Music-Elitists.
You know what bugs me the most at this moment?
People who claim that they can understand the so-called implicit, underlying meanings in song lyrics, “ZOMG I’m SO deep!”
When they listen to pop music, they go, “ZOMG this is SO shallow, it’s total rubbish!” and proceed to sit in a corner and rock himself back and forth while listening to whatever music they regard as “deep”.
Ah yes, besides the language-elitists, there are also the music-elitists.
People who love to show off their “intelligence” by proclaiming that pop is dead, or that radio sucks.
Then they proceed to list all the “great” bands that they know of.
Sometimes I look at those bands which those they list, and I think, “They think that’s deep?”
I wonder whether they know how ridiculous they sound.
I guess it’s like people with body odour – they can’t smell themselves?
I used to be one of those people when I was younger – always boasting that I listen to better music than other people, and tossing away any music that the general population was into.
But ultimately I think it just boils down to taste, and it doesn’t define our intelligence or who we are.
I’m pretty sure that we all know that – but we still form low opinions of other genres of music anyway.
Take Lizard for example, she listens to Chinese pop songs, but she’s not cheena, neither is she an ah lian.
I listen to Rammstein – but I’m not in a cult or anything that one might link heavy metal to.
Come to think of it, I think people establish preconceived notions about others even through music.
Those who listen to pop = Narrow-minded Bimbos
Those who listen to Chinese songs = Ah Lians and Bengs
Those who listen to heavy metal = Freaky, tattoo-ed people with nose rings
And the list goes on. I shared a Rammstein song with some of my friends the other day, and they laughed.
I honestly wish I could share a song with someone without them sighing, “Aiyoh, you listen to this kind of music ah?” and hand my iPod back to me.
Not because I think my music taste is superior, but because when they say that, a stereotypical judgment about me is being formed.
I admit, I don’t particularly like Pop or Indie stuff very much.
Sometimes the lyrics do make me cringe, but it’s mostly because those songs sound boring to me. It’s just verse 1, chorus, verse 2, chorusx3.
But yet, I don’t think it’s rubbish. I admit that I listen to Backstreet Boys every once in a while.
I’m not surprised if people like listening to those bands, I mean, being yourself is all that matters right?
It’s kind of funny to see those full-headed bozos arrogantly sprouting out the names of “great” bands, because while they think they’re being mature, they’re just being dickheads.
Which reminds me, I should will stop teasing Haniel about how he likes to listen to The Click Five.
After many months…
New layout by my sister, whee! I used to like Duo Lon a lot during the KOF days, then the new company took over and added a load of French people, like Ash Gay Crimson, whose significance is still unknown to me. He wears a hair band for goodness sake.
Well, I successfully managed to drop Chinese, wheepeedoo.
I can’t believe that I’m going to look back and tell my children how I’d gotten a C for Chinese. It’s kind of like a life-imprinting thing.
One thing which bugged me lately regarding languages is language-elitist people. I seem to be meeting more and more people who regard their proficiency in English as a reason for their superiority. In fact, these people go to the extent of dismissing Mother Tongue as a peasant’s language. I’m definitely no spokesperson for Mandarin, but I think anyone who uses condescending reasons to justify their lack in proficiency in the language is an absolute shithead.
My Chinese friend goes, “Chinese is useless lah, I can’t push my grade from a C to a A in a month’s time anyway. What, watch lame Chinese serials and read Chinese newspaper issit? It’s all gossip and trash.”
A Malay guy whines, “Not like I watch those lame Malay dramas all day wad, not like I speak Malay all the time at home also.”
And many, many more. These statements would appear harmless on paper, but with their tone of voice, the meaning is entirely different. Their tone of voice implied that only people good in MT are “losers” who speak their MT at home or watch those “loserish” TV shows 24/7. So what are the oh-so fabulous English shows? Days of Our Lives? Deal or No Deal? The Simple Life? MTV? Days of Our-freakin’-Lives?!
I wonder, what makes them think that being good in English is superior to being good in MT (aside from L1R5 reasons)? These are the times when I think that despite our (pathetic) racial-harmony attempt, white supremacy is still dominant. Thanks to several distorted mediums such as MTV (aka trash tv), we’re desperately trying to mimic bloody Beverly Hills all the time.
