LET ME IN.
There are times when you just want to stop doing everything and soak in the moment, because you're feeding off the satisfaction of a job well done. It's the same as enjoying an interesting read till the very last letter--you just don't want to do anything else for that few glorious moments before reality hits home that you've finished the book and that you have nothing else to look forward to, nothing else in the foreseeable future that could eclipse that very moment.
Everyone has this defining moment at some point of life. I've just had one. A defining moment, by my definition, is one in which you know that your life would be incredibly different, your values bent or completely changed, and you'd be heading towards a different life altogether, simply because you've finished a good story.
I've finished watching "Let Me In".
Now I want to be a vampire.
ABBY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!
BITE ME, DON'T GO FOR THAT PUSSYBOY!
Bleeding all over, but still very attractive.
Apparently, the average vampire can't enter the house of others if they aren't invited. If they enter uninvited, they start bleeding all over, just like her.
Except less cute and appealing.
This explains the title of the movie.
But seriously, Abby, CHOOSE ME! I have the best sperms!
-- 1/24/2011 03:31:00 AM
Astrology--Ditch it, seriously.
Has the core of your life been shaken badly recently?
No, really, it must be something important. It made headlines over the Internet, it found its way to Facebook, it's something that affects most of us, and everyone has, as a result, changed something that they've identified with since they were born.
But really...I don't give a shit whether I'm Leo or not. I don't get this furore over the changing of Zodiac signs--the quality of my life, and the way I'm going to live, will not be changed simply because of the heavens or cosmos or whatnot (it would change when NS strikes though).
I've always thought of astrology as bullshit anyway. When I read the ones on newspapers, they give tips on how to save/earn money, how to climb up the corporate ladder, what to look out for, et cetera. I've tried earning money in Runescape that way, nothing happened. I raked in the same earnings with or without that "help" of divine interpretation into my life, and I've decided to boycott it entirely. It hasn't gotten me laid, and I don't see a point in things which can't get me laid.
My sister once made this comment about behavioural patterns observed in people who are supposedly under the same star or whatever. I am not into astrology or any remotely related subject, but her comment made a lot of sense, and I was quite surprised that she had the ability to formulate such a comment.
She said something along the lines of "I think people are not born into a sign, they read their way into it."
For the slow, she means that people are born without prior knowledge or influence of the cosmos, but when they have read up on the horoscope they are supposedly born into, they feel that it has to be true, and subconsciously adopts the supposed behavioural patterns of the horoscope.
Pretty much a variation of the chicken and egg question, but fits perfectly.
When you read the (supposedly accurate) description of the star you're born under, you'd start off with "hmm, should be true", before reading something vaguely similar to your disposition and going "Hmm, quite true", before reading something that goes slightly more in-depth and going "SPOT ON -JIZZZZZZZ- THAT IS ACCURATE DING DING DING WE HAVE A WINNERRR".
Another tactic these astrology sites would use is naming various famous people from the past who are born under the same sign as you and making you go "Wow, I am a Leo, just like Napoleon -JIZZZZZZ-"...
...without knowing that Napoleon is a short man with a slut for a wife. Seriously, famous people are all around, they are born under all sorts of stars and signs (including middle fingers), so what's the point?
All these lies are finally going to be torn down with the advent of the 13th sign. Oh, what's that, you stopped being a whatever-attribute-you-used-to-have simply because some random dude decided that you are no longer a whatever sign you were?
Please. =.=
Oh, talking about birthdays reminds me. Some people love to play the I-was-born-on-the-same-date-as-Celebrity-X. I don't know about you, but some people really love to play that card, and go like "So I'd be a millionaire in future."
Or a rock star.
Or a singer.
Or a football player.
Or an F1 racer.
Or a porn star.
I know a friend who has the same birthday as Eason Chan, and I'm willing to bet good money that she sings well, but F1 racers? Please.
