Amerika - Rammstein
“We all live in Amerikar, Amerikar, Amerikar. We all live in Amerikar, Coca-Cola, Wonder Bra.”
WTF. Funny funny shit.
Other than that, I still have my night cycling at Pulau Ubin to talk about. Wait till I get my pictures and I’ll review my trip.
Next week will be busy. Which means I have more stuff to talk about. Check this space then.
Shadowplay - The Killers
I won’t be here tomorrow and tomorrow will be “Song of the Week”. I simply can’t let people who are constantly searching for new and awesome music with a insatitable thirst. Like me.
Lyrics:
“To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you
Moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you
In a room without a window in the corner I found truth
In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor
And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect
I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left
I did everything, everything I wanted to
I let them use you for their own ends
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you”
Shadowplay (I just keep typing Shawdow, wtf) is taken off The Killers’ compilation album and it is a cover of the song that was originally performed by the now defunct band, Joy Division.
You might find the name of the band Joy Division familiar. There was a biopic film about the frontman of Joy Division released just last year. The title of the movie is “Control” and I did a review (of sorts) after watching it.
Movies and music, you can’t have enough of them.
Comparing Joy Division’s version and The Killers’ cover, I can’t say I like either one of the both better. Joy Division’s vocals sound deeper and more intriguing, it kinda makes you want to sit down in a dark corner and think about stuff. The Killer’s version sounds funkier and less dark, almost like a happy version of a sad song.
One thing I like that both songs have are the lyrics. Omg, it makes so much sense and yet none at the same time. A poem in melody. That’s how I would describe it.
Another thing I can’t get enough of is The Killers. Don’t just listen to their mainstream songs such as “Mr. Brightside” or “Somebody Told Me”. Because those songs are so old already and the other tracks on their albums are much better.
Like Sweet Talk, also from Sawdust, there are some similarities with Mr. Brightside but they are very different songs.
Omg, I can’t wait for their latest album, Day and Age.
SOYJOY is my new favorite food. No wait, it will be my new favorite food if it weren’t so fucking expensive! Basically it’s just one thin stick about 5 to 6 cm long. I don’t have a picture because I gobbled down the only bar I had seconds upon unwrapping it.
It’s my new have-it-once-in-a-while healthy snack. Because 2 bucks for a puny stick of soy and berries is too much.
My sister is fucking mean.
She told me the sweet that was held within this wrapper was the tastiest sweet she ever tasted in her sweet-tasting life. She made it sound so goddamn real, that I, the sweet monster, resisted tearing the wrapper up for 2 whole hours to see if it really tasted that awesome. Eventually I tore the wrapper open and popped the sweet into my mouth.
THE SWEET WAS, FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET MOTHER KING KONG, SPICY.
I think I had a slow reaction because I sucked onto the sweet for five whole fucking seconds. FIVE WHOLE FUCKING SECONDS! And I didn’t spit it out immediately after my brain registered the “flavour” of the candy. I held it between my teeth.
Oh, my lips burned like there was no tomorrow. Next time your siblings hand you something to eat and tell you it tastes really awesome, bear in mind the way they usually handle genuinely good food, they just gobble it down themselves. There is no way they would so kindly share it with their brothers or sisters.
Stupid sister, I’m gonna get back at you. Watch out.
My favorite candy last time! They still cost 50 cents per pack! But they are harder to find now. Used to be able to buy them anywhere but now you gotta go to those “mama” shops to find them available for purchase.
My stupid sister made up to me for her prank with this packet of candy.
I must be a really cheap sister.
Overall rank in Singapore.
Female rank in Singapore
Overall international rank
Female international rank
And those are my statistics (for interested parties) of my first 10km run. Nothing phenomenal but quite an achievement for me to have completed 10 kilometres in less than 2 hours. I feel like I have quite an accomplishment for someone who hasn’t underwent vigorous mental nor physical training.
But you don’t need to know that 83% of the run was completed by walking. Which meant that 17% of the time I was running. Then again, that’s a rough estimate. Add it all up together and you get an exercise called ralking. Yes, that’s copyrighted. It’s my kind of exercise.
Post-race. My hair looks like shit. But don’t look at me. Look at the background. It’s filled with people wearing the same shirt as me.
The stage for the concert after our tiring run. The concert is kind of like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. That is if going to the end of the rainbow involved a 10km run.
(I just realised I keep repeating “10km run, 10km run” over and over, but this won’t be the end of my repitition)
That’s Utt and Taya holding the microphones. MTV VJs if you don’t know. That’s Joanne Peh standing in the middle with a panda behind her. They made it sound as if it was a big deal she was there. Like, are we supposed to go all wild and crazy when she made her appearance?
*Does a mock happy dance*
I don’t get it. Local celebrities have almost non-existent I-Am-A-Fucking-Celebrity auras. Maybe it is the lack of scandalous gossip about them. No, Christopher Lee knocking down some poor Singaporean isn’t scandalous. What we want to know is Christopher Lee cheating on Fann Wong or actually going to the frickin’ jail for knocking the person down. No, it’s not as if I want to know them that badly, but it’ll be a step towards having Hollywood-like celebrities here. A tiny tiny step. The next big step includes massive amounts of plastic, and surgery. Put the two words together and you almost get a taboo phrase at Mediacorp Studios.
That’s it for my little stupid-celebrities rant. Let’s move on to bigger stuff.
That’s the lead singer, Whatsisname (Martin Johnson), from Boys Like Girls. That’s the “pot of gold” I was talking about. Apparently the run was to be filmed for TV. That doesn’t mean anything good, because it means countless of minutes of waiting and mock-cheering while the VJs do their retakes.
Little kids, please do not believe what you see on the television. Some of the energy at the scene encaptured on film were fake.
Before Boys Like Girls were performances by local artitsts. The Great Spy Experiment was awesome. Ko-Flow(no external link, omg!) was good while his rapping partners were just a little above average. Then there was this beatboxing dude whose name I can’t remember. But his beatboxing was some hot awesome shit man.
Boys Like Girls put up an awesome live performance. I couldn’t find a reason why they would throw bottles of mineral water they drank from onto the crowd. Do we put them up for auction on eBay? How much do you reckon we should set the starting bid at? For Martin Johnson’s saliva.
Nor could I comprehend the reason behind flicking guitar picks towards the crowd at the end of every song. I have also no explanation for why the lead singer and lead guitarist (Paul DiGiovanni, I think) constantly locked eyes in a I-Love-You-Dude kind of way.
I think the only thing that was stopping them from kissing were the Singapore laws. Because I wouldn’t have minded the action.
I didn’t manage to get one of the 8Gb 3rd Generation iPod Nanos they were happily tossing into the crowd. There were about twenty or so iPods. Some of them Boys Like Girls threw. Not that this little piece of information should matter. It’s not as if the iPods Boys Like Girls threw were magical. Though I think there’s a slight chance some of these iPods would appear on eBay.
And this is the mighty Finisher’s Bracelet they gave out in a tube after we finished our 10km. Makes me feel like I have graduated from something. Maybe I did. I graduated from a 50kg body to a 49.123456789kg body. Awesome, if that’s how much fat I can lose by running 10km. But the sad thing is that this stupid bracelet is really hard to put on. Maybe you’re not supposed to even take it out of its cardboard backing. I guess I should only pop open the tube once in a while to remind me that I tortured my fat legs for close to 97 minutes. Wonder if they come in other colours for other countries.
I have a couple of videos that aren’t worth putting up. There’s no point anyway because you’ll get to see coverage on this on TV. Uh, don’t look out for me because I looked retarded in my sweatband.
That’s it for this year’s Nike+ Human Race 10k (still a mouthful to say) and I should be participating next year if they decide to hold the event again.