I tried watching The Hills once on MTV. One word: Whatthebloodyhell? I think in its obvious attempt to squeeze a whole day’s drama into half an hour, they cut a bunch of footage, hence highlighting the more outrageous/stupid/ohnohedidn’t dialogue and actions which would further enhance the different characters’ distinct personalities given by the producers. Yeah, the jerkiness in the sequence of the scenes was a big clue.
But MTV’s trash would be another post, another day.
I suppose the shining, branded Beverly Hills would seem more glamorous compared to the foggy, cold mountains in China. Anyway, my point is that underneath this stupid language superiority complex these people have, I think it all boils down to how they perceive the Western culture to be better than their own.
People, like my [subject] teacher who disses China non-stop and wears ridiculous $300 onion-coloured belts from branded French stores whose names I can’t even pronounce, aren’t exactly helping to repair Singapore’s fraying racial morale either. I think she ought to take a look at her own skin colour again and be reminded of where her damn roots are.
I don’t mean to sound preachy, like, oh MT is important so we can learn more about our cultures [regurgitate MT Oral speech], but on some level, it is true.
Isn’t it pathetic to see someone desperately wanting to be Chinese even though he’s Malay? Isn’t it pathetic to see someone so obsessed over Abercrombie and Fitch/GAP just because it’s an American brand? Isn’t it pathetic to see someone dissing his own race? I think it’s ironic the way they feel so superior when everybody else are actually disgusted by them. Well, I am.
I don’t mean to say we can’t indulge in some pleasures which the Western cultures bring. Spaghetti’s pretty good.
But to go to the extent of attempting to wash away your race and roots with meaningless materials and clothing is pathetic, because it’s so damn evident and obvious.
Anyway, the whole point is about language-elitist people. I’m all for speaking good English, but not the arrogance in it.
I wonder how these people would feel if one day China took over the world and everyone spoke Chinese. Language is just another propaganda thing isn’t it?
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Prelims are coming! I think studying Lit is depressing sometimes. There’s a story called The Boss which I find quite depressing, whenever Lily Posen pops into the picture, those hormones just start flooding through my veins man. The writer portrays her in such a pathetic state, I just feel sick and overwhelmed whenever I read it.
Another depressing story would be Limits of Trooghaft. It’s about aliens taking over the world. The way the aliens treat humans in the story mirrors the way we treat animals now Eg. watching them have sex in cages, segregating them, eating them. That story alone is enough to convince me to go into vegetarianism. It’s awful.
Plus, I went into a crazy mood-swing-fit after studying Lit. I moved on to Relative Velocity, and I started bursting into tears because I couldn’t do the first question. After thoroughly trashing my pillow around, sobbing into it, pulling my hair, banging the sink and curling up into a fetal position, I suddenly realized that I knew how to do the question and went back to doing the worksheet. It was a rather odd moment. I think the stress is really getting to me.
Well, back to more depressing Lit stories…
WWE
WWE’s coming to Singapore again!
They’re coming on July 28th, a Saturday, which is great because I’m sick of missing concerts because they were held on school days.
According to the information, wrestlers like Rey Mysterio, Booker T (I don’t care, it sounds better than King Booker. King Booker sounds like a big-headed, zit-ridden head prefect who wears tight pants and rules the school with his pen, notebook and booking skills), KANE, Edge, Matt Hardy, Batista and “many more”. I hate the words “many more”, who the hell is “many more”?
I’m kind of itching to go, but the tickets are really pricey. $155 for category 2.
I guess that’s usually the price for those seats, but argh…
Another bugging problem is company, I can never find anyone to go with because they don’t like this stuff. Especially WWE, I highly doubt any of my girl friends would want to come. Liz once claimed that WWE is just a bunch of sweaty men fighting in their underwear. Meh. I’m not too bent on going myself and screaming, “ILOVEYOUKANE!” amongst the crowd either.
I hope Triple H doesn’t come.
I don’t like his great Greek beak nose.
Al Pacino
His face, once I get a good and big picture, shall be my layout soon!
