toy with something like that. Though I'm likely to ignore my own advice. I know things will never be the same again. I'm really sorry. I don't ask for you to forgive me. Relax, I'll treat you as I always will. Because no matter what, I'm pig-headed enough to never say anything to you face-to-face. I'll pretend nothing happened, for your sake. I know. You deserve better than a mere paragraph online, anonymous to boot. But this is all I can offer you now. Please don't hate me. I love you. Always have, and always will.
"The grief of a previous life, the trauma and painful feelings... The sins of the past reborn..."
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
Yech
Playlist
Natsukoi by SID
Yech. Thats the only suitable word, or non-word, that I an use to describe my day. Woke up feeling heavy. My body was like two hundred tonnes and counting. Lack of sleep, although I slept before midnight, and I did not wake up at night. Deep sleep for 7hours and I'm so bloody tired nonetheless. Humid day. Yeah, in the tropics in the middle of the year. Northern hemisphere and all that. Lousy weather for wearing work clothes. Great for the beach though. Too bad I don't work at the beach.
Went back to collect my certificates. A long, arduous walk up the main gate. Heels. Long pants. Heavy bag. What do you expect? Me to not complain about the utter ridiculousness of situating the main gate of the school in some obscure corner on a hill, located a minimum of four hundred meters away from the nearest bus stop? Sheesh. Its less a main gate than the side gate. Inaccessible. Irritating. I was perspiring buckets by the time I was in the library, and I still had to get back to the bus stop! Best part? At the bus stop, 151 took more than 20 minutes to come. This was on top of the awesome racket that the grass cutting people were making. And the little specks of grass that inevitably flew everywhere, and seemed directed specifically at this hot, sweaty and really pissed gal. Bad day.
School was revolting, to say the least. There has been a 14 year drought of President's Scholars, so they removed the board and placed a huge LCD screen there. Smart marketing eh? So instead of staring at the prime minister's name, we instead look at the various promotional videos of the school. Pathetic much? Of course, this is provided that you even notice the screen, what with that enormous silver THING sitting in the atrium. I have nothing against art. I like art. I think sculptures are cool. I have friends who do art. BUT THAT IS ONE HECK OF A WRONG PLACE TO PUT A SCULPTURE LIKE THAT. Yeah. That was what I wanted to shout. First, it most probably gets into the way of students who trying to get into the TA block. Secondly, it looks ominous. Serious. Lets just say that it just looks jarring. Whoever decided to put it there has no aesthetic sense. I'm not saying that person has zero artistic ability. I'm talking about aesthetic sense. Goodness. There is no need to announce the school's many weaknesses at the foyer. I mean, you can at least TRY to mask the rotting flesh with perfumed silks. And not expose it to the sun. Yech. If you have no substance, at least strive for better glamour.
Lunch was pretty good though. The first time I had Vietnamese food. Some pork noodle, that was sweet and a little sour. Yummy. Recommended by one of my colleagues. If most Vietnamese food taste like this, I think I'd want to hang out at the Vietnamese stall more often. I like eating. always have, and II think I always will. There's so much yummy things out there for you to try. Japanese sushi. Bento. Curry. Sashimi. Teppanyaki. Kueh. Noodles. Dim sum. Steaks. Cakes. Desserts. Pudding. Ice cream. Rice. Fish. Salads. Vegetables. The list extends. Food is good. See? It rhymes. HAHA. I'm going to get whacked for such a silly comparison.
I'm often bored recently. Its a pervasive state of mind. I wonder what i can do about it. Its not like I have absolutely nothing to do. On the contrary in fact. Japanese lessons. Driving lessons. Belly dancing lessons. Tutoring my brother. Tutoring Kaen. Preparing for matriculation. Work. Chores. I'm busy. Busy and bored. I used to think it was an oxymoron. Now I know that its two very different things. One is a state of mind. The other is the level of activity. Two separate concepts. Its like being fit and being healthy. Two different things. if you don't know why check the dictionary. If you still don't know why, pretend you do, smile and nod. Just remember its different. Believe me. I don't blog about things that I'm uncertain of. I have an image to upkeep dearies.
