Okay, seriously. This is weird.
A guy in his twenties or even older (he's definitely graduated university/college) was just talking to a thirteen-year-old girl about relationships. About how thirteen-year-old girls are attracted to feminine-looking guys, like Justin Beiber.
Seriously, I just wrote something in my blog that I'd vowed I would never do.
Damn.
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Creepy people
People, listen up, people!
You may not be familiar with this, but just so you know, it is extremely RUDE to stare at someone's computer screen without permission.
You may not be familiar with this, but just so you know, it is extremely RUDE to stare at someone's computer screen without permission.
Monday, 19 September 2011
I confess...
I don’t know why but I’ve always liked rain. Storms.
Thunder. Lightning.
Give me all and I’m a happy girl.
In the movies, you have scenes where the protagonist – who
likely has just broken up with her boyfriend or found out her boyfriend has a
rare and deadly form of cancer/parasite/disease – sits, hugging her legs to her
chest, on a window seat, gazing soulfully – why must it always be soulfully? –
out the window, where rain droplets streak the glass.
You see, my dirty little secret is that I want to be that
girl – well, I actually don’t mind not having a boyfriend but I DO want to be
that girl, sitting on her window seat (which I’ve never had) just staring out
at the thunderstorm.
You know what? I think I envy her because of her loads of
free time. I mean, if you’re in university, do you really have time to do
nothing but stare out a window, no matter how beautifully rain-washed?
This weekend
Oh, yourepeat.com how I love thee.
This entire weekend, I was listening to Faded by Soul Decision, over and over and over again.
Oh, and also, of course, marathoning How I Met Your Mother.
Of course.
This entire weekend, I was listening to Faded by Soul Decision, over and over and over again.
Oh, and also, of course, marathoning How I Met Your Mother.
Of course.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
You know what else is tacky?
Here is a list of all...okay, some things I consider tacky. (Yes, I know, you didn't ask but I thought I should share them with you anyways.)
1. Asking people you've just met or hardly know personal questions. When did you lose your virginity? How often do you have sex? Or how often do you not have sex?
2. Asking people what mark they got on the recently returned test/assignment/exam/etc. Seriously? Why do you even need to know in the first place? Does it prolong your life or something?
3. Asking to use someone else's personal computer. Unless in emergencies, it's practically asking to wear their underwear. Used.
By the way, I'm sure by now, you've realized I've redefined tacky as annoying.
Yeah, I just felt like ranting.
1. Asking people you've just met or hardly know personal questions. When did you lose your virginity? How often do you have sex? Or how often do you not have sex?
2. Asking people what mark they got on the recently returned test/assignment/exam/etc. Seriously? Why do you even need to know in the first place? Does it prolong your life or something?
3. Asking to use someone else's personal computer. Unless in emergencies, it's practically asking to wear their underwear. Used.
By the way, I'm sure by now, you've realized I've redefined tacky as annoying.
Yeah, I just felt like ranting.
Monday, 12 September 2011
First days of school
I used to be one of those kids that cared so much about the first day of school.
Now, this morning, I opened my closet and just grabbed the first things I saw: a pair of brown capris and a stretchy T-shirt.
Years ago, I used to obsessively plan my first week wardrobe. I'd call friends and our conversations would last hours (of course, in the interest of full disclosure, we didn't just talk about clothes). I'd have the clothes laid out the night before school, and wake up a bit earlier (looking back, I'm annoyed at myself for sacrificing precious hours of sleep) just so my twenty-minute walk to school can ruin whatever "perfect image" I'd crafted.
Now, I don't even bother with earrings, let alone lip gloss, painstakingly combed hair with the part perfectly in the centre.
I can't exactly pinpoint the year this changed, but I suppose, as I got older, I just stopped caring about certain things. Or maybe I just never cared about them in the first place, bowing to the inevitable, insidious peer pressure.
Oh well, let's all have a moment of silence for my "lost" childhood.
Now, this morning, I opened my closet and just grabbed the first things I saw: a pair of brown capris and a stretchy T-shirt.
Years ago, I used to obsessively plan my first week wardrobe. I'd call friends and our conversations would last hours (of course, in the interest of full disclosure, we didn't just talk about clothes). I'd have the clothes laid out the night before school, and wake up a bit earlier (looking back, I'm annoyed at myself for sacrificing precious hours of sleep) just so my twenty-minute walk to school can ruin whatever "perfect image" I'd crafted.
Now, I don't even bother with earrings, let alone lip gloss, painstakingly combed hair with the part perfectly in the centre.
I can't exactly pinpoint the year this changed, but I suppose, as I got older, I just stopped caring about certain things. Or maybe I just never cared about them in the first place, bowing to the inevitable, insidious peer pressure.
