Surprise Song Sunday: Eight Days a Week - The Beatles

Always on my mind. 

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Which begs the (slight irrelevant and random) question: what would this hypothetical day be called?

Loveday. Because the world needs more love. And less Thors and Friedas and Weds. Or something. 

Word of the Day: Eight

London 2012 Closing Ceremony.

Or as I like to call it, the Greatest Gig That Ever Was, And Ever Will Be.

Yeah, almost as catchy as the Olympic Anthem.

As I was saying, best gig ever.

At which other gig would you get most-of-Oasis, most-of-Queen, The Spice Girls, Taio Cruz, