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Lady Gaga - Bad Romance

I currently can't get enough of this music video! So many 80's elements in it -- the 'Thriller' moves, the costumes, the beat... I LOVE 80's INFLUENCES! :D

It sounds very similar to PokerFace, though. But both are very catchy songs nonetheless. This will definitely be the next super popular song that'll be blasted through every tween's loudspeaker phones. You've been warned!

Anyway, Lady Gaga seriously looks tranny here. A fierce one. But in a good way.

Just a Quickie

Hmmm, just thought I might do a quick update of this space. But really, there's not much to update about my life. It's as usual -- boring and monotonously uneventful, like a panda's sex life. (Hahaha, okay, I don't even know if that's a correct analogy.) Anyway, even if I were to have anything vaguely interesting happening in my life, I'd be lazy to come all the way here to type a prose about it. So if, for some reason, you must know all my inconsequential stuff, you might wanna peruse my tweets instead.

Well, I think the only thing that's mildly of importance recently, is the fact that I got an ear-piercing. *Cue wide-eyed stares of disbelief* Actually, I don't know why people find it shocking that I went and got one. I mean, am I really so predictable and boring in everyone's eyes, that everyone has to be all hoohah when I've done something like this out of the blue? Okay, when I say everyone, I mean generally. Some didn't bat an eyelid, and I can empathise, cos it's not as if it's some big fat hairy deal.

The reason behind the ear-piercing was... actually there's not much of a reason. I just felt like doing it randomly. I was feeling rather empty that day, and thought an ear-piercing would add some cheap thrill to my life! Do I regret my whimsical decision? Hmm, alot of people told me I look like an Ah-Beng now. I don't really care much for that opinion. At least it beats being told that I look like a queer by some ignorant and quick-to-judge people. But whatever opinions they have are void to me anyway, just because it's their opinion.

But I'm happy that I look a little different now. I need some change in my life, and I figured this was one way to bring about it, albeit a very superficial one.

Anyway! I have a feeling of dread now, because I'm unprepared for the sociology test I'll be having like 3 hours later. (Yes, a test on a Sunday morning. How wonderful!) I intended to burn the midnight oil to study the last chapter, which is the important one, I haven't touched. So I went and bought my go-to coffee drink from Starbucks (Iced Grande Americano Misto!), drank it to stay awake. But somehow, I promptly lost all motivation for revision. And I went to sleep! And I had some seriously surreal wacky dreams, cos my brain was like half-asleep and awake from the caffeine... It was like some sort of high. Ok, and now I'm awake typing all these instead of using the time wisely to hit the books :(

Also, in other news, I'm broke! Which is not really news actually, cos it's a well-known fact I'm always broke. The infuriating thing is that I don't even spend on material things, like most people would expect me to, if I have the money. All of my money was spent on FOOD. And come to think of it now that I'm broke, that money spent wasn't totally satisfying. I mean like, food eventually becomes shit anyway. And shit is useless.

Tamadekaninachaocheebyelanjiao. I realise I like to scold ching chong vulgarities nowadays. Oh gosh, I really am becoming an Ah Beng! YOU ALL BETTER NOT OWE ME MONEY HOR. Or I'll splash red paint on your door. And it'll look like highly-abstract art. And No. One. Likes. Abstract. Art.

630 am! I hear birds chirping. Wow I haven't heard that since forever. I think it's seriously time I start studying now. (CHAO CHEE) BYE BYE!

CURSE YOU.

I just found out from my mum that some burglars broke into our house over the Deepavali weekend and got away with our LCD TV, a few thousand bucks worth of cash, and some jewellery. This pisses the fuck out of me.

On one hand, I wish karma exists, so that those motherfucker sons of bitches who stole our valuables get their deserved retribution, which hopefully, will be no less than getting their kneecaps shot, skins peeled while alive, and then left outside for crows to devour on their vile remains. All these happening in front of their elderly mother, wife and kids (assuming these beasts are capable of reproducing - oh the horror!).

But on the other hand, if karma exists, why the hell did such misfortune fall upon us? What horrid deed have we done to deserve this?

Fuckity fuck. Fuck it.




Also, my roommate's applying a shitload of talcum powder. I have a sensitive nose. Fuck you. It fucking stinks.