This week I watched three movies and a million other Youtube videos. Two of the million Youtube videos I watched are awesomely funny. So I shall talk about them first.
The first video is a Asian dude who vlogs (I think). Uh, this isn’t the first time I’ve watched him (Eileen showed it to me before because she thought he’s really cute, I agree, but not with the zits and flaring nostrils). The first part of the video where he grooves to a song isn’t really that interesting so it’s skippable. I mean, if you like to watch people do top-body dancing and it really makes you happy, no one’s stopping you.
Two main points in the video, Girls are like M&M’s and the dude loves his dad. The former made quite a lot of sense to me and I am appalled that a guy that looks like he’s my age is capable of coming up with such a awesome little piece of wisdom. If girls were M&M’s, I’d eat them everyday (the M&M’s).
The latter is really really really awesomely hilarious. It cracked me up. It was probably the first time in three weeks I laughed so hard at a Youtube video. His dad is a true Asian parent. Shan’t spoil anything because the segment is only that long. Watch it for yourself. Unless you hate Asians punking (not once, but twice!) their dads, I’d say you watch it now.
A Million Ways - Ok Go
Okay, I have barely been awake for more than two hours and I feel sexy already. This song just makes you want to move and groove! What I found funny in this video is that I realised four grown men are dancing, in broad daylight, in their backyard, feeling sexy about themselves. That is assuming they feel the same way as I do about this song. Who’s feeling the sexiest of them all? I’d say the skinhead.
And their album, Oh No, is so joining my iTunes library.
On to the movies.
I’ve never watched 40-Year-Old Virgin, though I’ve watched Knocked Up. Knocked Up was funny, but obscene at some parts. Honestly, I started watching the movie thinking it was about a dude who meets new girls to get over his most recent breakup.
Yes, I have such a innocent mind I completely missed out on the sex part. But what can I expect from the people who gave us 40-Year-Old Virgin and Knocked Up? Both were sex-themed movies, so naturally, this would be a sex-themed movie. It’s like Oxide and Toxic Danny Pang, making crappier and crappier horror movies. Yeah, The Eye that starred the sexy Jessica Alba was Americanized and made crappier from its much better original Asian version.
I don’t know, I’d say Forgetting Sarah Marshall midly funny at best. If you were to compare it with the two other movies I watched this week in terms of hilarity, it’d be quite funny. Maybe I haven’t lived in the right part on Earth to get all of the “jokes”, so it wasn’t all that tears-in-my-eyes, pain-in-my-tummy type of funny to me.
You might recognize the “Touch My Body” (video quality sucks) dude in the movie. His part was minor but quite entertaining.
As for the hot people (what is sex without hot people?), the main guy, Jason Segal is hot in a Vince Vaugh way. No tight pecs à la Matthew Mcconaughey (omg, is his name hard to spell or what) but he’s cute and I don’t see why Sarah Marshall wouldn’t dump him for:
Russell Brand plays the girlfriend-stealer and omg, his British accent makes me faint. This guy is cool, funny, sexy and everything that the main guy isn’t.
Kirsten Bell (familiar from the second season of Heroes) plays the Sarah Marshall in the title of the movie. Even after two days since watching the movie, I can’t see this innocent looking woman as a horny sex-deviant. Really. I can’t even picture her having sex. But I guess what happens when you get two hot people together happens.
Mila Kunis plays the rebound girl for the main guy. I think that’s illegal. Becuase Mila Kunis. Is. Smokin’. Crack. Hot. Is it her eyes? Or her curly hair? Or her eyes? Or her tan body? Or her eyes? I think it’s the eyes. One look into her eyes is a Russell-Brand-Brit-accent-worthy faint.
There was one part in the movie where the two hot girls were agreeing with each other and disagreeing with the two boys who were agreeing with each other. Is that subtext? Because I swear, if the disagreements went any deeper, I would have thought the next person Sarah Marshall would be bedding that night would be the rebound girl. Wouldn’t that have been the perfect situtation then? Girl on girl is hot, any day.