Oh well, let's all have a moment of silence for my "lost" childhood.
Saturday, 10 September 2011
You know...
As I as saying, you know, I think the reason people share so much about themselves online is that (a) what are the chances that someone you know is reading this, anyway? and (b) what else is there to talk about, seriously?
Now, let's address these two points.
(a) Unless you tell someone you know in real life your online name, there is perhaps a one in a trillion trillion trillion cubed chance that they'll figure it out on their own. The world is huge, people, the world is huge. While this certainly makes Criminal-Minds-watching me feel much, much better, you also have to face the fact that you audience? Is probably an audience of one.
(b) I find myself struck by a case of writer's block these days. I can write about the weather - fine, beautiful. I can write about the news - terrible fighting, economic meltdown, political spats. I can write about my pet - adorable, overweight, utterly spoiled. You see my point? The only thing we know best is ourselves - although, grant you, sometimes that isn't true (I mean, say you're insane - do you really know yourself then?) BUT at the very least, our knowledge of ourself is quite quite vast. About what can you write pages and pages? I mean, secrets should take at least two-third of the thing, and the rest maybe a mix of resentments, guilt, and what am I forgetting? Oh yes, those elusive moments of joy.
So go ahead, think about yourself. What exactly would you write down?
Oh, yes, all this has distracted me from my original point. Which is: While it may be tempting to overcome writer's block by using yourself as the subject, please keep in mind that oversharing is tacky.
(Just like numbers after usernames.)
Now, let's address these two points.
(a) Unless you tell someone you know in real life your online name, there is perhaps a one in a trillion trillion trillion cubed chance that they'll figure it out on their own. The world is huge, people, the world is huge. While this certainly makes Criminal-Minds-watching me feel much, much better, you also have to face the fact that you audience? Is probably an audience of one.
(b) I find myself struck by a case of writer's block these days. I can write about the weather - fine, beautiful. I can write about the news - terrible fighting, economic meltdown, political spats. I can write about my pet - adorable, overweight, utterly spoiled. You see my point? The only thing we know best is ourselves - although, grant you, sometimes that isn't true (I mean, say you're insane - do you really know yourself then?) BUT at the very least, our knowledge of ourself is quite quite vast. About what can you write pages and pages? I mean, secrets should take at least two-third of the thing, and the rest maybe a mix of resentments, guilt, and what am I forgetting? Oh yes, those elusive moments of joy.
So go ahead, think about yourself. What exactly would you write down?
Oh, yes, all this has distracted me from my original point. Which is: While it may be tempting to overcome writer's block by using yourself as the subject, please keep in mind that oversharing is tacky.
(Just like numbers after usernames.)
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
REC: InuYasha
Some people spell it with a lower-case "y" but I always capitalize it. I have no idea why but includes this in my reasons-why-I-have-OCD list. Yes, it is quite extensive.
A good friend of mine has recently divulged to me that she isn't familiar with anime/manga.
I shall give you all time to gasp in horror or faint out of your chairs.
So I give you the first of a series of reviews: InuYasha, my first ever anime/manga created by the JK Rowling of the manga world, Rumiko Takahashi.
I warn you now, spoilers may exist below.
The plot seems simple: a teenage girl - Kagome - travels 500 years back in time through a well. Her first action is - well, after wandering around in a confused daze - is to free a half-demon sealed into a tree. His name? InuYasha, which apparently means "dog-something" - do we have any Japanese experts in the audience? Then because men are all jerks, the guy attacks her, believing her to be the priestess who sealed him in the first place, 50 years ago. Spoiler alert here, Kagome isn't but she is the reincarnation of the priestess, Kikyo who also so happens to be InuYasha's ex. The scene is set for a tragic love triangle that annoys me to be honest. Kikyo annoys me, I mean, I feel for her, really I do, she's a tragic character but her later actions? WTF?
Moving on from the love triangle that just won't die, Kagome manages to subdue InuYasha with magical beads. This I thought was a clever thing on the mangaka's part; with one oh so appropriate word "Sit," from Kagome, InuYasha faceplants into the ground, often several inches in.
Now what really drives the plotline is the Shikon jewel, which is reputed to grant its holder any wish. This I thought was weird but Kagome brought the jewel back into the feudal era because it was in her body: this centipede demon (who seriously needs a bra) actually bites Kagome and out comes the jewel. Yeah, that happened. And then there's a mad grab for it because well, grants-wishes? Then some crow demon snatches it away. Kagome, being told she is the reincarnation of archer-priestess Kikyo, does archery for the first time in her life. She hits the crow on her second try I think but ends up shattering the jewel, the shards rain all over the land.