Oh, if you're interested to know, I have the same birthday as this female singer. I guess this means I'm going to be the King of Hats next time, and you can see the similarity between us simply because we share the same birthday. I'm not proud to have the same birthday as her, nor am I ashamed, because it's only a birthday--it doesn't mean anything more or less. Thus my neutrality. I mean no offence to her of course (although I'm guessing you readers are not her fans anyway) but I present to you, the person whom I'd have to identify myself with if I were to subscribe to the same beliefs as the average idiot:
She has many hats--go search on Google. And I'm fashion blind, so I can't relate.
But seriously, people, grow a pair, make your own stand as to who you are. Don't identify yourselves with something or someone you don't even understand/know personally.
As for the answer to the chicken and egg question...
...I guess the egg came first.
You guys read too much into a sign, decided to relate to it, decided to identify with it, and now you're hooked and can't get out of this shit and you're facing denial because you've never been what you've tried to be, and you can never try anymore.
-- 1/18/2011 02:45:00 AM
Cryptic.
I once watched an episode of some show on TV. The female protagonist was musing about how an embrace is the most intimate yet distant act--because although physically close, as close as anatomically possible (in terms of surface area), you cannot see the face of the recipient of your embrace. This embrace effect can be observed in many other drama serials in which the male protagonist smiles tiredly at the dumb female who doesn't understand that her partner is tired and still hugs him anyway only to have the male protagonist dropping that smile like lead the moment they are locked in embrace.
Or a female protagonist who embraces a male with a seductive smile before flashing a knife and a murderous smile to stab him in the back, like how all females are.
For it is only normal.
Such events are held to offer some sort of conclusion, and the conclusion is too painful for any normal human being to bear. Don't even lie about it, it affects you (by you, I mean everyone), it shakes you at your very core, it makes you go what's the point what's the point what's the point.
But it's the people bearing the brunt of such events that are commendable. They are definitely strong. Strong enough to force a smile on their tired faces, welcome every guest, and to force back any tears that would inevitably form throughout the event itself.
It's even more heartrending when they fail to reign in their emotions.
Are we really getting troubled over things worth being troubled over?
-- 1/15/2011 03:36:00 AM
Days of Summer.
"Summer. I really do hope that you're happy."
I believe that some things should not be broken. Concentration in a movie is one of it. I couldn't concentrate on the movie in the afternoon, because of the noise, and I decided to start from scratch.
I don't regret it, despite the fact that I have to stay up till 4.05AM just to do this.
On another note, seeing as I'm recently into movies by Chloe Moretz, I might as well say this upfront so that there'd be no ambiguity in future.
I hate spoilers.
I don't know what goes through the spoiler-er's (such people will be otherwise known shitheads) mind as they provide spoilers intentionally. It's not like they are writing on a website and that I chanced across such spoilers unwittingly. It's like I'm simply on MSN, and people chat with me and the spoiler is literally in my face.
I believe that shitheads provide such spoilers for the fun of it--why else? They don't get paid, and they think it's humorous because their victims will react in an exasperated way and act really pissed, and they can laugh it off as cheap entertainment.
They don't realize that it stops being funny when they get sledgehammered in their balls.
Which is what I would do.
People value different things. Stories, plots, they don't change. They remain static no matter what people say. It's not like in the movie "Next" (starring Nicholas Cage, a sexy man), in which upon seeing the future, you have the power to change it. Plots are static, the audience can't do nuts about their favourite character getting jailed or raped or murdered or raped and murdered or murdered then raped or jailed and raped or raped, murdered, then jailed.
And if someone spoilers you against their better judgment, you'd be unable to experience the plot in its entirety.
I like to experience stuff on my own. In fact, I think that life is a lot about experiencing things. I don't like being a victim of shitheads, because each experience is unique, and having someone spoiler you in a malicious way (people who propagate spoilers are all malicious, do not suck their cocks) really sucks the soul out of the experience.
And that would ruin the essence of the movie, or show, or story.