Its been a YECH-Y day. Tutored my brother. Awful. Its like a slow death by fire and drowning. Locked in a glass cage of fire and thrown into the ocean. One of the worse ways to die. Able to see salvation, yet unable to reach it. And even the salvation you achieve hurts, and is likely to kill you. Yeah. To simplify it, it was painful. Sigh. I have to hand it to my family. No other person or entity drives me nuts as fast and absolutely as my family. Just have to hand it to these people. Oh well. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. What with meeting viv in the morning and Gackt and Kazuki featured in the magazine...
"I need new ways of saying that something is disgusting. Revolting. Gross. Unpleasant. Yucky. Yech. You get what I mean."
Natsukoi by SID
Yech. Thats the only suitable word, or non-word, that I an use to describe my day. Woke up feeling heavy. My body was like two hundred tonnes and counting. Lack of sleep, although I slept before midnight, and I did not wake up at night. Deep sleep for 7hours and I'm so bloody tired nonetheless. Humid day. Yeah, in the tropics in the middle of the year. Northern hemisphere and all that. Lousy weather for wearing work clothes. Great for the beach though. Too bad I don't work at the beach.
Went back to collect my certificates. A long, arduous walk up the main gate. Heels. Long pants. Heavy bag. What do you expect? Me to not complain about the utter ridiculousness of situating the main gate of the school in some obscure corner on a hill, located a minimum of four hundred meters away from the nearest bus stop? Sheesh. Its less a main gate than the side gate. Inaccessible. Irritating. I was perspiring buckets by the time I was in the library, and I still had to get back to the bus stop! Best part? At the bus stop, 151 took more than 20 minutes to come. This was on top of the awesome racket that the grass cutting people were making. And the little specks of grass that inevitably flew everywhere, and seemed directed specifically at this hot, sweaty and really pissed gal. Bad day.
School was revolting, to say the least. There has been a 14 year drought of President's Scholars, so they removed the board and placed a huge LCD screen there. Smart marketing eh? So instead of staring at the prime minister's name, we instead look at the various promotional videos of the school. Pathetic much? Of course, this is provided that you even notice the screen, what with that enormous silver THING sitting in the atrium. I have nothing against art. I like art. I think sculptures are cool. I have friends who do art. BUT THAT IS ONE HECK OF A WRONG PLACE TO PUT A SCULPTURE LIKE THAT. Yeah. That was what I wanted to shout. First, it most probably gets into the way of students who trying to get into the TA block. Secondly, it looks ominous. Serious. Lets just say that it just looks jarring. Whoever decided to put it there has no aesthetic sense. I'm not saying that person has zero artistic ability. I'm talking about aesthetic sense. Goodness. There is no need to announce the school's many weaknesses at the foyer. I mean, you can at least TRY to mask the rotting flesh with perfumed silks. And not expose it to the sun. Yech. If you have no substance, at least strive for better glamour.
Lunch was pretty good though. The first time I had Vietnamese food. Some pork noodle, that was sweet and a little sour. Yummy. Recommended by one of my colleagues. If most Vietnamese food taste like this, I think I'd want to hang out at the Vietnamese stall more often. I like eating. always have, and II think I always will. There's so much yummy things out there for you to try. Japanese sushi. Bento. Curry. Sashimi. Teppanyaki. Kueh. Noodles. Dim sum. Steaks. Cakes. Desserts. Pudding. Ice cream. Rice. Fish. Salads. Vegetables. The list extends. Food is good. See? It rhymes. HAHA. I'm going to get whacked for such a silly comparison.
I'm often bored recently. Its a pervasive state of mind. I wonder what i can do about it. Its not like I have absolutely nothing to do. On the contrary in fact. Japanese lessons. Driving lessons. Belly dancing lessons. Tutoring my brother. Tutoring Kaen. Preparing for matriculation. Work. Chores. I'm busy. Busy and bored. I used to think it was an oxymoron. Now I know that its two very different things. One is a state of mind. The other is the level of activity. Two separate concepts. Its like being fit and being healthy. Two different things. if you don't know why check the dictionary. If you still don't know why, pretend you do, smile and nod. Just remember its different. Believe me. I don't blog about things that I'm uncertain of. I have an image to upkeep dearies.
Its been a YECH-Y day. Tutored my brother. Awful. Its like a slow death by fire and drowning. Locked in a glass cage of fire and thrown into the ocean. One of the worse ways to die. Able to see salvation, yet unable to reach it. And even the salvation you achieve hurts, and is likely to kill you. Yeah. To simplify it, it was painful. Sigh. I have to hand it to my family. No other person or entity drives me nuts as fast and absolutely as my family. Just have to hand it to these people. Oh well. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. What with meeting viv in the morning and Gackt and Kazuki featured in the magazine...
