13 songs that should be banned.
So, true to my word, I hit the cinema alone. The bad thing was that there's this other guy beside me checking my package out. It's disturbing, really. Remind me to buy the seat next to me, too. I don't want to be in such a socially awkward situation again.Before the show started however, I was rudely reminded of the my previous post on the worst songs of the year. I've decided to do the same again this year, because this is really jarring on my ears, and it's almost impossible to block the Noise out..because it's too shrill.
I know that "worst" is a superlative, and I know that my following announcement would thus have a grammar mistake, but please don't be so particular--these songs are so bad, it's rock bottom bad, and thus have the same standard throughout.
Presenting to you the 13 worst songs of the year:
1) Party Rock Anthem, performed by The Chipmunks & The Chipettes.
I've always had a problem with "shuffling". Shuffling goes against every single moral I have, which isn't that difficult considering how much morals I have, but the problem with shuffling is that IT WILL FUCKING SPOIL YOUR SHOES. Ever heard of wear and tear? Would you like to be the shoe that gets worn out because your owner is a complete dick? Shuffling is stupid and overrated. Get a life, start walking like normal humans for a change. If you really want to tone your muscles so much, go to the gym. Fight Brock.
What the fuck is wrong with people these days? You guys dig this shit?
And let's just say that I find the lyrics of "Party Rock Anthem" particularly interesting/meaningful, because I'm an alcoholic clubber who isn't really into abstract stuff like "meaningful lyrics". Let's just assume that I'm like that. OK. So..what makes you think that "Chipmunking" this song that I love so much would make me love the song even more? Are the chipmunks going to teach me more about shuffling, because there are so few differences in our anatomy now that they walk on 2 legs?
Changing the tone, making the song more shrill, is not helpful to my ears. It probably doesn't make anyone happy. If it makes you happy, just..go. Just go. Really. I don't need you here, and I don't need you as a friend. I cringe to know that such people exist.
2) Bad Romance, performed by The Chipmunks & The Chipettes.
Overall, I give a 0/10 for Originality, 0/10 for Creativity, 10/10 for Irritating. I never had a beef with Lady Gaga, because I'm too Chinese to bother with English songs. Now, I'll have problems with her. Isn't there something she could've done to stop her record company/label/whatever from allowing "chipmunks" to defile her song?
Or maybe she doesn't care. Which makes me have problems with her.
3) Trouble, performed by The Chipmunks & The Chipettes.
This is getting tiring to read. It's tiring to type too. I'm not used to typing "and" as "&", so I have to keep looking at the keyboard. And I keep spelling "Chipettes" as "Chippettes", which sucks.
4) Whip My Hair, performed by The Chipettes.
At least I didn't have to type "&", although I just did. Anyway, this song by itself sucks. That is not to say that number 3 does not, because I've never heard the song before and I'm not going to start now. This song is sung by a...10 year old kid. It gained traction because of her dad. It sucks. Really. I'm going to quote WIki, which quoted somewhere else, that
1.
Lyrically the song is about letting loose, having fun and being full of swagger, while she asks ladies to "whip their hair" and "shake haters off".
2.
"The lyrics have motivational undertones, speaking of self-love and assurance, and referring to letting your hair down as a representation of this in parts like the line, 'Keep fighting until I get there, when I'm down and I feel like giving up/I whip my hair back and forth, I whip it, I whip it real good.'"
This makes me wonder about the girls who have short hair. You mean you can't have fun, be full of swagger, because you don't have the hair to whip? The "motivational undertones, speaking of self-love and assurance, and referring to letting your hair down as a representation of this" reeks of a condescending attitude towards people like, say, cancer patients.
| C'mon, whip your hair back and forth! |
| ... |
Simply put, the song sucks, the imagery falls flat on itself, it's a song sung by someone born in the year 2000, for people born in the same year. I can hardly imagine what went through the lyricist's mind. I cannot imagine why the "chipmunks" would want this song either. It's disturbing.
5) Vacation, performed by The Chipmunks & The Chipettes.
Yea, I'll need one now.
6) We Have Arrived (Rae Chill featuring Chris Classic).
No I don't know what is this. Yes I'm quoting directly from Wiki. Fuck this shit. What arrived? Who cares about a bunch of chipmunks running around. Can't they be on the menu instead? If they can't, then what's the point of their existence?