The story, won't, by effect, become impossible to enjoy, but there would be a huge reduction tothe level of enjoyment.
The thing about shitheads is that they might think of it as a form of blackmail, like "If you listen to Alastair and choose not to suck my dick, I will spoiler you even more." They know that you care about the outcome of the story, that you want to experience the story yourself, and that you treasure the opportunity to experience the story even more than your dignity.
So they can use it on you.
What if you simply choose not to care, and have a fuck-it-all attitude? Like "Spoiler lor I won't watch that show out of spite." I wonder how they'd react.
It's pretty much like Déjà vu, except that it's in a story, a more controlled environment. Whenever I have a Déjà vu moment, I can't help but feel that my life is limited, that I'm merely a mirror of whoever already did this before, and I feel like spoiling my story, by being different from the main plot that has already happened, by ending my life in the most spiteful way.
But then I'd knock such suicidal thoughts off--what if the person I mirrored did the same?
From this writing onwards, whoever tries to pull a shithead on me will be deprived of the chance to contact me. I am going to say this straight--I value these experiences more than "friends" who cannot relate to the value I place on these experiences.
And I will make sure that my anger is felt--and that the shithead in question will not be laughing.
-- 1/10/2011 04:00:00 AM
Chloë Moretz
I seem to be deviating from my usual anti-angmoh stance. No, I'm not being racist, I'm just being visually inert to angmohs--I don't find them particularly attractive or interesting.
But after a movie marathon in the recently concluded class chalet, I can firmly say that I've fallen in love all over again.
I might as well talk about the movies we watched.
Kung Fu Hustle + Epic Movie
Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time
The Exorcist
The Dragonfly Man (a spoof of Spiderman)
Kick-Ass
The A-Team
OK, side-track over, back to the main topic of me falling in love all over again. The girl of my choice this time can be identified in my Facebook profile name...
...Chloe Moretz.
I know, she's only 13, BUT SO WHAT TRUE LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES. I don't care I'm a fan boy and I will carry on watching videos of her on YouTube even though it's a glaringly obvious sign that I am a paedophile. OK, I don't find her sexually attractive in the sense that she doesn't get my dick up, thus I can rightfully disprove any allegations that I am a paedophile.
But seriously, she is currently:
1) My Runescape in-game name. For members, meaning people who pay to play more Runescape-ish stuff, they have the option to change their name once every 28 days. I've never liked the idea, and I've never changed my display name before, but I did this, and it was without the influence of liquid courage (otherwise known as alcohol):
The atrocities don't end there. She is currently my desktop wallpaper too. This can be labelled as a dubious honour though, seeing as a lot of other random girls made it to becoming my desktop wallpaper, such as the girl wearing a house-dress, and the fake Zoey. But nevertheless, an honour:
And here is proof that she even made it into my Facebook name:
IS THERE NO END TO HER APPEAL? Someone save me please. I was sitting around (I seem to always be sitting around, as opposed to sitting at) in front of my computer when I found YouTube videos of her. Intrigued, and probably because I missed her voice, I clicked on one video of her being interviewed. It's a typical angmoh voice, it wasn't very appealing, but she was so animated it was cute, and her words were forceful and I fell into the river of love and suffocated/drowned all over again. I was contemplating liking her Facebook page, but I found out that another Facebook friend of mine already did so, and because I don't like him, I refrained =\ I'm not missing out on loads anyway, what I want to know, I can search on Wikipedia, or Google, or YouTube, or I can simply watch all her productions.
I stopped searching for her on YouTube after my third video though. I felt that it was just wrong. It was way too impossible, and I know better this time unlike my previous flirtations with random stars which burnt too bright too hot for me to handle but too prideful for me to drop. This is one star that I'd never get to talk to, there is an age difference (I absolutely refuse to date anyone more than 1 year younger than me; she's 5 years younger), there's the obvious geographical difference, and I'm a creep :C
Disheartened by the improbability of having a fruitful relationship with this new-found goddess of mine, I moved on to being a ninja, in the hopes of an adventure that would lead me to a new high. One thing led to another, and I found a rather interesting Facebook page:
I'd love to like this page, provided my cousins don't bother to click on the hyper-linked version of it on their whatever news/live feed. It'd be troublesome explaining (lying) to them that no, I don't watch porn, and that I liked the page simply because I like liking pages for no apparent reason and for comedic value.