Al Pacino’s my favorite actor now, Peter Stormare was my favorite ever since Prison Break came out, so it’s time for a change yo.
Al Pacino is, from what I read in other blogs, “the sex”.
I dunno what this new slang means, I suppose it means they love it so much that they’re willing to have sex with it, but well whatever. I’m gonna buy all the DVDs of the movies which he’s acted in, except the crappy movies.
He may be 70 years old but! Anyway, I just like him.
I don’t like “handsome” men like Orlando Bloom or Gaspard Ulliel or Wentworth Miller or that Japanese dude, what’s his name? Takeshi Kana-what. I mean okay, their face contours are perfectly shaped, their eyes are piercing, they look like the dude next door, they look perfect, yeah, but don’t they all look the same? God they look so damn boring, they’re look so perfect that it’s sickening and unappealing. They look so perfect to the point where it just blends with everything else. They just don’t look right, or maybe that’s because they’re so airbrushed.
I was going to upload a picture of Orlando Bloom and post it right here just to point out how boring he looks, but I think we all know how he looks like. Thick brows, brown eyes, dopey floppy hair, eeyuk. Get a haircut.
Okay, this is weird rambling about who’s hot and who’s not. Al Pacino whee whee whee!
Sicky
I suddenly remembered last year’s meet the parents session. Lena Poh, who didn’t even teach my class, spoke to our parents about us, the kids whom she never taught. Mr Tchen sat quietly in a corner. I’m still incredulous, after 1 year has passed. The session only lasted 5 minutes because she didn’t even know who I was.
Anyway, the point is, the school didn’t manage to leech enough money from the students to install air-conditioning in the halls, so Lena Poh managed to sucker my dad into donating $350. Yeah, if they can’t get the kids to donate, they get the parents to do the job. In exchange, my dad’s name would be engrave on a tile in some tile project thingy.
1 year has passed. No cool air is felt on my face during the exams in the hall, no tiles are seen.
Where the fuck did my money go? Into graining “WELCOME” onto the floor which is stepped on everyday in front the of general office? Fuck. I’m starting, no wait, already started, to hate TK as each day passes. My God, this school sucks.
Another sickening moment today was when I browsed through a few blogs. I found a TK girl’s blog which was positively saturated with content about any possible branded goods you can think of. Abercrombie, Ralph Lauren, Chanel, Gucci, everything, and it made me feel sick.
Shopping too much even makes me feel sick. I’d start thinking about how many greedy hands have smeared their hand prints onto the clothing that I had touched and how many of those hands belonged to girls like that TK girl. Wasting money on clothing which they’d wear once and probably unable to afford these clothes if it weren’t for their ATM machines aka parents. Sick, just sick.
The 3rd sickening moment was when I passed by the streets in Orchard Road. All these ang-moh sounding names of those roads drove me nuts. Orchard Boulevard, Orchard Spring Lane, Tomlinson Road, Balmoral Street, etcetera. Singapore’s becoming Mysteria Lane. What ever happened to good ol’ Teck Beng Road, or other similar sounding roads. They even wanted to change Toa Payoh into Orchid Avenue or something.
This is exactly what Singapore’s identity problem is – not sticking to our original, traditional customs which made us the slightest bit “unique”, but instead trying to abolish our past and moulding our identity similar to any other Caucasian country, which is ridiculous because we aren’t. Yet they ponder on how to make Singapore unique, jackasses. We’re Caucasian wannabes.
The 4th sickening, or more likely infuriating, moment was just a few seconds ago. I told Cheeyang my mid-year exam results.
He guffawed, “Typical C class, muahahaha.”
The next time someone insults my class in my face again, I’m honestly going to slap the crap out of him/her.
Unfortunately I couldn’t slap Cheeyang’s face because it was over MSN and he’s my friend.
I don’t know why I’m this angry, I just am. Christ, do all of you have the urge to purge your blame and tease on us just to fill the gaping hole of insecurity by feeling convinced that you’re academically superior? Fan-fucking-tastic, you’ve just won the prize of Never-Finding-Self-Actualization-Ever!