7) Say Hey, performed by The Chipmunks & The Chipettes featuring Nomadik.
Hey.
Shut the fuck up.
8) Real Wild Child (Wild One), performed by The Chipmunks and The Chipettes featuring Nomadik.
Wild is right. If I'm a father and my child were to ask for this, I'll abandon him in the jungles and see if he becomes Tarzan. That or dog food. Wild Child my ass.
9) S.O.S., performed by The Chipettes.
Help me. I'm drowning in stupidity. And help us all, deliver us from this pain. I bought movie tickets to ENJOY A FUCKING MOVIE, NOT TO GET MY EARS DESTROYED, NOT TO MAKE MY DICK SHRINK AND SHRIVEL.
FUCK THIS SHIT.
I need to sue cinemas for using their songs. Maybe that'd make them realize that consumers aren't just sacks of meat for them to sink their corporate dicks into.
10) We No Speak Americano/Conga, The Chipettes featuring Barnetta DeFonseca.
You racist? I no speakea Engrish.
What the fuck is Americano anyway? It's not even a language. Move on.
11) Survivor, performed by The Chipettes.
Please let me survive this. Let the S.O.S. go through. I'll try my best not to step into a cinema until the coast is clear, if not I might end up demolishing the stereo.
12) Born This Way/Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now/Firework, performed by The Chipmunks and the Chipettes.
Born to be irritating, can't stop you from raping our ears and making us explode into fireworks. Yea, I got that alright.
Number 13 is a bonus track. Bonus...indeed.
13) Club Can't Handle Me, performed by The Chipmunks and The Chipettes.
I can't handle you either, and I think I'm quite a tolerant man. I die a little bit every time I hear their irritating squeaky "voices". Please. It's a different form of techno, except more irritating. I'd rather scratch my nails on a blackboard. It'll probably be less painful.
| On the ears I mean. |
How do the producers sleep at night? Don't they have a conscience? =\
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| I'd rather be marooned than get in a shipwreck with them. |
-- 12/29/2011 10:02:00 PM
State of the Union.
I know I'm a loner. No, really. I think it's a good idea to watch movies alone, because being alone, you don't have to feel compelled to laugh whenever the comic scenes appear. You don't have to act like you're not scared when the ghost jumps out. You don't have to hide the fact that you're moved.
Basically, you won't have to rearrange your facial features for anyone else. Isn't that what watching movies is about? I mean, it's supposed to be dark for a reason right? Just so that you can have a little more privacy, just so that no one would catch you sleeping when you're mindfucked and too tired to think and thus sleeping during Inception.
I like that idea. I like the idea of not being scrutinized. I want to watch movies alone.
Like how I'll go support local productions tomorrow at 10.30AM.
I saw a friend on the MRT home. He was with his girlfriend, and I thought "Wah. Everyone around me getting attached worx."
Then I realized that I'm the one not moving to get out of this self-imposed solitude. OK, not that much of self-imposed, but then again, I could be more charming, I could be more careful with my words. It's just not my style.
If I were attached, I think I'd have troubles faking a smile all the time. I'd be so thoroughly scripted I won't feel like it's myself. I..would hate that.
And I'm recently fixated on this author: Douglas Kennedy. Eh he writes beautifully OK. I'm smitten by the way he describes life in "State of the Union".
"Maybe it's a reaction against mortality -- the cold, chilling, middle-of-the-night realization that everything is finite, that all the striving and ache and want and pleasures and disappointments of life vanish with us when we die. Can anyone really imagine their own death? No you on this planet -- and the very absence of you noted by so few people. Which means the point to all the striving and suffering while we are here is...?
"But there's the ongoing imponderable question, isn't it? What's the damn point? How I envy so many people who have religious faith. I've never been able to make that leap -- to accept the existence of a God and paradise eternal for thos who accept Him. But even though I think it's all nothing but a fairy tale that adults tell themselves to soften the nullity of death, it must be wonderful to proclaim: Yes, there is a point after all! Yes, I'm going to spend the rest of eternity with everyone I love..."
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-- 12/29/2011 02:15:00 AM
Impartiality.