"I need new ways of saying that something is disgusting. Revolting. Gross. Unpleasant. Yucky. Yech. You get what I mean."
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Minutes
Playlist
Dear Tokyo by SID
Its been a long long time since I blogged properly about music. My recent posts have all been rantings of a semi-maniacal teenager. Yeah, I have lots of things to offload, but I think its beginning to sound like the ramblings of a troubled kid. Which I definitely am not. I'm not troubled. Well, not exactly. And I'm not a kid either. Ok, not exactly a kid either. What I'm going to do now, is to make you drool by telling you about all the amazing new songs I've managed to get hold off. HAHA. Tell me if you want any of it. I'm always enthusiastic about helping my favourite bands garner a greater following and earning more income. Like duh. Love should be shared all around. No, I'm not trying to be the next Barney the purple dinosaur. I just want to share the joy that comes with listening to Mao, hyde, Jui, Juri, Kato Kazuki and Gackt with the rest of the world. In case you have no idea who they are, they are the lead singers of SID, L'Arc-en-Ciel/ VAMPS, Vidoll, Versailles while Kazuki and Gackt are now solo respectively. If you are still lost, I recommend sitting down with me for about 3 hours while I preach about their awesomeness. Alternatively, for some less hardcore, you could Wikipedia or Google them. Yeah. There is something known as the Internet.
First is SID. Somehow dug out their old songs, like Ajisai, Rinjin and some other stragglers. WOW. That was my reaction. Mao sounds so good. Absolutely. Especially so when I unearthed Sentimental Macchiato as well. Ok, I think its spelled that way, because its all in Katakana, and I cant type Japanese on my Bento. A disturbing phenomenon that I intend to correct soon. Anyway, I love SID. The music is in this little niche thats neither hardcore rock nor pop. Amazing vocals, and it still has the quality that made me fall in love with them to begin with. Its the kind of song where you work with it running in the background and keep checking to remember the title of the song because it justs sounds so good. Its something thats neither jarring nor boring. Its not the noise that captures your attention, but rather the structure of the entire piece. A 4 minute slice of enjoyment. I particularly like Natsukoi (I think its pronounced like this) and Dear Tokyo.
Kazuki is improving too. Yes, his PVs still look like a budget production, but no matter how low quality his PV is, it cannot mask the fact that his vocals are improving. I adore artistes who improve, and he has definitely improved a lot. From the rather flat Hyotei renditions during Dreamlive and TeniMyus, his recent singles and for some songs in his last album were pretty good. Suna no Shiro (I think again), and instinctive love. Brilliant Snow and Love Bite. Sigh. I WANT MY MAGAZINE. It has 2 feature articles, one on Gackt and his new 10th Anniversary R+R release thing, as well Kazuki and his recent Venom and Easy Go singles. VIV! I WANT MY MAGAZINE. I can stare at their hot faces and practice my pathetic Japanese language skills as well. Killing two birds with one stone that costs around $25. VIV~
I wonder why. Its not like i like it. Its not like I made a concious effort. But I wonder why it happens. They say it just happens. But there has to be a root cause no? There has to be starting point, and a point of no return. Everything has a beginning, and I know ther should be an end. I cannot survive like this if there is no end. I'm at my limit. I'm hiding it well, but it'll all come out. I dont want it to come out. Its such an embarrassment. Such a ridiculous thing. Yet, its so important. Its so important to me...
"My love. My life. My god. I am what you make of me."
Dear Tokyo by SID
Its been a long long time since I blogged properly about music. My recent posts have all been rantings of a semi-maniacal teenager. Yeah, I have lots of things to offload, but I think its beginning to sound like the ramblings of a troubled kid. Which I definitely am not. I'm not troubled. Well, not exactly. And I'm not a kid either. Ok, not exactly a kid either. What I'm going to do now, is to make you drool by telling you about all the amazing new songs I've managed to get hold off. HAHA. Tell me if you want any of it. I'm always enthusiastic about helping my favourite bands garner a greater following and earning more income. Like duh. Love should be shared all around. No, I'm not trying to be the next Barney the purple dinosaur. I just want to share the joy that comes with listening to Mao, hyde, Jui, Juri, Kato Kazuki and Gackt with the rest of the world. In case you have no idea who they are, they are the lead singers of SID, L'Arc-en-Ciel/ VAMPS, Vidoll, Versailles while Kazuki and Gackt are now solo respectively. If you are still lost, I recommend sitting down with me for about 3 hours while I preach about their awesomeness. Alternatively, for some less hardcore, you could Wikipedia or Google them. Yeah. There is something known as the Internet.
