Zomg Christmas, and Christmas songs ahh.
I just realized that Christmas is in 3days. Something along those lines I guess.
Scary how one year passes so quickly eh?
I've never really looked forward to Christmas. It puts me on the festive mood, and by 'festive', I refer to this song, because this song defines 'festive' best(I meant my personal definition):
I don't even want to pick out the lyrics, because:
1) All of them are beautiful
2) Later people accuse me of being emotional. )': sobs how could they.
Not that you're going to click on that link and listen to that song, because no one does things like that. I'm just putting it up there to answer an unasked question to my definition of 'festive', not like anyone would care, but that it's better for my conscience.
Try that song out if you're looking for those extremely 'high' song, and the apostrophes aren't meant to deceive.
Anyway, it's the season for consumerism and spammage of purchases of random nothingness.
Nothingness? A girl who gets too many stuffed toys would eventually throw/give some away. That is definite. Rooms can't grow exponentially. In fact, they can't grow at all.
A guy who gets too many condoms would eventually face the same situation. Pieces of rubber though they are, they still have expiry dates. What a chore.
Festive season = more sex. My sis and I are Leo-s. I guess that sexplains my point. Please remember to take all safety precautions/measures before engaging in some Wild Hot Sex. That is my advice to a lot of people because many people don't know how to take care of themselves and their partners well enough.
Remember to check your expiry dates and shit like that. Condom breaks are turn-offs I guess.
My mum always invites people over on Christmas day itself. All the friends of hers and their little children would run around dirtying the place. I can't say that I enjoy that. If you're family, I'm perfectly fine with it. I mean, more familiar with them and stuff. If you're random kids that I don't know, I can't forgive you if you were to dirty my computer.
I'm so going to keep my Playstation(1), because it's already quite fragile(it's been around for many years).
The kids that are going to be invited aren't going to injoy PS1 games anyway. Not when stuff like PS2, PS3(is there a PS3?) and PSP are around. That's just Sony by the way. I don't even want to touch on Nintendo and Xbox, even though I just did.
PS1 FTW.
By that, I mean 'for the win', because I'm seriously proud of it.
How many of you people own an Xbox 360?
How many of you people own a PSP?
How many of you people own a NDS?
How many of you people own a PS1?
The numbers don't lie, losers. Eat shit.
I hope some random person gives me an Xbox 360 game or something. Then I can say straight into his/her face 'Eh sorry uncle/aunty, I don't have', and laugh at their embarrassment.
I don't believe in Christmas. I believe in presents though. But then again I don't even bother with it. I'd rather play Runescape than open presents, seriously.
Every year, it's the same. Clothes, watches(I only have 2 hands), clothes, watches. When I go out, I often wear my school shirt and pants, because I don't want to think about what to wear. Which guy bothers about such stuff? Oh wait.
Why the same stuff over and over again? Because they seem the most practical. Oh, add keychains to the above. No one gives condoms though. Sex remains rather much of a taboo. And I'm only young and innocently sweet 16.
I can't think of any thing I'd want to possess right now. Seriously.
Urgh. And all the happy, really festive songs are playing. Carparks, shopping malls, buses, all of them playing Christmas carols and the like. Is it spelt as 'carols'? Or what? I forgot, can't be bothered to check. Pisses me off.
Which reminds me.
I was in my mum's office right now when the 'He knows when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been good or bad, so be good for goodness' sake' started playing in my head. Urgh. Typing it out seems to be a declaration of stupidity. Anyway, I realized something that marks 'maturity'.
If I were a kid, those pre-teen innocent little kids, I'd change it to something like 'so be bad for badness' sake!' and laugh and expect everyone else who would laugh along with me because they think it's funny, being the same age and all.
If I were a teenager, those horny-stained teens, I'd change it to something like 'He gropes you when you're sleeping', and expect everyone else to laugh along with me because I find it funny. I think it's got what it takes to be on my MSN nickname though.
See? When one grows older, he becomes hornier, and the sexual innuendo just keeps flowing in. I won't call that 'maturity', though I did previously just to catch your attention, but I'd call it 'growing up', because I don't know what else to call it.
I don't really know what point I was trying to prove, too. Was there even one?
I'm getting quite sleepy actually. It's been like this for a few days. It's almost as if my body is trying to make me revert to my original lifestyle. What, not as if school is starting in a week or so. Bleh. Screwed up mind =\
So many days of holidays, and the score is still zilch. I feel like a failure, I think I should jump now. Did you know? It is illegal to attempt suicide in Singapore(I think). You have to pay a fine or something. So if you were on the precipice of death(not Bleach, screw you), or crossroads of life and you feel so lost and helpless and decide to stand on random parappets(however you spell this shit), think back on your life. Reflect.
You are the one that decides whether your family has to pay a fine or funeral cost. Which is quite sad actually. You have to lose money either way, so you might as well end the pain earlier. Makes sense right? Your life in exchange for a fine.
I don't think I made sense though. Sleepy. I think I can start spouting nonsense and pass everything off as 'wasn't in the right of mind, can't blame me'.
I mentioned my friends' 'gig', right? The heavy metal and noisy stuff and the like. Well, it wasn't totally horrible after all. I can't say that I'm in love with their genre of music, but they played quite well.
They were complaining about how they screwed up and stuff, but I caught no ball. Bird was dang paiseh some more. Like 'Omg we screwed up fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Wahlau like that no face see people liao' kind of paiseh.
And there were only like 12 people in that room watching them perform, and he knows most of us. So I didn't really see a problem.
Look at me and The Final Countdown. I love doing crazy stuff. They are things to be shown off when you need to inflate your ego. I haven't found a need for it yet(shut up about why I'm blogging about it, shh), but it doesn't hurt to be prepared for foul weather eh?
I think that performing should be more of an injoyment than a worry of whether what was displayed by you was good or not. As long as you injoy yourself, that's more than enough. But that's only what I think, and I can't represent the majority of the population.
I guess performing requires gaining the recognition of the audience. It is an interdependent relationship after all.
But that doesn't mean that the performers have to end their performance when the audience boos them, or are indifferent, or are, simply, absent. Right? This doesn't relate to my friends at all, this is just random musings on my part.
Let's not. I felt my heart chill.
There are several festive songs for other festivals, and I'd blog about them as this coming new year passes. Provided I remember them. Getting effing sleepy. Time for sleep. 3.51AM.
No wait, make that 4.12AM. =.=
-- 12/22/2008 02:11:00 AM