Now, I’m off to study Chinese the so-called “typical” 4C way – fail as hard as I can. HARD YO!
Random Thoughts
Just finished watching Life is Beautiful. Cried like a pig! They don’t make movies like that anymore, Hollywood keeps churning out movie-makes out of comics [Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Insert-super-power-man, etc. And 7 Spiderman movies to be made?! I've had enough!], movies which don’t revolve around the plot but Jessica Alba/Biel/etcetera’s body and Norbit.
People, get your bums off the popcorn-sticky cinema seats and buy the DVDs for Life is Beautiful and Elephant Man, they may be old films and have awful or even no special effects, but they’re full of meaning. Stop wasting your money on Spiderman flops.
Anyway, this post is gonna be disoriented because I’m just typing down whatever comes to my mind… Piggies.
I tried listening to some songs from Avril Lavigne’s new album, because the first CD I’d ever bought was her first album when I was 12 years old, and I must’ve listened to that album 134 times. To put it in one sentence, I hate it. It’s abhorrent. Then I went to listen to her first album again, after 4 years of leaving it in a corner to gather dust. I realised that I hate it too, but I absolutely loved it when I was 12. Maybe I would’ve liked her new album too if I was 4 years younger. Oh Avril, why all the fishnet stockings now?
Anyway, I realised how childish I was in my blog archives when I dissed pop and punk/emo music and the people who listen to it, because I’m guilty of listening to bad music too! Elton John’s in my iPod, and so is Sum 41 and a few other crappy bands. I have vowed some time ago not to diss anymore genres of music due to the constant reminder which the Backstreet Boys gives me whenever I scroll down the list of music. Yes, Backstreet Boys. But to hell with it, I hate Avril Lavigne’s new album and roar it out to the world I shall.
The Buzzcocks rock!
I also remember the way I used to diss Ah Lians and Ah Bengs quite frequently. Then I wonder why I stopped. I think it’s because practically everybody hates Ah Lians and bengs, to the point where even the message managed to penetrate through those lians/bengs’ skulls, so they’re becoming more clever. Oh yes. They’re morphing, I can tell. There aren’t any lians or bengs anymore, they’re growing smarter and changing their appearance accordingly.
No more twit language. They’ve become more sophisticated lians, I can’t explain it. I don’t know how, because a label hasn’t been made up yet. They come up with seemingly-cryptic sentences by juxtaposing fancy words with one another, like.. I don’t know, like, “;Document your fall of grace-” or “It’s chocolate love-; cause’ I’ll fly away`” or SOMETHING, I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s this certain THING about it. They type with really small font too. They type coherent, emo words.
Well, something like that. Not that I hate the girls who come up with those sort of dumb sentences, just noticing the transformation from lians to modern day sophisticated lians.
Exams are soon to be over too. Physics was a relief, I was so anxious and brain-dead the day before that I dreamed about doing some problem sum regarding deceleration. I was mumbling, “Double the velocity.. Draw the graph.. So the distance is 4 times..” But surprisingly, the paper was passable. Yipee.
Eng of Random Thoughts.
Class Jersey Hoohaa
Haha, apparently there’s a a hulabaloo about our class jerseys.
Looks very ugly leh, looks like Korea flag leh, logo looks very 3-for-$10 pasam malam kind leh, nag nag nag.
Okay, we get it. Your class jerseys look Godly compared to ours. Your jerseys will burn the eyes of anyone who sets their eyes on it because it’s just too holy to be seen directly by us common, ungainly mortals. Your jerseys are worth being plated in gold and being displayed in every art museum in France. Your jerseys are the king of class jerseys. Hell, your jerseys are so good, that they are fit to be eaten by high-class epicureans. Your jerseys deserve to be shagged. Your jerseys can rule the world, your jerseys possess the power to separate the Red Sea and attack every field with locusts. Your jerseys are Gods. Your jerseys can defy the laws of Physics and bestow pigs with the ability to fly, et cetera. We geddit.
AIYOH. This is one of the times where I feel the need to use Singlish here to express my utter exasperation. This is exactly the sort of imbecilic and nonsensical actions which further breeds ethnocentrism between classes, it’s no wonder classes are establishing non-empirical preconceived judgments of other classes. Get over it lah, are your egos so insecure to the extent that you need to effusively criticise our class jerseys?