Pitfall traps are normally set up by people. I'm the kind of person who sets up situations only to have it collapse unto me. Which..kinda sucks. I don't really like to have my cards played against me but I don't really have a choice. I mean..I chose to play them in the first place after all.Which is why I don't understand my tendency to set up traps for me to fall into. I guess I'm just asking for trouble. It disturbs me how impartial my cards are--I sometimes forget that they're simply cards and nothing else, in the sense that there's no emotional attachment. Just because you got that Ace 3 games in a row doesn't mean you'd have a higher chance of getting it for the 4th game--you still have the same probability getting it as the other players. Cards get shuffled around all the time, played by different hands. I'm just another hand that had the chance to play said cards.
I tend to dramatize the relationship I have with cards. You know they always say that you shouldn't curse your luck or your mahjong tiles, because it'd only make things worse. Of course it only reflects better on your peace and calm, and that in turn MIGHT help you get better tiles, or at least feel like you didn't get the worst of the lot. We subconsciously form a relationship with the cards/tiles, we hope they'd reciprocate and be dealt to us, but it doesn't happen because it's all up to luck.
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| It doesn't love you; it's just its luck. |
That said, we all have this false delusion that if you spend enough time with an object, that object will become attached to you. Nope, it just means you become more attached to the object. It's not going to be your "lucky underwear" simply because you wear it to every major battle you have. We just like to attribute stuff to stuff.
Damn I hate Monopoly Deal. My cards are always stolen from me, right under my nose, and I'm powerless to say anything. I can't just say no if I feel the card doesn't want to stick around, right? I do listen to the cards. I know what they want, I know where they want to end up at, and I don't want to get in the way. In short, cards play me.
In other news, I've officially declared myself an alcoholic. I was at a Christmas party just now, courtesy of my BMT buddy, when there was suddenly free flow of vodka and white wine and beer. I couldn't help myself.
I was a happy man. Except that the more I drank the more sober I got and the aforementioned thoughts appeared and I felt sucky. It's not that much of a blessing being unable to get high, being reasonably sober, when you don't want to be sober. However, I'm glad that no matter how depressed I am, there are still friends that I can rely on, that I can call on whenever I feel the need to. Time might make us drift apart, but even so..I'm glad that a simple phone call can make us closer. I'm just glad that we can bridge whatever time puts between us so easily. I'm glad.
I know I wasn't born with much luck in things that I'd wanted to be lucky in, like perhaps gambling, and I know that I've been complaining for some time about my lack of luck in certain areas, but..
..I can't carry on like that, because that'd be unfair to the friends I'm lucky enough to have. I know you all might not read this, but thanks Fi for...talking me out of my drunken stupor, for giving me your listening ear as I ranted, and thanks Candle for helping me put my life in order. OK it's not that orderly yet, no real goals in sight, but hey..it's a start. Thanks for helping me start.
If I have such great friends, I can hardly suck that badly. (;
-- 12/26/2011 03:46:00 AM
Anger: The biggest turn off.
You roll a 4 on the dice. You decide that there's a higher chance of getting a lower score if you choose to throw the dice again (1/2, compared to 1/3). So you give up the 1/3 chance of getting either a 5 or a 6, because the probability of getting a 1 through 4 is higher.I'm the kind of guy who rolls a 2, and then doesn't trust his luck because he normally rolls a 1 the next time. But the most successful people throws the die again even if he'd gotten a 5. I should grow some balls. I should keep throwing.
I realized that anger is a very good way to turn me off. It is the best way to say "no" to me. I don't like making people angry. Anger, to me, is like a trump card you play only when you've exhausted every available diplomatic option. Anger, to me, is a declaration of war, an expression that you're willing to go all out to defend a certain point you're trying to make. Whenever I sense anger in someone, I know I've hit on a sore point. I know the limits, the boundaries, and I try my best to avoid these.
Whenever someone flashes his anger at me, I know that that person can never be a good friend. I know I'm an unreasonable dick, but I always know when to reasonably stop. I try my best to ignore boundaries, but I never push them too hard because I know not to. So when someone flies into a rage, I know that that someone isn't someone I can play with, nor is he someone worth playing with. Because rage is not something I want to play.