OK, I shall like it.
-- 1/08/2011 03:20:00 AM
Crimewatch states that I am a ninja.
So I was sitting around in front of my computer on my not-so-nice-to-sit-on throne when my father turned on Crime Watch. My computer faces the television, so I have to turn around to watch what's going on.Crime Watch then went on to explain how "pornography" is "undesirable".
That's blasphemous. The God of Porn should smite the producers of this show for such desecration of the art of pornography, and teach them a lesson on English, because...
...how exactly can porn be "undesirable"?
It doesn't make sense on so many levels. Why would people want to do something "undesirable" then? I mean, if I don't like something, I don't have any "desire" for that thing, and thus I will shun it. Why are porn sites getting so many hits a day then? Apparently, such sites aren't altogether "undesirable" in every sense of that word.
The show then went on to explain to the audience (us) that pornography turned a promising young man into a molester, because he was "swayed". What a retard.
Think about pornography as a religion. Just because there are terrorists, it doesn't make the religion all that bad. What are the producers trying to insinuate?
Porn is something good, as long as you don't get too obsessed. Contrary to popular belief, it's not detrimental to social morals because humans need some form of release. It's like watching horror movies--you watch just to kill the curiosity, and hopefully not unleash this curiosity of yours into real-life situation such as you running around scaring the shit out of people and killing them.
Saying that porn should be banned is like saying that horror movies should not be watched. It's a fallacy. Porn is like food, it's a form of sustenance, it nourishes the mind and soul and body.
The huge lie otherwise known as Crime Watch then went on to spread its propaganda against pornography by saying that the "swayed" boy went around molesting girls, and how he finally got caught because his last victim saw his face and noted the fact that he boarded the same bus as her from the interchange where his face got shot by the CCTV.
What a load of garbage. If I were a molester, I won't pick my victims from an interchange. I'd pick my victims from somewhere more secluded. I won't take the same bus as my hypothetical victims, because OUR EZ-LINK CARDS WILL GIVE US AWAY. I don't quite know what Crime Watch was teaching us back then, but I sure as hell knew the Basics to Molesting long before this episode came out. And I don't really know what Crime Watch was advocating--was it trying to educate potential molesters how not to get caught?
Who the hell takes the same bus and alights at the same stop just to molest a girl anyway? It doesn't make economical sense. Taking a bus costs around $2 (not sure, but approximately lah, fuck you) if you're not a student from junior college and below. After the deed, you have to get onto another bus, which makes it even more expensive (unless you're talking about distance fares, then you're being a bitch). From this, we can conclude that this guy doesn't take economics. OK, I don't either, but I know Frugality.
Another thing about this guy is that he is fucking stupid. When he molests his girls in the elevator, HE COVERS THEIR MOUTHS. What the hell. C'mon, grow some brains. The lift is rather sound-proof. Muffling their screams and is UNNECESSARY. What if she bites and he loses his fingers in the process? It wouldn't take Crime Scene Investigation: Singapore too long to put together the fact that you're a serial molester.
Why didn't he try to cover her eyes instead? Stupid stupid stupid. Not only does he deviate from the normal porn-watching group, he deviates from common sense and logic too. Please, he is not representative of the porn community, ignore him and references to this loser.