I’m just glad that Teng Hui managed to get us class jerseys. I think he shouldn’t have asked for the class’s opinion and should have just gone straight ahead to do what he thought was best, because even after asking us for our opinions, classmates are still complaining anyway. Idiots.
Yay! I finally have a shirt with my name on it! *beams* Who cares if we look like a North Korean political party?
Mid-year exams are creeping up, and I’m still unable to comprehend simple physics rules. Chinese O levels are creeping up, and I’m still unable to utter a full sentence without the occasional, “Umm,” or “Then..” or awkward pause. Sometimes I think I let my mum down by not being able to do well in Chinese. Teachers and friends think that I’m indolent when it comes to studying Mandarin, because how can a child of a Taiwanese be poor in Mandarin? Nag nag nag. But that’s not true, I’m not lazy, I don’t know why I can’t do well, but at least I’m trying.
Sigh, back to studying.
300
I’ve learned my lesson about sneaking in into M18 movies.
There’s a reason why a rating is there in the first place, M18 = NUDITY.
Call me immature or conservative or asexual, but I feel really uncomfortable when I see women’s boobs filling up the screen, especially when men or my guy friends are watching the same scene. Doesn’t it feel awkward that you’re watching a scene where a person of your gender is flaunting her/his stuff while the other gender’s watching? -Shiver-
The movie was 300. If it weren’t for the boobs and degrading of women by making them offer sex to men by showing off their boobs [I'm not too sure about the latter though, because I shielded my eyes once boobies came to view, and I heard funny noises. Funny noises! Ahh!], maybe I would’ve liked it more. But boobies didn’t take up most of the movie, so thank goodness.
I wonder why women boobs are always shown, but male genitals aren’t.
Not that I would want to see, but…
It also makes me uncomfortable when I watch actors have sex in a movie. Practically every movie contains sex, sometimes I think the producers just say, “Hmm. Let ‘em do sex. Let’s just smack a love making scene there so the element of ‘love’ is inside. That’ll make the protagonist macho AND loving. Bingo.” It’s to the point where the sex scene means nothing, it’s there for commercial purposes.
Such as The Island. RIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE, the girl and the guy did it. Like, boom. No gradual flirting, no suggestive body language, etc. The sex scene was so contrived!
That’s why I think the greatest movies are the movies which don’t follow the typical plot line of 1) Protagonist is macho, has an identity crisis, and says, “Who am I?” 2) Some gorgeous girl must be involved, 3) have sex, 4) hero wins and marries gorgeous girl.
I don’t have a problem with sex, but I have a problem with watching people have sex.
Okay, digression regarding unmentionables aside.
Back to 300. It’s a pretty awesome movie, I think. I was pleased to find out that my friend and I share equal dislike for Ong Sor Fern, a journalist who wrote a disapproving review of 300. In fact, she wrote disapproving reviews of every movie I’ve liked, and her flowery language is just fluff with no substance.
My friend said, “Yeah, everyone liked 300. Except Ong. Sor. Fern. That woman ah, she only likes those girly girly romance movies. Sheesh.” Damn right.
Anyhoo, once again like the Ghost Rider, I think the script needed a bit of work while the visual effects were A-W-E-S-O-M-E.
The Spartans’ accents jumped all over the place. Gerard Butler (Leonidas) sounded Scottish, David Wenham (Dilios) sounded Australian, Andrew Tiernan (Ephialtes) sounded English. Yet they’re Spartans, they’re not meant to speak English in the first place hahaha. Plus, the Chinese warriors spoke some English too. Teehee. I guess I’d expected their language to be more grand and olden, it sounded a little too modern sometimes for me.
There was one scene where Leonidas climbed a heath to visit the 3 oracles in order to gain the blessing of the Gods for his war plan. Either 3 or 4 oracles, I’m not too sure because they looked the same.The scene totally reminded me of Macbeth. A heath. 3 or 4 monstrous, non-human figures. The figure said, “We’d been expecting you.”. Ring any bells?