Les Chronicles du la Roommate - Part Deux

So as I was beginning to feel eternally grateful to my roommate (henceforth simply known as R, because auto-spell check keeps underlining the word 'roommate' in ugly red squiggly lines) for being so generous to lend his iron and ironing board to me -- so I may neatly press my shirts and make Martha Stewart proud -- he struck up a conversation (in Mandarin, no less) that reminded me the fact that horridly ignorant people are everywhere.

As he tucked himself to bed, he casually said to me, "Do you know, rumour has it that V from the room above us is gay!". Enticed by the prospects of juicy gossip, I probed further to find out who exactly this V person is. Alas, his description of "not-bad looking" and "Myanmar-rean(?)" left me even clueless than before. Apparently, it seems that V and I are not fated to be even acquaintances, seeing as how we fail to meet each other even once during the one month since I've been here

I then asked R, what interesting thing it was about V that made him brought up this hearsay --Was V caught red-handed by his roommates while wanking off to gay porn? WAS V FOUND DOING THE BANGLA CLEANER?! I needed to know!

But R merely said, "Oh nothing", then gave a little shudder. "Just feeling scared." And with that, he promptly fell to sleep.

(Which is, once again, why I'm safe to blog about him now.)

Erm... Scared? Just because of the presence of ONE (rumoured) homosexual amongst us? Can you say RIDICULOUS? I'm curious to know what exactly his impression of gays is that invokes such fear in him. Does he think that gays go around sexually violating EVERY heterosexual in their vicinity? Does he think homosexualism is contagious?

HAHA. My dears, the world is not filled with hatred, but IGNORANCE.



Well, anyway, the sun was shining quite strong late-morning today, and I went swimming! And by swimming, I mean just nua-ing at the poolside absolutely not moving and soaking in the sun's rays. I was in quite a lovely shade of tan when I left the pool, but unfortunately, I'm now RED. Which is a sign that I'm about to peel :( A new layer of skin that's unkissed by the sun will replace the sunburnt tan skin. How sad is that? Instead of becoming tanner, all my efforts goes to waste, and I become fairer instead. Fuck my life, haha.

Okay, time to sleep and let my skin rejuvenate! Sociology lecture tomorrow morning! It's the only lecture I enjoy and actually look forward to. Bye bye peel peel bananas!

Gem of Life

Just realised I didn't update anything about how the rest of my 21st birthday went, after my last entry... Well, I'm not going to go in great details of how it went, because I think I ought not to type so much from now on, since I feel so old already and I'm afraid rheumatism might just set in anytime. Also, and more tragically, I do not have the pictures to blog about/flood Facebook with, because no one gave me the Canon S90 for my birthday present. :(

But in summary, I had lunch at an atas French bistro in Holland Village, and then had an awesome intimate BBQ dinner. So in all, it was kind of a great birthday!

Anyway, just thought I might complain a little here regarding my roommate, since he's asleep and I feel safe now typing it here -- He's a little too cheena for my preference (I realised I can't handle simple conversations in Mandarin anymore! AND TO THINK I GOT AN A2 FOR HIGHER CHINESE!), but that might be an understatement, cos, goodness, he plays HOKKIEN songs and Chinese Pop using his laptop speakers! Like, for reals.

Not that I'm judging, or have any prejudices against people who aren't proficient in English. In fact, I think it's great there are still people embracing their culture. But I wish he'd embrace it in a more considerate manner. Come on, no loudspeakers please! Hokkien songs = sandpaper to my ears. And Chinese Pop is only okay in KTVs... when I'm the one singing it.

I mean, I don't force others to endure my obscure (most might say questionable but they are wrong) music selections by blasting it out loud, so please don't do unto me!

I don't think he will read this. Cheena people don't usually surf blogs which consists of 90% English words. [citation needed] I guess it's really bitchy of me to blog something unpleasant behind his back, but I need an outlet to complain after all. There's a chance he might stumble upon this post, since my Facebook account links here. And if he reads this, well I want him to know that I have nothing against him personally, but his choice in not investing in earphones.

On a random note, I'm catching a HK drama serial called Gem of Life, which is quite good (or I wouldn't be watching it). And speaking of HK dramas, I think Chinese-dubbing shouldn't even be an option to the viewers, for the sake of not butchering the show. Every show should be aired in the original language, ie Cantonese for HK dramas. I watched Heart of Greed, and Moonlight Resonance, in Cantonese, and then watched the horribly Chinese-dubbed version on Ch8, and gosh, it was totally different la!

Anyway. I'm going to sleep now.