First is SID. Somehow dug out their old songs, like Ajisai, Rinjin and some other stragglers. WOW. That was my reaction. Mao sounds so good. Absolutely. Especially so when I unearthed Sentimental Macchiato as well. Ok, I think its spelled that way, because its all in Katakana, and I cant type Japanese on my Bento. A disturbing phenomenon that I intend to correct soon. Anyway, I love SID. The music is in this little niche thats neither hardcore rock nor pop. Amazing vocals, and it still has the quality that made me fall in love with them to begin with. Its the kind of song where you work with it running in the background and keep checking to remember the title of the song because it justs sounds so good. Its something thats neither jarring nor boring. Its not the noise that captures your attention, but rather the structure of the entire piece. A 4 minute slice of enjoyment. I particularly like Natsukoi (I think its pronounced like this) and Dear Tokyo.
Kazuki is improving too. Yes, his PVs still look like a budget production, but no matter how low quality his PV is, it cannot mask the fact that his vocals are improving. I adore artistes who improve, and he has definitely improved a lot. From the rather flat Hyotei renditions during Dreamlive and TeniMyus, his recent singles and for some songs in his last album were pretty good. Suna no Shiro (I think again), and instinctive love. Brilliant Snow and Love Bite. Sigh. I WANT MY MAGAZINE. It has 2 feature articles, one on Gackt and his new 10th Anniversary R+R release thing, as well Kazuki and his recent Venom and Easy Go singles. VIV! I WANT MY MAGAZINE. I can stare at their hot faces and practice my pathetic Japanese language skills as well. Killing two birds with one stone that costs around $25. VIV~
I wonder why. Its not like i like it. Its not like I made a concious effort. But I wonder why it happens. They say it just happens. But there has to be a root cause no? There has to be starting point, and a point of no return. Everything has a beginning, and I know ther should be an end. I cannot survive like this if there is no end. I'm at my limit. I'm hiding it well, but it'll all come out. I dont want it to come out. Its such an embarrassment. Such a ridiculous thing. Yet, its so important. Its so important to me...
"My love. My life. My god. I am what you make of me."
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Hair
Playlist
Venus by Kato Kazuki
Okay dearies. Its official. I look like some Edo period Japanese gal. Why? Well, I cut my hair! Its a fringe cut, with a middle tier followed by the usual flowing locks. Yep. Rebonded again. Its $130, for the cut, rebonding and treatment. I think I shall have rebonded hair only until the end of this year. Let it grow out, cause now its a little dry, before I decide if I should look like a poodle for a year in university. Yes. I'm thinking of ceramic curls. Large wavy FAKE ceramic curls. Simply because my natural hair is this messy curly mop. Oh yeah. Did I mention that I plan to cut it short at the end of the year? And dye it dark blue? Post semester one exams of course. Maybe after JLPT. I have nice and thick hair. Tough too. Great for doing funny things. Anyway, images!
Fringe.
Side.
The middle tier is nice and straight.
On the whole.
I sorta like this hairstyle. Non-conformist. And yes. Its Lulubell's hairstyle. I've got quite a few people saying that I look Japanese. That I have an exotically Asian look. Yeah. Flat, button nose? Single eyelids? Puffy cheeks? Straight black hair? Check, check, check. Yup. I look Oriental. I speak Mandarin, Singlish, Japanese. As long as I'm not on the phone nor pissed off at you of course. When I'm angry, I tend to adopt this accent that is distinctively non-Asian. I'm not sure where I sound like I'm from, but no one will ask if I'm from China. Yes. People, as in China Chinese, do ask me which part of China I'm from. Well, the most I can say is that my great-grandparents are from Hainan Island. Other than that? Born and bred on this little island off Malaysia. Yep. I am part of some island family tree. We move from one small island to an even smaller island. Hopefully my children are on an island too. Like a private island somewhere in the Bahamas. Yeah. That would be awesome.