Obviously, the movie didn’t go any further than that. This movie is highly recommended if you have lots of spare time and love watching about sex.
The second movie is the best.
In terms of hotness. The best. In terms of story. The best. In terms of I-didn’t-waste-my-bloody-time-on-another-crappy movie. The best.
Is this a chick-flick? Chick-flicks usually put me to sleep as soon as the lead guy/girl walks out and a upbeat love song plays in the background. I must admit I nearly wanted to fast-forward through it but decided this may just be the movie that was worth not skipping. Definitely, Maybe.
What happens when you mix three hot women, one hot guy and a cute kid in one movie? No, please don’t go that far.What you get is an awesome, in the words of the kid, a mystery-love type story. It’s simple. The hot dad (DILF?) tells his daughter his love story with the names of the main characters changed and his daughter has to guess which of the three hot women is her mom.
Simple premise, but extremely good to watch for drama addicts.
Without spoiling too much, I would say that the ending is much happier than the rather bleak opening. And see that last image of the woman? That’s Rachel Weisz and she is hot. I had to say that.
There was also a tiny part about two of the three women above getting it on. Nothing graphic. Only a couple of paragraphs of words. But it can lead to a little misunderstanding, on your part, towards the end if you think too much into it. Okay, you won’t get this part of my review if you don’t get me.
This movie is highly recommended if you like love stories with a touch of something new.
Last and the least.
Love Guru sucks. It was a complete waste of my goddamn abundant free time. I would have rather re-watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall than have watched this shit.
There is only one funny part.
Yes, Jessica Alba is in repose waiting for my love desire.
Jessica Alba in an Indian costume. It’s not even gratifying/satisfying/worth the 90mins of bullshit that the movie is. And now that you’ve seen the funny part, you haven’t missed anything, so don’t waste your time and money watching this movie.
Mike Myers fails. Fails as being a whimsical and eccentric love guru. He just looks like a pathetic loony with too much money. He fails at looking normal when getting it on with Jessica Alba. Omg, that scene really turned me off. He fails at making funny jokes anymore. Because the shitmop didn’t look all that real to me and it wasn’t funny in the slightest way.
And Justin Timberlake’s “Le Coq” didn’t look all that Grande to me.
This movie fails. Fails. Fails. Maybe if you put two Jessica Alba’s in it, then would it be a “just passed”.
Highly not recommended. Like a negative five stars out of five stars.
Born To Make You Happy - Britney Spears
Britney, Britney, Britney. Why did it take me so long to get my ass to listen to her first album when she was still claiming she was a virgin? It was so obvious Justin Timberlake took it away (or did he?). Awesome, the album it is.
I liked this one the most because I had already gotten sick of listening to …Baby One More Time and (You Drive Me) Crazy. Sometimes is a few posts down, so if you want to watch/hear it with a hideous pink background, just scroll down.
The other songs, I must say, either sound like each other or there just ain’t anything special about them. In fact, I was listening to her second album as I took my bath just now and I swear all of the songs sound like Oops! I Did It Again.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me.
Today was the day I took my final paper of the semester, Mathematics and Statistics and girl, I had totally underestimated my opponent. Barely ten minutes into the paper and I felt a strong sense of deja vu. The familiar feeling of sitting for the dreaded Additional Mathematics paper, I felt it again this morning. I completed the paper though. I don’t think I’ll get another D7 grade this time. Because a D7 grade does not exist in the grading scheme of my current school. There are only D+, D and D-. Ha! I am not cursed with a D7 grade for Math anymore!
After the paper, I went to watch Wall-E with Dot, Shane and other people from my class.
Wall-E is fucking awesome. Wait. It’s G-Rated. Okay, re-take! Wall-E is a fantastic piece of work, it is. The fact that a movie can be so awesome despite the lead characters having minimal human speech amazes me. Moreover, it is an animation. Adults who think they are too mature for “cartoons” should give Wall-E a shot. It’s not just another animation to make kids buy their merchandise.