Anger is not something I express often because of said views. It's a last resort thing. It's something you do out of exasperation. It's something you do after every reasonable effort or option is exhausted. I never get to that stage. I'll never get to that stage.
I'll never flash my anger, because everything won't be the same again if it were to be expressed.
Other than that, to everyone: Thanks for being my friend. Merry Christmas. I have a lot to be contented about so I cannot complain, for exactly the same reasons as the above.
And to whom it may concern:
-- 12/25/2011 01:55:00 AM
Digestion from alcohol.
Alcohol is scary. It addles your mind, collapses your facade, breaks you down. Everything you stood for crumbles. You admit everything that bugs you, every misgiving, grudge, whatever. You become weak.Politicians should be forced to get drunk before getting on the podium. No, really, it addles the mind such that all those cold hard calculations are foiled, you don't know what else to say but the truth so it is the truth that you spout, and everyone will be astonished by your frankness about your failures.
And admitting your mistakes is the first step to rectifying it.
I need to live life in an inebriated state. But I don't ever want to be in such a situation as aforementioned, ever again. I'll drink but I'll know to keep my mouth shut. I will.
In other news, it's officially Christmas Eve. I'm not a Christian though. But it's Christmas Eve. So..I'll celebrate it with alcohol and more alcohol and more fucking alcohol just because I can, just because I want to, just because letting loose can be quite distressing, just because.
And as usual, I'll pump the song of the season all day long, psycho-ing myself into thinking that I'm a tragic hero just like everyone else, that this misery won't end anytime soon, that I'll get stronger (fuck Eason, he's too awesome). Maybe if I'm disillusioned about myself enough I'd become a stronger person.
Maybe.
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| Hohoho. I'm a voyeur. |
Fuck Christmas._|_
Random question: Are ants attracted to semen? My table's getting a lot of ants.
-- 12/24/2011 02:38:00 AM
18%
Sometimes the friends I have says things I can never imagine them saying. It amuses me to no end when language like this pops up.
koh wai kit says
woi
woi
wtffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
cocktease
like the girl i saw on the way home
fucking cocktease
awesome sexy little kitten
Seriously, "awesome sexy little kitten"? I can never put it across in a more exciting way than that.
Talking about "on the way home" brings to mind "transport", which in turn leads to the current furore over SMRT's services. I get the public ire, I really do. But this is simply the result of complacency, and this fiasco isn't that impossible in the first place. SMRT is a private company, with the suffix "Ltd". It just means that shareholders are not liable to losses of the corporation, which means that if the corporation suffers too many losses, shareholders only lose the amount they invest.
Which just means they don't really have to be responsible for the people who take their transport.
Let's face it, we have no proper competition for SMRT. There's only one corporation (SMRT) plying the NS/EW/Circle lines, with SBS Transit plying the NE line. We only have 2 corporations doing our MRT. We have no say if they were to pakat and raise the prices.
People will be outraged. They will remain outraged for a few days, and then their anger will simmer and die off. This matter will be largely forgotten until the next time SMRT tries to raise its prices. And the prices will be raised anyway, and people cannot boycott SMRT because the alternatives are not as feasible or convenient in the long run. Purchasing a car isn't the cheapest thing to do. Buses take a long time, and there's less chiobus on the bus. Taxis are expensive unless you're travelling with 3 friends, and even then it's more expensive than the MRT, and not necessarily more convenient.
SMRT knows this. They can exploit the fuck out of us. They can force their corporate dick of greed into our poor anuses and rape us without lube, and all we can do is grunt, grumble, and moan like the little sluts we are in the merciless hands of insatiable greed. We're powerless, and they know it. The only thing they're doing is trying to deceive us into thinking that we're not as powerless as we are, and that's why they don't raise the prices in a way that screams unreasonable. They raise it in a way that says unreasonable.
This is a classic case of monopoly, when you land and pay through your nose for every land you step on, because your friend is a dick who owns like 5 hotels along Nassim Road, and you can't do nuts about him being a dick because he's not playing against the rules. He's not going to have to pay for the maintenance of the hotels, shit, no, unless he gets the Chance card, and let's face it--that'd be rare, and he'd still earn more from renting the fuck out of you. He can't lose. Monopoly teaches life skills, and Singapore allows such things to happen.
So...
We have a problem.