Went pubbing for the first time in my life. It was alright. If a tad bit boring. I mean, I can't get drunk. I can only try to get high on my company. Tough when its all INTJs. With a really innocent gal, and 2 people more interested in their handphones than their current company. It can't be helped. I'm not that interesting. And my contacts were hurting a bit as I had them on for more than 12 hours. Sigh. I like the people I was with, except maybe we should have gone clubbing. I suppose everyone was waiting for someone else to suggest something more interesting to do than wheel around in the wheelchair. Yes, we were at Clinic. Maybe if we were less self conscious? Oh yeah. Maybe they should have drank more. HAHA. Lower inhibitions and all that. So we would be less conscious of our image in front of classmates. Sigh. Disappointing, but I'd go again. Some other things were interesting. I shan't say it here, but there were other... Perks. Yeah. Not what you think. But I saw some things I'd like to better observe once more. So yeah. Anyone wants to go clubbing or pubbing can ask me along. I promise that you'll be able to get home. HAHA. I'm the teetotaler. Can't help it. I'm built this way.
Anyone knows why I cant access the language pack in my VAIO? I've dowloaded whatever updates there are. I've downloaded the language pack thingy from the Microsoft website. And I still can't type in Japanese! Help? Thanks dearies :)
"If I'm messed up, you belong to Pluto."
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
小悪魔ヘヴン
Playlist
Koakuma Heaven by Gackt
Just when I thought that I have seen the weirdest parts of Gackt, be it 3 day curries or falling asleep during talk shows... I have seen something else to raise the weirdness bar higher. Its called Koakuma Heaven. Here. His talk show promotion of his new single. I nearly died. Its hilarious. Completely hilarious. Gackt doing a dance with 6 girls. Its some para-ish looking thing. The best part? These girls are in stilettos. Dressed in candy coloured dresses. And yet they still dance better than Gackt. I'm serious. Gackt, in all black, looks... Err. Incoherent on the stage. His voice is the same. The lyrics are superbly corny. Perverted as usual. Available here. I have never seen anyone who adds emoticons to their lyrics. But like I said, ignore how cute it looks. Its perverted. Yeah, hot blooded Japanese male thing as usual. I think its as perverted as Vanilla, if not more so because of the candy tune. And the 'girl' on the DEARS only cover is Gackt. Yes. Lets all go back to the cross dressing days. We all love hot guys in pink dresses, curled hair and pretty nails. Anyway, its suppose to be from the perspective of a prostitute. Bar hostess. Whatever euphemism you wish to use. Like many of his songs, the underlying meaning and the sound of the song is often related. Think candy lifestyle with how lonely it is. Irony. Melancholic some when you understand, but chock full of meaning on multiple levels. HOMG, the purpose, tone and theme can give you a headache. A more condensed version is available here. Anyway Koakuma Heaven is only the first of his 10 albums. The next one up is Faraway, with an equally provocative cover. Its all available at Wikipedia. After that its Lost Angels. Then Flower. Believe me when I tell you I cant wait. Gackt is great at stuff like this. I have to hand it to him. Never a dull moment when he wants to be in the news.
Next up is VAMPS. My dear hyde and K.A.Z. has been on magazines, the news and doing lots of singles plus album promotion recently. Hmm. Sad to say that I think their VAMPS album is just mediocre. I like Evanescent, Time Goes By, Trouble and Red Rum. The rest I just... Err. Not in my top 10 songs list. I like Sex Blood Rock n Roll simply because of the way hyde shouts/sings the 4 words of the title. Other than that... Nothing much. Very disappointing actually, considering how much I like hyde. The music is great, but there seems to be something severely lacking in the lyrics. Just because the band is called VAMPS does not mean every song has to be about blood. Maybe he could explore other aspects of the supposed properties of vampirism other than blood-drinking. Say, do they feel claustrophobic is their coffins? How does it feel like to never be able to see the sun again? What about the immortality? Coming out into the open? These can branch out into perfectly philosophical topics. *nods* I think I ought to go back to school. My brain is about to be fried from lack of utilisation. Hence the weird rhetorical questions.