Eve, if she had a human form, would be a frickin’ hot female. And the fact that she is borderline psychotic turns me on many times more. Wall-E, yes it’s the name of the rusty-looking robot in the poster upstairs, if he had a human form, it’d be of a frickin’ cute guy.
Omg, if I were a robot and robots had sex, I totally do Eve. Wait, G-Rated movie, stop my obscenities!
I’m just assuming here. Maybe Eve is a “male” robot and Wall-E is a “female” robot. That is if robots had genders. I don’t know, but which guy would call himelf Eve? None, those who would are “girls”.
Wall-E is makes you laugh at it’s funny scenes, makes you excited at the action scenes, makes you almost want to cry at the touching scenes, makes you gape your mouth in awe at the human spirit and makes you hot and bothered at the non-existent steamy robot-mating scenes.
You know I’m kidding, right? How can there be such scenes in a G-Rated movie? Honestly people, stop thinking too much towards the gutter. I’d still do Eve, if she was a human. G-Rated movie. G-Rated movie!
I totally dig Pixar. It’s like my favourite animation studio. There was Toy Story, probably the first animated movie I watched (and actualy still remember) and obsessed over about Buzz Lightyear. There was Monsters Inc. and its unforgettable Boo girl. There was Finding Nemo and the oh-so-funny Dory…..
Omg, I just found out who voiced Dory. Ellen Degeneres! Why didn’t I know that sooner? Omg. I must have been the last person on Earth to find out. Omg.
….Then there was The Incredibles, I loved the whole family. And Ratatouille made me so hungry.
And Wall-E. I will now go buy a Eve figurine. It is the new Buzz Lightyear (as in hideous pink is the new black).
Before the film, there was a short film (Your current rave, Shu! Can’t link you cuz I have no idea of the exact location of your blog) called Presto. You can search for a low-quality preview on Youtube but it’s more worth it to watch it in the cinemas before Wall-E. An extremely funny and well-animated short. Almost made me wish I was watching a full-length film about it instead of Wall-E. Almost. Wall-E is still awesome.
And before the short film was a trailer for High School Musical 3! My, do I sound excited or what. Here it is.
Now, hit pause at 0:18. Is it me or does Zac Efron’s hair look like a freakin’ woman’s hair? It almost looks like a wig. I think it’s me. Or maybe it’s a body double. I won’t ever know.
Pause again at 0:21. Uh, Whatshisname (Chad!) is wearing a frickin’ shirt inside his graduation robes. What the fuck? And I laughed out real loud at this part because I saw the poster for Disaster Movie at the ticketing counter of the cinema. Apparently High School Musical is also spoofed in it and the lookalike for Chad is fat as fat shit.
Yes, I’m not done with making fun of the trailer yet. Pause at 0:35 to look at Sharpay’s spastic face. Priceless. She looks like a man. *Shivers*
Aaaaaaaaaand, pause at 0:36. Step Up 2 ripoff? Christ, that’s the thing I hate about sequels. They lose all kind of originality they had in the very first movie.
From 0:47 (no need to pause), Gabriella randomly pops up from the spectators and start singing to a very very sweaty Troy. Imagine my digust at the total randomness of the scene. And I had to look, on the big giant silver screen, at a very unnaturally wet Troy. I could totally see the tiny bacteria in the droplets!
And the joke at the end, around 1:37. Not. Funny. At. All. So much for a lasting impression, huh? The impression I got from the trailer was “eew” and it was anything but lasting.
I may be dissing the shit out of this apparently shitty sequel to a sequel of a musical movie now, but you know I’ll still be watching it because no teen can escape the clutches of teen movies. Not even one with hormones on overdrive and still listens to Born To Make You Happy in this day and age.
(Actually, Disaster Movie looks kinda fun. If I could watch it for free, I would. No way in hell would I actually pay to watch this shit. Maybe. Maybe I would. If I’m wasted.)