We are the problem.
Talking about "on the way home" brings to mind "transport", which in turn leads to the current furore over SMRT's services. I get the public ire, I really do. But this is simply the result of complacency, and this fiasco isn't that impossible in the first place. SMRT is a private company, with the suffix "Ltd". It just means that shareholders are not liable to losses of the corporation, which means that if the corporation suffers too many losses, shareholders only lose the amount they invest.
Which just means they don't really have to be responsible for the people who take their transport.
Let's face it, we have no proper competition for SMRT. There's only one corporation (SMRT) plying the NS/EW/Circle lines, with SBS Transit plying the NE line. We only have 2 corporations doing our MRT. We have no say if they were to pakat and raise the prices.
People will be outraged. They will remain outraged for a few days, and then their anger will simmer and die off. This matter will be largely forgotten until the next time SMRT tries to raise its prices. And the prices will be raised anyway, and people cannot boycott SMRT because the alternatives are not as feasible or convenient in the long run. Purchasing a car isn't the cheapest thing to do. Buses take a long time, and there's less chiobus on the bus. Taxis are expensive unless you're travelling with 3 friends, and even then it's more expensive than the MRT, and not necessarily more convenient.
SMRT knows this. They can exploit the fuck out of us. They can force their corporate dick of greed into our poor anuses and rape us without lube, and all we can do is grunt, grumble, and moan like the little sluts we are in the merciless hands of insatiable greed. We're powerless, and they know it. The only thing they're doing is trying to deceive us into thinking that we're not as powerless as we are, and that's why they don't raise the prices in a way that screams unreasonable. They raise it in a way that says unreasonable.
This is a classic case of monopoly, when you land and pay through your nose for every land you step on, because your friend is a dick who owns like 5 hotels along Nassim Road, and you can't do nuts about him being a dick because he's not playing against the rules. He's not going to have to pay for the maintenance of the hotels, shit, no, unless he gets the Chance card, and let's face it--that'd be rare, and he'd still earn more from renting the fuck out of you. He can't lose. Monopoly teaches life skills, and Singapore allows such things to happen.
So...
We have a problem.
We are the problem.
In other news, I've finally gotten my 3SG rank. But I don't really feel all that excited about it, because I don't think I've earnt it. There's nothing to be proud of for something that I haven't succeeded in, because putting in effort isn't enough; actually succeeding in something is what truly matters.
But for the higher "allowance", I guess I'll take it. Money talks.
Did you know that 22% of all married males cheat on their wives. You might think that only males would cheat on their females, because Nature built them to propagate as much as possible, but you'd be surprised/disappointed when you find out that a whopping 18% of females cheat on their husbands. I read that on The Straits Times. So much for fidelity, marriage vows, and whatnot. The statistics are worrying though. 18% roughly translates to 1/5 women cheating on their husbands, which also obviously means that 1/5 husbands are having cheating wives. This is indeed worrying, because I normally have at least 4 other males surrounding me, because I'm that popular. And judging by circumstances, and past experiences, my luck isn't the best.
This means...=\
I'm not going to get married. This is either a clairvoyant moment or me being very very insecure. The possibility of wearing a green hat is too great for me to contemplate.
Which also makes me wonder how many people are actually faithful even when they're only dating.
I can blabber on and on and make no sense still.
-- 12/13/2011 08:29:00 PM
Prideless.
I've never thought much of it before, but when I first held it in my hands, I thought "Hey, it might not be that bad after all." And I had some sense of pride.I realize now that it's not pointless, but that I didn't earn it. I'm not adding value to it. Can I reject it?
There's nothing left in it for me to be proud of.
In other news:
You know when everything seems against you, everything else comes at you with a vengeance. You've gone and done it again, screwed up, signed a possible future away knowing full well the consequences, and you leave for home with a heavy heart hoping to seek some solace with your hands in the privacy of your room...
...but the modem fucks up, giving rise to the new definition of 狼狈 (the definition for me is miserable): There's no wireless connection to the Internet, and you have to use the Ethernet cable, so you step out from the comfort of your own room into the living room and plug the Ethernet cable into the LAN port of your laptop and stream the porn you need to watch, before plugging out and retreating.
Yep. Miserable enough.
