Chase

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Chase by L'Arc~en~Ciel

The new song is pretty different from what they've been producing up to date. A lot more synthesizer and there's quite an obvious hook and all. In a way, it sounds a lot more like what you'd expect from pop groups? I can totally imagine 2NE1 performing to something like this. Of course Chase is far more mature and rockish, but the fact that I can even associate it with 2NE1 speaks for itself.

And if the format of this post is a wee bit queer because I'm typing this on the go. On my phone no less. It's an application I found from the Android Market. Not an official app because there isn't one available, but this seemed pretty decent, which is why I've decided to try it out. Rest assured that my blog will always chart the me who tries to compose her thoughts in complete sentences and will ponder the intricacies of structure. Not about to abandon my blog for Tumblr anytime soon. There are, nevertheless, likely to be alterations, such as shorter paragraphs. This is because on the teeny screen I have (well compared to my laptop anyway since I might possible have one of the largest touchscreen phones around) it seems far too lengthy, a paragraph such as this. It might benefit me in the long run by encouraging more concise paragraphs, but I think I'd hope to maintain my meandering thoughts. If there weren't any convolution, I'd be one heck of a sad gal.

Running a flu and my final, most important presentation this semester is tomorrow. Yes I have classes in Saturday because of the holiday on Monday. I think I've mentioned repeatedly that my school has a policy of having make up classes on Saturday? So yes, my class is at 3pm. Superbly nervous because I know how terrible my.performance becomes when I'm running a flu. Everything seems to be moving faster than what I can deal with and I can't seem to hear myself right. Doesn't help that my nose is like a leaking dam and its highly uncomfortable to have a feeling of an overflowing nose. Gross and annoying to the maximum. So yes, having a presentation isn't the best idea, but I'll deal with what I can get. Hopefully I don't feel so awful tomorrow. Perhaps I should volunteer to be the first group to go. Reduce the amount of pain I'll have to go through and let's me rest earlier. Touchwood... Really hoping it tides over by tomorrow so that I can show the other group how very epic we are. Competitive til the day I die.

Exams are around the corner and I don't have much motivation to study. I think it might be because of the flu, but I have been being a lazy sloth for the past few days too so I really wonder. Really hope I do well this semester and with the majority of my grade reliant on my finals, I ought to be drinking the contents of my textbooks and notes. Sigh. Help me find the drive to study? No way that I want to repeat my triple C performance of last semester. Really horrible. If I weren't in New York at that point in time I might have offed myself in despair. Even then, I did go into a state of shock. Cried in the bathroom while showering so that my roommates wouldn't be able to see how I wad breaking apart. Even then I think they kinda guessed that law this hollow shell-shocked mess. Not sure how I survived the next few days... I think visiting the Strand helped? I know I was awfully testy in Taiwan and I only properly recovered when I went to Japan. I think the horrible illness I had between Taiwan and Japan, when I was in Singapore, might have been my body's way of catching up with the mental stress. Like I said, I'm pretty competitive so I don't do well with abject failure. In essence, me needs to study so that I can improve my gpa and smile properly again.

Call me what you will for being so grade conscious but I like doing well. It matters to me. It makes me happy to go well. So yeah. Go ahead and judge me, I don't really care. Everyone have things that matter to them. For me, seeing an A grade makes me jubilant. I don't comment on your infatuation with collecting pencils or barbie dolls, don't put for collecting pretty grades.

"Calling, the fallen angel, rolling, on cold asphalt..."