Well, now she must go and collect them all, now doesn't she? (Well, if she doesn't, then the manga ends right there.)
Now, he doesn't appear in the first episode sadly but Sesshoumaru. I just love him. He appears in a handful of episodes but he was my first anime crush. Wow, that sounds so sad.
In fanfiction, I ship Sesshoumaru/Kagome. Yes, they hardly ever meet in canon but there's just something about those characters together that... well, for whatever reason, this ship is my OTP.
Oh and I also love Miroku/Sango. Of course that's canon, so it's less rebellious but I think they make a cute couple. And in the epilogue with their twin daughters! SO CUTE.
So verdict? The episodes are rather repetitive: encounter a demon after a jewel shard, fight it, Kagome screams "InuYasha!" a lot, kill it, end episode. Some episodes actually have plot development, especially ones concerning InuYasha's family. You can pretty much cherry pick the episodes to watch, but definitely see the first few and last few episodes. (Oh and the ones involving Sesshoumaru because well, <3). There are healthy doses of humour in between the serious stuff; it's not gratuitously violent or gory; and there's a happy, somewhat-resolved ending.
So even shorter verdict? 4.5/5
A good friend of mine has recently divulged to me that she isn't familiar with anime/manga.
I shall give you all time to gasp in horror or faint out of your chairs.
So I give you the first of a series of reviews: InuYasha, my first ever anime/manga created by the JK Rowling of the manga world, Rumiko Takahashi.
I warn you now, spoilers may exist below.
The plot seems simple: a teenage girl - Kagome - travels 500 years back in time through a well. Her first action is - well, after wandering around in a confused daze - is to free a half-demon sealed into a tree. His name? InuYasha, which apparently means "dog-something" - do we have any Japanese experts in the audience? Then because men are all jerks, the guy attacks her, believing her to be the priestess who sealed him in the first place, 50 years ago. Spoiler alert here, Kagome isn't but she is the reincarnation of the priestess, Kikyo who also so happens to be InuYasha's ex. The scene is set for a tragic love triangle that annoys me to be honest. Kikyo annoys me, I mean, I feel for her, really I do, she's a tragic character but her later actions? WTF?
Moving on from the love triangle that just won't die, Kagome manages to subdue InuYasha with magical beads. This I thought was a clever thing on the mangaka's part; with one oh so appropriate word "Sit," from Kagome, InuYasha faceplants into the ground, often several inches in.
Now what really drives the plotline is the Shikon jewel, which is reputed to grant its holder any wish. This I thought was weird but Kagome brought the jewel back into the feudal era because it was in her body: this centipede demon (who seriously needs a bra) actually bites Kagome and out comes the jewel. Yeah, that happened. And then there's a mad grab for it because well, grants-wishes? Then some crow demon snatches it away. Kagome, being told she is the reincarnation of archer-priestess Kikyo, does archery for the first time in her life. She hits the crow on her second try I think but ends up shattering the jewel, the shards rain all over the land.
Well, now she must go and collect them all, now doesn't she? (Well, if she doesn't, then the manga ends right there.)
Now, he doesn't appear in the first episode sadly but Sesshoumaru. I just love him. He appears in a handful of episodes but he was my first anime crush. Wow, that sounds so sad.
In fanfiction, I ship Sesshoumaru/Kagome. Yes, they hardly ever meet in canon but there's just something about those characters together that... well, for whatever reason, this ship is my OTP.
Oh and I also love Miroku/Sango. Of course that's canon, so it's less rebellious but I think they make a cute couple. And in the epilogue with their twin daughters! SO CUTE.
So verdict? The episodes are rather repetitive: encounter a demon after a jewel shard, fight it, Kagome screams "InuYasha!" a lot, kill it, end episode. Some episodes actually have plot development, especially ones concerning InuYasha's family. You can pretty much cherry pick the episodes to watch, but definitely see the first few and last few episodes. (Oh and the ones involving Sesshoumaru because well, <3). There are healthy doses of humour in between the serious stuff; it's not gratuitously violent or gory; and there's a happy, somewhat-resolved ending.
So even shorter verdict? 4.5/5
Thursday, 1 September 2011
I suppose
I suppose this is my shout out to the world. I suppose this is me, standing on a metaphorical stage, having forgotten my lines and thus thankful that I cannot see the faces in the audience.
So here's to the this blog, where you'll read all (or nothing at all) about my life, my loves...hmm, I cannot think of another l-word. Let's just leave it at that then, shall we?
So here's to the this blog, where you'll read all (or nothing at all) about my life, my loves...hmm, I cannot think of another l-word. Let's just leave it at that then, shall we?
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