-- 12/13/2011 07:53:00 PM
Into every mud puddle.
On Friday, I was in the classroom with a few other failures to relearn how to drive. The teacher there was asking weird questions and stuff, like "What do you want to be next time?"
I've never really understood why people ask that question. Does it matter? Do we really get to be what we want to be when we grow up? Besides, who is he, and why is he asking us such personal questions? Since he's asking an impossible question, I gave him an impossible answer.
Me: I want to be the Prime Minister.
Him: What do you think are the criteria to be the Prime Minister, and do you have them?
Me: I have the charisma.
Him: ...
Him: What's your horoscope?
Me: Does it matter? I'm a..Leo.
Him: I don't believe you. Show me your 11B.
Me: ...
I don't get this horoscope nonsense. I always thought it's some bullshit that weird people subscribe to. I've never known anyone who makes decisions based on stars, besides one French football coach who screwed up the French football team because he doesn't accept players of a certain horoscope.
I've never seen a male so obsessive about horoscopes. It gives me the creeps. How does he sleep at night?
I love being able to think coherently, though most of the time I don't talk coherently. I like to be able to have control over my thoughts, to be able to recall things with clarity, to have a lucid mind. If my mind is in a daze, I can get very frustrated. I don't like being blur.
I love having control over my body. I will myself to move, and I move. I will myself to eat, and I eat. I will myself to excrete, and I excrete. I touch my dick, it rises. That's the extent of control I want over my very own body, and I think it's important for me to be able to keep it this way--that's why I take good care of my body. I cannot imagine life without being able to perform these basic functions.
But we normally forget all these when we're healthy. Health is, more often than not, better appreciated in sickness, much like everything else that we have but don't cherish. Occasional illnesses thus helps jolt one back into the frailty of one's life and health, and rejuvenates the afflicted's appreciation of health, if only just for the duration of the sickness itself.
I appreciate health. Please come back to me.
I cannot even wank because I feel too cold.
Just awhile ago, the Singtel salesman came over to advertise on the fibre optics shit. I was quite interested because they will install the whole thing for free, only if we accept the deal during such a house call. Part of the attraction is definitely the fact that if you don't accept on the spot, you'd potentially be losing out, so the weak-willed people would snap up the offer when it comes out like the typical Singaporeans we are. I am no exception, so I stood by to listen to what he had to offer.
But seriously, $90 a month for the plan which uses the fibre optics shit, compared to $30 for my current broadband? The supposed increase in speed would be nice, especially if I were to use jizzhut.com which has a really really sucky streaming speed, but I don't face the same problem with xhamster.com which streams really quickly. Like Youtube.
So..I couldn't make the decision, because it really doesn't matter to me that much. I don't get to use my computer too often anyway, so it's really up to my sister/mum, both of whom weren't present when the salesman made his pitch, so I told him to come back at 6, which he agreed to.
When he came back at 6, I was a bit flustered and wanted to tell my mum to make her appearance. But before I could properly react, my father announced loudly "BOY AH, TELL HIM WE'RE NOT INTERESTED. JUST SAY NOT INTERESTED."
And then he stood up to face off with the baffled young man, and closed the door in a mere 5 seconds, leaving the family in stunned silence.
When I tried to explain the perks of the deal, my father said "I hate it when they come at meal times."
He will never feel the pain of slow downloads anyway, because he doesn't use the computers at home.
Every salesman has something to sell. Every consumer has something he wants to purchase. If we were to keep saying no to every person who comes knocking without first hearing him out, what are the chances of us missing out on something beneficial?
Whenever we say no, we are shutting a door of opportunity. That door might lead you somewhere sexciting or disappointing, but whichever the case, it will be an experience. Many years down the road, I want to be able to look back and say "I had the balls to do that." I don't want to shrink away from anything or anyone reasonable enough. I want to be a Yes Man. I want to jump on opportunities, and I beseech everyone else to, too.
Opportunities are all we are getting now anyway, so why not experience the most we can out of our youth? Let's jump into every puddle we can, before life and the adding of age takes it out of us as we settle into a fixed route, a fixed life. Let's try out all the lives we can possibly have before settling into one we think best suited for us. Let's try, before life throws its spanner into the heavy rotation of our gears, before we're forced to remain whatever we are, wherever we are, like this poor car:
Let's. (;
-- 12/11/2011 07:22:00 PM
If we kissed on accident, I would...