The gore didn’t bother me too much. There is a lot of stabbing and blood though. I was, in fact, mystified that the pints of blood spurted out of the victims vanished in mid-air. There was no blood spilled on the ground, despite the massive Golgotha.
Also, there was one scene where a huge ass Nathan-Jones-Lookalike monster started killing everyone, and he was totally indestructible.
Got stabbed in the arm, he pulls the sword out.
Got stabbed the neck, he pulls sword out.
Got stabbed the EYE, he pulls sword out. [My face went into "Wtf" mode at this one]
Finally, Leonidas got fed-up with the monster’s apparent invincibility and sliced off the head. I was like, “YES!”
I was also really looking forward to seeing Xerxes [Guy in golden Speedos in the picture below] in action. However, his eye makeup made him look girly and his voice sounded, purposely I suppose, Godly. Like Darth Vader sort of Godly. But he looked awesome anyway, like this:
Awesome picture, even though he’s practically naked in golden Speedos and funky gold piercings.
Screw Taiwan Yourself
TAIPEI, Taiwan, Dec. 26 ? A strong earthquake and three powerful aftershocks shook Taiwan today, causing damage and at least one death, but a feared tsunami did not happen.
Local news organizations said the seismic activity killed at least one person and injured at least 20 in towns on Taiwan?s southern tip, close to the epicenter, which was just offshore.
Taiwan?s Central Weather Bureau estimated the initial earthquake at 6.7 on the Richter scale, while the United States Geological Survey reported a preliminary magnitude of 7.1.
The Pacific Tsunami Warning Center in Hawaii said there was no threat of a region-wide tsunami, but Japan?s meteorological agency initially warned of a 3-foot wave heading south toward the Philippines. It later withdrew the warning, saying the danger had passed.
A significant aftershock shook Taiwan eight minutes after the earthquake and was estimated by local officials at 6.4 on the Richter scale and by the United States Geological Survey at 7.0. A third shock four minutes later was estimated by local officials at 5.2, and a fourth that occurred three hours later was measured at 5.5. The earthquake and the first aftershock were unusually long, each lasting more than a minute.
Taiwanese television stations showed rescuers using power equipment to dig through the remains of a building that collapsed and trapped eight inside in Kenting, an aging beach resort that faces the epicenter of the quake a few miles off shore.
A woman answering the phone at the Ambassador Hotel in Kaohsiung, a city of 1.6 million people located 50 miles from the epicenter, said there was little damage there and the city was calm. Calls to Kenting could not be completed because phone lines were overloaded.
The initial quake and the first aftershock were felt throughout Taiwan. A reporter?s hotel room swayed in Taipei, 260 miles north of the epicenter, and the building creaked for 10 to 15 seconds during both, while the second aftershock was not perceptible. The hotel was not evacuated, and the streets were quiet and peaceful afterward.
The first quake took place at 7:26 a.m. Eastern Standard Time on Tuesday, which was 8:26 p.m. on Tuesday evening in Taiwan.
The quakes came on the second anniversary of the far more powerful one off Sumatra in Indonesia ? estimated at 9.1 on the Richter scale ? that triggered a tsunami up to 30 feet tall. That tsunami killed 230,000 people around the coastline of the Indian Ocean, most of them in Indonesia, and left nearly 2 million people homeless.
A Taiwanese official warned in a televised press conference tonight that there would probably be further aftershocks.
Taiwan lies in one of the most earthquake-prone regions of the world. An earthquake on Sept. 21, 1999, measured 7.6 on the Richter scale and killed more than 2,000 people in northern and central Taiwan.
(New York Times) (!!)
You’re reaction? “Fuck Taiwan lah, internet so slow sia!”
You’ll only comprehend your dominating relationship with the computer if you 1) blame Taiwan for their earthquake, not taking into account that Taiwan wasn’t the one who challenged, “C’mon Earthquake! Hit us lah, nananipoopoo,”, 2) only fussing over your internet when lives were injured and 3) screaming, “Internet so slow! Fuck Taiwan lah!” and will only be consoled if a playstation is available at your disposal.
The description pretty much fits most us.
Still not convinced that technology is overwriting human priorities?