There were several interesting things about this episode though. Firstly, I was very interested to see who he chose to molest (in the show lah duh). I was interested to see if Crime Watch bothered finding pretty teenagers to get molested on the show or not, but I didn't want to make a conspicuous swivel with my throne to look behind, so that I don't have to attempt being an owl (owls can turn their heads 180 degrees, much like in The Exorcist). I mean, much though I'm interested, I can't let my father hear the creaking of my throne as I turned around to observe the molestations of their bodies. It'd be embarrassing if either of us spoke out about the awkwardness of watching near-porn on national television, and it'd be awkward if I made noise that he cannot ignore but chooses to ignore just to avoid the aforementioned awkwardness, thus making the situation even more awkward. In such a situation, I'd rather be an invisible entity, a presence not felt, just to let the moment slip by.
I did manage to turn around though, they even censored the images. I guess it got too graphic and that there might have been lingerie shots (the molester in the show must have been really passionate).
I didn't get to see a lot though, because the girls depicted were not that attractive, and I got very pissed whenever the guy did it all wrong. The episode ended with the female police staff sergeant going through a few dubious points about how to stamp out pornography from one's house:
1) Computer should be placed at somewhere everyone can see. The user must secretly be a ninja if he/she can watch porn without getting caught.
2) Parents should monitor what their children are doing online.
3) Parents should limit the number of hours a child can spend online.
I was blushing. Blushing from holding back all the laughter that would have erupted have I had lesser self-control over my buccal cavity, throat, lungs, and every other organ involved in the act of laughing. I have too much freedom, I spend so many hours online, I have no life, my computer is in the living room, and my father didn't make noise about it nor make any reference about my computer-hours in the face of the show. I'm guessing he was sleeping, but I can never be sure. I'm just glad no awkward moments occurred, because he didn't try to summon me back from my plane of existence of being an "invisible entity", or an unfelt presence if you prefer that expression.
But the list was plain boring. YAWN. My computer is in the living room. It's a fucking desktop, I don't have a laptop, I can't watch porn in the comfort of my room. But I still do it in the living room. I haven't been caught.
5 years.
I'm a ninja. As attested by Crime Watch.
-- 1/07/2011 01:41:00 AM
A Novel Way of Pissing All Over the Place
I've finally decided to do this. I've decided to challenge a fundamental law of the universe, and I urge you guys to attempt my great feat too. Girls, go away, look elsewhere, for what I'm going to expose is way too much for females to handle.
Presenting to you: A Novel Way of Pissing All Over the Place.
Note the difference in facial expressions.
This idea came to mind when I was standing around doing my usual stuff in the toilet after a successful attempt at being a ninja. The after-effects of being a ninja lingered, and I had to get rid of any possible residues still stuck in my sword, so I had to clean my sword after the bloody incident. Naturally speaking, the after-effects stopped me from being able to clean my sword properly, and as a result, I had to tilt my aiming so that I can clean my sword out.
That ensued. That, which I've painstakingly painted in Paint.
Isn't it plain boring to aim low whenever you piss? It's so mechanical, there is no life to it, and peeing has become a mindless thing--something even zombies can do (if they can get their pants off in the first place). I really hate how monotonous this art of peeing has become.
In Chinese Kungfu, there is always talk about different "styles" of martial arts, developed by different people from different regions. And they all converge on a random fine day to spar with each other to see which "style" is the best.
I believe that peeing is as diverse an act as martial arts. There are many ways to peeing. Some people force all their chi into their nether regions to expel their jet as vehemently as possible. Some prefer taking their time to release their metabolic waste products as slowly as possible, because they wish to damage their bladder. Some prefer not to think about what they're doing at all, and just switch off whenever they are in front of a urinal.
Every self-respecting guy would've tried any of the 3 aforementioned styles.
But has every real man tried out my newly-invented style yet?
If you've tried playing "Worms"* before, you'd know what I'm talking about. There are 4 variables to being successful in your conquest of the urinal/toilet bowl, namely 1) Strength, 2) Angle, 3) Wind, 4) Dick conditions.
We won't go into details of the 3rd variable, because toilets are normally in a controlled condition due to privacy reasons, so there's no wind to speak of (normally).