No really how the fuck do you kiss on accident? I CANNOT STAND FACEBOOK. FUCK FACEBOOK, and subsequently, the users for being stupid, and then..me for having stupid friends on Facebook.The average IQ of every Facebook user will decrease if this keeps up. Let's put things to perspective. The surface area of your lips are relatively fucking small when you compare it with your whole body. How are you going to end up kissing someone else on the lips by "accident"? Idol dramas always have this. I don't understand why they keep doing this. It's easier for me to fall down and grab a boob or 2. It makes more sense, and I speak from sexperience. In a falling motion, any normal human will throw his hands out to break the fall. Unless the person he is falling onto is bracing him/herself up, you won't get to kiss at all. This is stupid. This is so stupid.
And this leads us to the next question. Since this whole scenario is shitty to begin with, why are people coming up with Q & A-s about this? I'm pretty sure some guy out there thought "Hey this would be an easy way to come out and display my affections for her". I'm not sure who would buy this bullshit. I won't. If I went around liking every guy who puts this up as his status, I'm pretty sure the guy would just ignore my "like", because he won't want to spend time on another guy, BECAUSE HE ONLY WANTS TO ANSWER THE ATTRACTIVE GIRLS.
urghhhhhhh I am going to tear my hair out of frustration soon. Why do I have shitty friends? Why can't everyone be awesome like me? Why can't the world be easier for me to live in? Why do I have to bear with this bullshit when I actually get to book out? I should just delete my Facebook account. IT IS POINTLESS.
If you really like a girl so much that you can painstakingly come out with this kind of hypothetical questions, JUST COME OUT AND SAY IT. Going about it in such a childish way is not sweet and not ballsy at all. It just shows how much of a pussy you are, because if anything goes wrong you can always just go "Joking lahh don't take Facebook so seriously can?"
Nope. No. You can't do this. You can't just shirk responsibility over your words like that. That's why I always think before I say, and even when I do say things that I find slightly off, I take responsibility over it. I think that's why I'm such a great person to be around.
It's like drinking, just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can go around taking advantage of everyone else. I mean, it'd be cool if I were drunk/acting drunk, and that being in an inebriated state naturally means I can't be faulted for my actions.
Then, I'll rape everyone in my immediate vicinity and claim drunkenness, and I swear that if everyone has this kind of thinking, society will fail and I will write out of topic.
I already wrote out of topic. I'm just waiting for society to fail.
Fuck I hate this I am going to sleep this off. Mindef doesn't pay us enough.
-- 12/10/2011 12:05:00 AM
闭门造车
I don't like 9gag. I don't know whether they come up with materials themselves or not, but to me, it is apparent that they're merely "reposting" whatever the users find interesting, without giving the original creator due credit.I can't deny the appeal of 9gag though, because the materials reposted are normally the ones that are funnier/more interesting than what the origin normally creates, so you don't have to surf through dozens of posts from a certain site just to get to a post that tickles you.
Besides that, 9gag sucks. I hope it's just a passing phase, like fashion, because there are people who really live the 9gag mantra, stating/spewing 9gag stuff just to substantiate whatever it is that they wish to substantiate, and it is really distressing to see that people view a website so importantly that they subscribe to whatever doctrine (or lack thereof) it is that 9gag advocates.
Females on 9gag are worse. OK, specifically, females who post on 9gag are worse. I was bored and I clicked on one of the posts, and the comments led me to the Facebook profile of a girl. Her latest update was:
Hello, you're a female. Your existence reeks of trouble. You, posting so actively on 9gag will only attract attention. It certainly did attract mine, even though I don't visit 9gag often. If you find it troublesome that random guys are adding you, you can...
1) Change your profile picture
2) Make your profile more private
3) Change your account name to something stupid like..Bimbolicious or something equally brainless-sounding.
Or you can just keep your comments to yourself because posting them on a forum doesn't help air your views--no one cares.
If you don't like lightning striking you, don't be the tallest object. If you don't like attention, stop fucking attracting it then bitch about it.