Moose in mah bed. Moose in mah bed.
*Switches on television to watch as I consume my dinner at 7PM*
I can’t believe the quality of drama serials Mediacorp is dishing out these days. Wait, what do I mean “these days”? When was there ever a good show on Channel 8?
Bullshit. It’s bullshit, the things the local TV station broadcasts. Never mind the ads that pop out every 15 minutes. Never mind the I’m-Oh-So-Glam celebrities. I think I really do deserve constructive dramas with a proper storyline. Because really, all I want to watch during dinner is about how a woman gets married to a guy she got to know on a random trip to a random island and quits her job to become, brace yourself, a housewife. But her mother-in-law is such a random bitch and makes her life as a housewife fucking terrible.
Fuck the woman. Fuck the guy. Fuck the mother-in-law. Fuck the local TV station. Give me reruns of Powerpuff Girls any day. Any day.
Enough talking about bullshit. *Hops off to MTV even though they have ads every 5 minutes*
A song!
I Wonder - Kanye West
Wait, I haven’t had enough of talking about bullshit yet. Bullshit Chemistry was awesomely easy for a person who was whining about studying for it the night before. I almost feel unjustified. Where’s the just in this world? That’s it, I don’t want to go to Harvard and become a doctor anymore. Let me be a power ranger.
Yes, my dears, tonight, it’s all about being random because I just had my last mentally challenging paper today. Maths can suck my thumb because I kicks its ass.
Uh, next on my list to diss. Wait. I just got a epiphany! I shoud totally start a person-to-diss-of-the-week! This week, the persons to diss are those around you who talk hypocritical shit.
I can’t really specify because I am rather averse to conflict and would like to avoid any confrontations as best as I can. The past few months, I have really met several hypocritical-shit-talkers. Some of them are tolerable while some, I am just about to snap at.
Define hypocritical-shit-talking. Hypocritical is saying you are something that you are obviously not. Shit is bad and disgusting. Talker is speaker, a person who speaks or says something. Put them together and you get a person who says they are something they are not and it disgusts you.
People, they try so hard to be perfect humans of today. They try so hard to be fake and plastic. They spout lies so often they believe their lies themselves. They try so hard to show the world that they are something special, that they are super, that they are unique, and that they are better than any of you.
And what they don’t get is they are not perfect. They are not unique. They are not special. They are not better than any of us. We are all the same with only slightly different faces, differentiable shades of colour, quite contrasting lifestyles and vastly different values of total body fat mass (yes, I’m anorexic/bulimic/superficial. Whatever. You can suck my thumb.).
So when someone lies and say, “Oh, it’s nothing, I didn’t put in much effort anyway.” when s/he studied really hard to only get a average grade for a assignment, it really pisses me off. Because it’s like telling me, “I could have gotten a perfect grade if I “really” studied, but look at you, you studied and got the same grade as me, you stupid, normal, un-super and definitely not special human”.
Go fuck yourself. I’m only human, so people, you should get over the fact you don’t come from Krypton and don’t have super-strength. If you still do, don’t come near me. Seriously, if you don’t want your boobs/balls on the wrong side of your body, don’t come near me.
I think I sound like a angsty teenager with her hormones on overdrive. Oh wait, I am.
OMG, it’s Wednesday already. Where has my week gone! In a blink of an eye, I have just finished sitting for my exams (Maths is still not considered a challenge). In a few more blinks, it will be the end of my precious 6-week-long holidays. In a couple more blinks, my next 2-week-long holiday of the year would come. And one or two blinks after that I’ll be sitting for the semester exams again.
Okay. Gotta stop blinking. One reason why people age so fast these days is because they worry too much about what is in for them in the future. And before they know it, the future is here and nothing happens. It’s kinda scary when I think about it that way actually.
I’m such a scaredy-cat. I can’t be myself. I can’t tell them. I can’t expect acceptance. Because I haven’t really already accepted.