Angle and strength of your peeing apparatus is however cause for concern, especially if you've got your foreskin intact. That, or a lot of pubes. The pee simply sprays all over the place when there's too many of 4), and you'd end up having to clean up after yourself.
Which was what happened when I first tried it out. C'mon, it was my first try at such aesthetic peeing. It was a truly novel experience that I'd cherish and try to recreate whenever I can. And as a wise man once said--Good things must share one.
So, to all the guys, please try out this new Worm-style of shooting from your worm.
Or anaconda, whatever you wish to name your wiener.
*For those who don't know what "Worms" is, you can check it out on Wikipedia. That, or I can simply tell you that it is similar to "Angry Birds", the retarded game widely circulated and much spammed on Apple products. Whoever invented the application ought to look out for infringements of copyrights or something.
-- 1/06/2011 02:07:00 AM
Say NO! to shitty songs.
I don't know about you, and I don't know how you chose to conclude the year of 2010, but I'd prefer to end it off with a bang.
Before I start though, I'd like to refer you guys to a Youtube video. Please do not be shallow skanks and fail to look past the comedic value of this video, because it'd reveal to you how cheap composers are these days, and how much has music been demeaned to become such a cookie-cutter product:
And thus, I feel that I should start on this crusade against shitty songs. Presenting to you the 4 worst songs of 2010, and another 2 from 2009 (because otherwise the post would seem too short):
From 2010
Just the way you are--Bruno Mars
No, really, I hate this song. I'd like to fork the balls of whoever wrote the lyrics for this song. Yes, that's him. I'd like to slowly remove the sole difference between him and females.
I sourced around, and found that there's nothing redeeming about this song. Look at this part:
"And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are"
I'm really sorry, but I refuse to believe that everyone would stare at a girl just because she's smiling--unless she's fucking ugly. The current population of the world is approximately 6,892,000,000. Let's assume that there are as many males as females in the world, and that we are to remove homosexuality from this equation. This means that if the lyrics were true, 3,446,000,000 people would "stop and stare for awhile" at a random girl that smiled, simply because she is "amazing". Then, let us assume that everyone stares for 1 second. That amounts to 3,446,000,000 seconds wasted, which is 57433333minutes wasted, which is 957222hours wasted, which is 39884.26 days wasted, which is 109.27 years wasted. That's a lot of opportunity cost.
I really don't understand why any guy would want to create such a song to please females. Doesn't it remind you of some sort of mental emasculation? It certainly does to me--I can no longer look at him as a man.
If you like this song, you're a female. This song is written for the average female audience, because the average female loves being flattered to outrageous limits, and the most unbelievable thing is that they fucking believe it. Flattery works well in getting laid, guys, this you can note from the song based on the number of women Bruno Mars (what the fuck kind of name is this anyway, sounds like some chocolate brand) made moist with this stupid song. I really have nothing good to say about this song.
There IS one redeeming factor though. A spoof was made of this song, and it captured the essence of the song (or lack thereof, considering that it's so superficial) in its entirety.
News flash--if a song can be parodied to such an extent, it's no longer a song.
I'm not a profound person, I'm a boor who drinks cheap beer, but even I know that this song sucks. Please, stop being so blind. Pry that head of yours from your ass and see the song for what it is--a scam to get you into bed with him.
Oh and another redeeming factor about this song is that it reminded me of another song going by the same name: Just the way you are--Billy Joel. Besides the obvious rip-off from the song name of this classic, and certain elements from this admittedly nice oldie, he has successfully managed to capture the essence of women in general--that they are nothing but fuck toys, because there's only the need to flatter them about their looks and nothing about character.
Just joking, what kind of character can females have? If they like this song, they're admitting that besides looks, they have no other appeal.
And thus, no character to speak of.
Baby--Justin Bieber
I like the colour I chose for this song. It's quite fitting I'd say--fitting for such a pussy. I don't really want to go into the song, but I've done my fair bit of research and found that the lyrics suck. I mean, I do know that the chorus sucked, and that the chorus is normally the most attractive, most heart-rending, most excitable part in any song, but I thought that looking at the full song might help me understand why this song is such a hit.