I think I just have a problem with her complaining about people adding her. The unwritten, unexpressed underlying sentiment she is trying to tell her friends is "I'm hot on 9gag", thereby cementing her status a Bitch.
So what if you look good? You have shit for brains. I'm not going to add you just to be part of your statistics of "9gag dudes" because I'm not even a 9gag dude in the first place. People need to stop being so self-absorbed; no one has the exclusive rights to unique.
I sometimes have to remind myself of this, too. I try my best to learn and know as little as possible, because I want to find things out, because I want to create things myself. I try my best to be as original as possible, but sometimes I create what had already been created.
In the past, my chess moves were distinctly mine--I don't go follow so-and-so's style. Now, my different facial expressions were not inspired by Internet memes or whatever fuckshit, my actions aren't copied from television characters, blah blah.
There's a Chinese proverb for this: 闭门造车. I guess I'm guilty of it, as guilty as I am of target fixation. I will bash through anything that gets in my way, including the thing I'm fixated on itself. I want to be so many things, and an unstoppable force is one of them.
There was some news about someone who is blind, deaf, and mute. Then everyone started talking about Hellen Keller and how impossible it is for her to become educated, because let's face it, it's hard to do anything when you've lost 2 of your more important senses. It's like being unlucky^2.
But then again, what are the rest of us doing? We have our sense intact, yes, but we aren't fully utilizing what we have. Do we take in the beautiful moments? How many of us rush through life without appreciating all there is to appreciate around us? Which kinda sucks, because I almost exclusively utilize my sight only for appreciation of porn, and my hearing only for the moans/screams of the women dying for my porn (think snuff films).
I suck.
-- 12/04/2011 04:08:00 PM
叫我皇上！
I had a rude awakening to my very own sexuality a few nights ago. I was in camp of course, and I had this dream that shattered almost everything I thought I was.I know that people talking about dreams are boring and that everyone who blogs about their dreams are narcissistic pieces of shit who have nothing better to do than blog about what goes on inside their screwed up brains--oh wait that's what I do even when I'm not dreaming anyway.
So..in this dream, I was in an army camp with a pleasantly plump lady. She offered to give me a blowjob, and I accepted it readily, and adjourned to the toilet where she promptly showed me her dick.
The most natural reaction is to zip up and run out, but I unzipped and carried on.
Thankfully this did not result in a happy ending as I woke up before the dream ended on a stickier note.
I swear I'm traumatized. Maybe I'm bisexual after all. Which probably isn't that bad a thing...but I don't really want to think of a future filled with testosterone. I know females fail me pretty often, and that I, too, feel females pretty often, but this doesn't mean that my sexual orientation should change.
If someone can decipher my dreams, please do, I will pay.
..with my mouth.
I suck.
I probably will swallow too.
"My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones...you might as well hold on to them. You know?"
-Sarah Dessen
I haven't really found anyone like that, and people I've found don't value what I find important in them, and I never want anyone more than they want me, BECAUSE I'M A BLOODY 皇上. I have more pride than to grovel around finding or holding onto friends. I will be a dick as much as I find reasonable, and those who remain are friends.
I want to be an Emperor. I think I can be one, too. I'm proud. I have a small dick. I have the stature and powerful killing aura and I'm immune against common causes of Emperor deaths like assassination. I think I have royal blood in me, as well as that little bit of womanizing genes.
If you're interested in joining my harem, you can register at www.marryahuangshang.com.
No, don't. That site doesn't exist. I'll tell my non-existent technician to rectify this problem later. I do need a harem. What's an Emperor without his subjects and slaves and concubines?
One day, all my delusions will drive me mad.
I have so many things I want to do but don't dare to. I am horribly limited, and this is hitting me so hard I've lost the drive to even masturbate.
I can see the appeal in having a group of girls to idolize--they'll never fail you, they'll always smile at you regardless of what you've done, or did not do, they'll always encourage you, they'll always be the warriors, the heroines of the day, fighting away whatever darkness looms over you, like your salty pillow that had weathered more than it should, the stuffed toy you talk to every time you have a secret you can't tell anyone else, the dildo that had explored more of you than anyone else did.
The appeal is there. A bunch of cutesy beautiful bubbly girls singing, dancing, posing, just for me in my world.
I pick the dildo.
-- 12/04/2011 12:11:00 AM