Watched Dance! Subaru yesterday. Watching a movie alone is a new experience. Not unpleasant. It was rather intersting in fact. You dont have to make small talk with anyone. You dont have to think about what the person next to you thinks about your reaction to what you're both watching. You dont have to discuss anything after that. Rather... relaxing. Precisely what I was trying to do. Rest and relaxation. I deserve a break after all that I have been through these few months. Its frustrating to not be able to leave Singapore, but at least I wont suffer. HAHA. It was a pretty feel good kind of movie. Semi-brainless. Sad in how virtually everyone important to Subaru dies. Grimy, but uplifting at the same time. I like Kohei. He has the suffering unrequited love feel down pat. Quite different when he was the one dumping pink Nana in NANA as her boyfriend Shoji. I was surprised to learn that he was in Waterboys as well. Waterboys was a great movie, if any movie can ever be considered truly good.
My new laptop is great. My dear Bento. Its slick. Silver. Sony. Sibilant alliteration. Oh well. I had fun updating all the album covers for my iTunes. Album covers are so very pretty. Some are plain, and others are crazily elaborate, but all are amazingly cool. My current favourite? Ikemen Samurai. Simply because I see Atobe, Yukimura, Sanada in the traditional samurai garb. Traditional attire rocks. It gives a greater depth to the bishies I know and love. In second place is Face. Because Kato Kazuki has the guts to distort his face for his album cover. I respect that. Third is... Yeah. Koakuma heaven. Simply because. Yeah. Love him or hate him, Gackt is one talented guy. Yes. He is a guy!
Koakuma Heaven by Gackt
Just when I thought that I have seen the weirdest parts of Gackt, be it 3 day curries or falling asleep during talk shows... I have seen something else to raise the weirdness bar higher. Its called Koakuma Heaven. Here. His talk show promotion of his new single. I nearly died. Its hilarious. Completely hilarious. Gackt doing a dance with 6 girls. Its some para-ish looking thing. The best part? These girls are in stilettos. Dressed in candy coloured dresses. And yet they still dance better than Gackt. I'm serious. Gackt, in all black, looks... Err. Incoherent on the stage. His voice is the same. The lyrics are superbly corny. Perverted as usual. Available here. I have never seen anyone who adds emoticons to their lyrics. But like I said, ignore how cute it looks. Its perverted. Yeah, hot blooded Japanese male thing as usual. I think its as perverted as Vanilla, if not more so because of the candy tune. And the 'girl' on the DEARS only cover is Gackt. Yes. Lets all go back to the cross dressing days. We all love hot guys in pink dresses, curled hair and pretty nails. Anyway, its suppose to be from the perspective of a prostitute. Bar hostess. Whatever euphemism you wish to use. Like many of his songs, the underlying meaning and the sound of the song is often related. Think candy lifestyle with how lonely it is. Irony. Melancholic some when you understand, but chock full of meaning on multiple levels. HOMG, the purpose, tone and theme can give you a headache. A more condensed version is available here. Anyway Koakuma Heaven is only the first of his 10 albums. The next one up is Faraway, with an equally provocative cover. Its all available at Wikipedia. After that its Lost Angels. Then Flower. Believe me when I tell you I cant wait. Gackt is great at stuff like this. I have to hand it to him. Never a dull moment when he wants to be in the news.
Next up is VAMPS. My dear hyde and K.A.Z. has been on magazines, the news and doing lots of singles plus album promotion recently. Hmm. Sad to say that I think their VAMPS album is just mediocre. I like Evanescent, Time Goes By, Trouble and Red Rum. The rest I just... Err. Not in my top 10 songs list. I like Sex Blood Rock n Roll simply because of the way hyde shouts/sings the 4 words of the title. Other than that... Nothing much. Very disappointing actually, considering how much I like hyde. The music is great, but there seems to be something severely lacking in the lyrics. Just because the band is called VAMPS does not mean every song has to be about blood. Maybe he could explore other aspects of the supposed properties of vampirism other than blood-drinking. Say, do they feel claustrophobic is their coffins? How does it feel like to never be able to see the sun again? What about the immortality? Coming out into the open? These can branch out into perfectly philosophical topics. *nods* I think I ought to go back to school. My brain is about to be fried from lack of utilisation. Hence the weird rhetorical questions.