Alas, I couldn't.
Lyrics:
"I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring
And I'm in pieces, Baby fix me"
Precisely why he can't get more than a one-night stand, if he can stand at all in the first place. From this, it's apparent that females are materialistic--something good if you're interested in whores. Apparently, whoever the target audience of this song is isn't a whore, so I'm guessing that the male protagonist should rethink his life, values, and morals, and definitely re-strategize his dating tactics.
Enough said.
Like a G6--Far East Movement
Um...Seriously? I was actually fairly interested in what a "G6" was, and after some Googling, I found that it's actually a type of plane. So when they go "Feel so fly like a G6", they mean that they feel like an airplane.
Question: What exactly does an airplane feel?
I'm telling you, airplanes prefer being grounded. Airplanes actually suffer from acrophobia. They fear flying, because they don't ever know whether they can make it back into their hangars without bursting into flames or not. Whenever they land, they get a minor orgasm just by feeling the solid ground on their wheels. They seriously hate flying, and they'd love to eat up whoever it piloting in their cock..pits, but they can't because if they really did so, they can't land.
Which sort of object would like to spend its time 9-12KM off the ground, flying alone without birds and other objects near it to mate with?
I know how planes feel because I talked to them. Has Far East Movement done so?
No, because that'd be crazy, so they should shut the fuck up about how planes feel.
I don't even want to go into details of they lyrics of this song, because I don't want to burst my blood vessels with rage at the level of shittiness of songs these days.
I've watched a parody of this song, and I must admit that the parody contains better singing and lyrics than the original. The entertaining value is definitely there, and the lyrics make much more sense.
Firework--Katy Perry
Besides the fact that the singing difficulty of this song is damn high, and that the lyricist means well, it doesn't make sense.
I watched the music video yesterday. It was freaky. I would freak out if anyone turned into fireworks, started fizzing and burning brightly. I would die of shock if such a thing were to happen to anyone around me, or to myself. I would seriously die of shock before I could ever recall that if anyone were to ignite and burst into fireworks, I should grab a fire-extinguisher and try to save what's left of the ignited, firework-ed, person.
The lyricist must have a really warped mind to be able to come up with such lyrics. I think she's a pyromaniac herself, seeing as the music video was so...fiery.
To be honest..I think I only have problems with the music video. They don't have to take the "firework" motif so literally. If the music video didn't do that, it'd have been a much more acceptable song, because we don't have to take the literal meaning of fireworks into context. But now that they went and did it, they should probably include the after-effects of being a firework:
Magnesium oxide.
Let's move onto the songs from 2009.
TikTok--Ke$ha
Uhh...so the $ sign presumably refers to money. OK, got it. How do I pronounce it? It doesn't even make phonetic sense. If you were to read it out, it'd be something like "Ke-dollar sign-ha", and that it retarded. I guess it makes her name more unique, but I'm guessing she'd have a lot of troubles getting that in her actual identification card.
The song isn't so bad...
...if you ignore the fact that it's about a 20+ year old girl advocating alcoholism, getting wasted, and telling other girls to be a trashy whore because that's what hot is. I am an alcoholic myself, but I don't recommend drinking. I leave my drinking to myself, much like my masturbation. There are things you keep to yourself, and alcoholism is one of it. Urgh.
Down--Jay Sean
Enough said. Just refer above to TikTok.
They make radio un-listenable. I was just sitting around at KFC once, not doing much, waiting for a friend to buy me a Chicky Meal, when "Like a G6" struck.
I tore out tufts of hair in my exasperation from having a shitty song blared into my head, and at how civilization is failing me, and I seriously considered turning into a hermit.
Please, stop shitty songs from spreading. Say NO! to shitty songs.
-- 1/05/2011 12:49:00 AM