The weather, is so perfect for snuggling in bed now, reading a book and drifting off to sleep. The weather, is so perfect for a lazy Saturday afternoon, stroking the soft fur of your dog/cat laying in your lap. The weather, is so perfect, for doing anything but Bullshit Chemistry.
Rain, rain go away. Come again on Saturday. (That’s when my holidays have already started.)
Bullshit Chemistry is the new term I have come up for Biochemistry from it’s BC abbreviation. Bullshit Chemistry, the second bane of my current school life. The first bane is stupid people that the school is, sadly, flooded with.
Now, I’m not gonna go whine on you and ask why the fuck I need to equip myself with knowledge about protein folding and protein denaturation. Because the weather is so perfect, for sparing people from my noise.
Headaches, I have headaches. I hope it is the lack of sleep and not a sign of an aging brain. I am so deathly afraid of not being young anymore, you know that.
You want a song? I have a nice one I’m listening to now. Don’t laugh.
Sometimes - Britney Spears
The links for the official music video has embedding disabled. I don’t want that, so you get a lyrics video with a bullshit pink background, if bullshit came in pink.
Did you see the VMA ads on MTV? The one with Russell Brand (who is he?) and Britney Spears? That’s no whale, I’m referring to Britney, no more! It’s a goddamn MILF. Me likey.
Uh, people, for the sake of my sanity, please do not vote for Katy Perry as Best New Artist. I know I Kissed A Bitch Christian Girl Girl is quite awesome when you’re wasted and seeking attention, I like it. But please, do not vote for person who sang a song without meaning.
(Look what I found? I Kissed A Boy! Gay Boy Version! Uh, don’t watch it if you squirm (gutless, much?) seeing a guy stick his tongue down another guy’s throat. Because trolling and going all anti-gay in the comments of the video is not cool anymore.)
Yes, that means you can vote for Miley Cyrus’ Sha Sha Sha song (22 million views! WTF!), or even better, Tokio Hotel’s Ready Set Go. Just, please, no Katy Perry.
Okay. BC wants me. Bad.
All the mindless chatter,
it is getting to my head.
It doesn’t make my heart flutter,
are you really that ill-bred?
The ugly egoistic sneer,
and you claim to be a victim.
It doesn’t make my head clear,
are you really that loathsome?
All the provocations,
I didn’t initiate no shit.
My annoyance at you doesn’t lessen,
are you really such a dimwit?
The assumptions you make of me,
they are such absurd nonsense.
I am not getting touchy,
are you really that dense?
Stop trying to show that you are better than me. It’s quite getting on me nerves. (Stop it)
PIPC was a bitch (not the female dog) today. It was basically like a more complex Math paper (the mole calculations!) because it needs you to explain why this calculation is like that and why this calculation is not (it’s just not!). Other than that, it was awesome (I’m lying), the examination room was so cold (so cold) I couldn’t hold my pen, nor input my numbers on my calculator (I pressed it two times, where are my numbers?!?!?), properly.
OC (another Chemistry) could be a bitch tomorrow if I don’t actually start studying and keep whining. Except, I won’t need to input numbers tomorrow, I’ll need to deposit the entire mass of my brain onto the paper.
Examiner: Hey girl, why are your brains splattered all over the answer booklet?
Me: (Technically I can’t answer, because I cannot move without electrical signals from my brain) It’s all in my head, the reactions. Alcohol plus carboxylic acid under reflux with the presence of sulfuric acid gives you brains. (The real product is an ester, a sweet-smelling compound.)
Honestly (I’m talking to myself now), how are you gonna get your bloody-ass useless-a-minute-after-you-get-it A now? (how how, stupid sow?)
I. Better. Go. (Study)
SIMPLY AWESOME.
Hello, like I can’t wait for 2012 London Olympics already!
I’m not in the mood to study for my PIPC exam tomorrow. Kill me!!