You selfish bastards. Stop complaining and start sympathising.
P.S: Taking 15 minutes to log on to blogger? Eat my dust, I use Wordpress!
Happy Things
Since I spend so much time, perhaps all the time, complaining so much, I’ve decided to shift my focus on things that I like. Which aren’t many, I came to realise after thinking. I’m not referring to the warm sunlight on your face and the simple fragrance of flowers in the morning and all that cliche shit that you should be happy about, I’m talking objects or habits that we like to indulge so much in.
Anyway, since my loves are probably already known (if you don’t, read the navigation bar) I’ll just pick random stuff that I like.
Digress for a moment:
Optimism. Much more important than you may think, folks. Yeah I know, it’s more cool to be pessimistic, gives you the “tall, dark and handsome” type of factor, especially if you’re not handsome. Or tall. Anyhoo, surprisingly, happiness extends your life span.
Easy-going + happy + relaxed + optimistic = You’re living to a hundred, baby.
Now if you’re constantly under stress for a prolonged period of time, you’ll get..
Stress + Frowns + Argh = Cancer
A type of chemical whose name has escaped me for the moment – let’s call it Chemical A – is released when you relent from stress. Such as when you’re working really hard for a long time, then finally you stop because you want to take a break, so you chill and get some coffee. Chemical A is released when you’re relaxed, and it helps to check your body for cancerous cells. So if you don’t relax, Chemical A can’t be released and POOF, you’re prone to cancer.
But also, if you externalise your problems too much, such as hostility, aggression, violence..
Punch + Kick + Attack people = High blood pressure
Lose-lose situation, yeah. So keep those lips stretched towards the heavens, your life depends on it.
But then again, why live to a hundred if you’re alone and abandoned?
But another disadvantage to being a optimist is that optimists manage to keep their happy levels up by comparing themselves to others. Like when they say, “At least you’re not as fat as that woman there.” So maybe optimists tend to be a little more judgmental.
My sister told me this stuff, from her Psychology textbook. Plus, did you know that you start aging when you’re only 20 years old? Wrinkles will form, but you won’t notice your prune face until you’re 30. By the time you’re 40, your eyes will start to go [so will your back] and you hit menopause at 50. Enjoy your wrinkle-free faces while it lasts – only for another 5 years.
Back to the topic!
The new love of my life:
Ryan Stiles!
Oh, Jude Law? Not anymore! He’s so passe man.
I don’t know why I like him so much though, Colin Mochrie came a close second, but Colin lost because his head resembles…a grape? Hairless. Nah just kidding, they’re both awesome.
Plus, he doesn’t even know that I exist, thus unable to dump me, avoiding the inevitable months of depression. Yes! Go me *ooga shaga*
Watch Whose Line is it Anyway?, he’s awesome. Whenever you’re feeling down, suicidal, sad, angry or pissed off, watch an episode of Whose Line? and it’ll make you think about unicorns and rainbows instead of I-hate-this-life-wanna-die thoughts.
Second on my list are..
That’s right, the yummiest food in the world.
Potatoes.
Steam them, bake them, boil them, mash them, cream them, spit in them, they always taste so good even by its own[after adding salt, sugar, butter, sour cream, bacon bits and spring onions of course]
Have you had your potato today?
Third on my list is Meat Loaf!
Meat Loaf galore!
..Oh oops, not that one..
Ah alrighty, Meat Loaf galore! Bat Out of Hell 3’s awesome. Initially, I thought he sounded like an old cheesy drug-ridden rocker with a pot belly trying to show that he’s still got it. But after a couple of times, you begin to acknowledge his passion in his voice.
Have you had your Meat Loaf today?
Well, these are the only 3 I can think of right now.
I’m still wondering whether to publish that saved post..
Anyhoo, I bloody need a haircut. When I sleep, I think Medusa crawls into my bed and tries to strangle me. Hair feels like her tentacles.
I told my mum this, she went:
“Don’t cut!”
“But.. *unable to finish my sentence because hair flew into my mouth*”
But she chose not to see the flyaway hair. Oh well.
Women choose to see what they want to see.
There’s cherry stuck in my braces.