Watched Dance! Subaru yesterday. Watching a movie alone is a new experience. Not unpleasant. It was rather intersting in fact. You dont have to make small talk with anyone. You dont have to think about what the person next to you thinks about your reaction to what you're both watching. You dont have to discuss anything after that. Rather... relaxing. Precisely what I was trying to do. Rest and relaxation. I deserve a break after all that I have been through these few months. Its frustrating to not be able to leave Singapore, but at least I wont suffer. HAHA. It was a pretty feel good kind of movie. Semi-brainless. Sad in how virtually everyone important to Subaru dies. Grimy, but uplifting at the same time. I like Kohei. He has the suffering unrequited love feel down pat. Quite different when he was the one dumping pink Nana in NANA as her boyfriend Shoji. I was surprised to learn that he was in Waterboys as well. Waterboys was a great movie, if any movie can ever be considered truly good.
My new laptop is great. My dear Bento. Its slick. Silver. Sony. Sibilant alliteration. Oh well. I had fun updating all the album covers for my iTunes. Album covers are so very pretty. Some are plain, and others are crazily elaborate, but all are amazingly cool. My current favourite? Ikemen Samurai. Simply because I see Atobe, Yukimura, Sanada in the traditional samurai garb. Traditional attire rocks. It gives a greater depth to the bishies I know and love. In second place is Face. Because Kato Kazuki has the guts to distort his face for his album cover. I respect that. Third is... Yeah. Koakuma heaven. Simply because. Yeah. Love him or hate him, Gackt is one talented guy. Yes. He is a guy!
"This is the way we brush our teeth... We brush our teeth..."
Friday, 5 June 2009
French
Playlist
Deep Red by Vamps
I am utterly disgusted by all the rubbish certain people spout off the top of their head. I really do not like to stereotype, but these people belong to the adult category. As in, all of them are older than 21. Which seems to be some warped turning point where you decide to piss off everyone who isn't older than 21?! I have never thought of it that way before this week started. I'm serious. I am so frustrated by the signs of foolishness I see everywhere around me. It really makes me wonder why I actually bother trying to enter the 'adult' world. Oh right. Its because they outnumber us. They surround us. Drag us down to their level. And then proceed to beat us with experience in being an idiot. All I can say is, I'm floored.
Anyway. In reverse chronological order. First up was my relative, X. I GUESS. And this is a really huge question mark, but I suppose X means well. I shall be nice and kind and give X the benefit of the doubt. I mean. I'm under 21! So here goes our conversation. Or rather, exchange. Err. Wait. It was just a few lines. Or less than that. ANYWAY.
X: WOW, you cannot speak Cantonese?
Me: Eh. Yeah. Why?
X: Aren't you a failure? I mean, in Singapore and you cannot speak Cantonese.
Me: (internally) DAMN YOU, YOU FREAKING BASTARD. WHO THE SHIT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
Ah. Relatives. You hate them and you cant show it. You like them and you exaggerate it by the power of a hundred. Me? A failure? What does that make you? Oh. A greater failure. HAHA. I can speak my own dialect just fine. I can understand Hokkien, Teochew and Hakka. I can name all the Hongkong Dim Sum staples. I don't NEED to speak Cantonese asshole. In Singapore, we use English, Mandarin and mostly Hokkien at the hawker stalls. I can espouse a smattering of Japanese. Believe me, the next language I intend to pick up is French. So that I can string vulgarities into a silk handkerchief. It'll sound fabulous. Like wiping my ass with silk. So there. Get out off my face before I upend my stomach of what I ate today.
Next we have Y. Dear me. Y is an exhibition of infantilism in its most extreme form. Everything a child, under one years old, does is cute. When someone older than 21 does it, its bloody irritating. We, the people who make the rules of society, say it smacks of immaturity. Ridiculous. We call people who dont grow up retards. You know? Retarded growth? HAHA. The idea Y has is something along the lines of "You're cheating (bending the rules a little) , so I'll cheat MORE!" and "I want everything you have, but bigger!", plus, "I like this, so I must have this!" with a little of "They must like me more than they like you!". Notice the intensifying exclamation marks? Goodness gracious me. I thought I left this behind in pre-school. Apparently not. Imagine this acted out in all its gory embarassment by someone who is supposed to be a role model to us unrefined and childish teenagers. Its a public affront. My poor, delicate social sensiblities are screaming in agony. I'm going to need to weekend to recover. Sniff, sniff. Make that an extended weekend.
Enter exhibit Z. Who is hell bent on living the way he is living. Z is always right. Z must be right. For he is the alpha and omega of everyone who exists on this planet. We all live to worship Z. We die as an offering to Z. Z is the all-wise. All-caring. Heck. Go screw yourself. Live in your own delusional world all you want. I dont care if you get high on stabbing teddy bears, feeding the gerbil or thinking about the mating habits of carnivorous fish. Whatever. Just dont include me in your edition of The Fantastic Tale of Z. Nor The Amazing Z. Most of all, The Ultimate Guide to Z. Please. Get a life. My life is strictly off-limits. You are not allowed to stick me in your two dimensional world. Do not pass GO, do not collect two hundred dollars.
I shall stop here. If I continue, I'll be no better than these little people. I have had enough.
"Pardon my French dearies. I'm learning a new language :)"
Deep Red by Vamps
I am utterly disgusted by all the rubbish certain people spout off the top of their head. I really do not like to stereotype, but these people belong to the adult category. As in, all of them are older than 21. Which seems to be some warped turning point where you decide to piss off everyone who isn't older than 21?! I have never thought of it that way before this week started. I'm serious. I am so frustrated by the signs of foolishness I see everywhere around me. It really makes me wonder why I actually bother trying to enter the 'adult' world. Oh right. Its because they outnumber us. They surround us. Drag us down to their level. And then proceed to beat us with experience in being an idiot. All I can say is, I'm floored.
Anyway. In reverse chronological order. First up was my relative, X. I GUESS. And this is a really huge question mark, but I suppose X means well. I shall be nice and kind and give X the benefit of the doubt. I mean. I'm under 21! So here goes our conversation. Or rather, exchange. Err. Wait. It was just a few lines. Or less than that. ANYWAY.
X: WOW, you cannot speak Cantonese?
Me: Eh. Yeah. Why?
X: Aren't you a failure? I mean, in Singapore and you cannot speak Cantonese.
Me: (internally) DAMN YOU, YOU FREAKING BASTARD. WHO THE SHIT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
Ah. Relatives. You hate them and you cant show it. You like them and you exaggerate it by the power of a hundred. Me? A failure? What does that make you? Oh. A greater failure. HAHA. I can speak my own dialect just fine. I can understand Hokkien, Teochew and Hakka. I can name all the Hongkong Dim Sum staples. I don't NEED to speak Cantonese asshole. In Singapore, we use English, Mandarin and mostly Hokkien at the hawker stalls. I can espouse a smattering of Japanese. Believe me, the next language I intend to pick up is French. So that I can string vulgarities into a silk handkerchief. It'll sound fabulous. Like wiping my ass with silk. So there. Get out off my face before I upend my stomach of what I ate today.
Next we have Y. Dear me. Y is an exhibition of infantilism in its most extreme form. Everything a child, under one years old, does is cute. When someone older than 21 does it, its bloody irritating. We, the people who make the rules of society, say it smacks of immaturity. Ridiculous. We call people who dont grow up retards. You know? Retarded growth? HAHA. The idea Y has is something along the lines of "You're cheating (bending the rules a little) , so I'll cheat MORE!" and "I want everything you have, but bigger!", plus, "I like this, so I must have this!" with a little of "They must like me more than they like you!". Notice the intensifying exclamation marks? Goodness gracious me. I thought I left this behind in pre-school. Apparently not. Imagine this acted out in all its gory embarassment by someone who is supposed to be a role model to us unrefined and childish teenagers. Its a public affront. My poor, delicate social sensiblities are screaming in agony. I'm going to need to weekend to recover. Sniff, sniff. Make that an extended weekend.
Enter exhibit Z. Who is hell bent on living the way he is living. Z is always right. Z must be right. For he is the alpha and omega of everyone who exists on this planet. We all live to worship Z. We die as an offering to Z. Z is the all-wise. All-caring. Heck. Go screw yourself. Live in your own delusional world all you want. I dont care if you get high on stabbing teddy bears, feeding the gerbil or thinking about the mating habits of carnivorous fish. Whatever. Just dont include me in your edition of The Fantastic Tale of Z. Nor The Amazing Z. Most of all, The Ultimate Guide to Z. Please. Get a life. My life is strictly off-limits. You are not allowed to stick me in your two dimensional world. Do not pass GO, do not collect two hundred dollars.
I shall stop here. If I continue, I'll be no better than these little people. I have had enough.
"Pardon my French dearies. I'm learning a new language :)"
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)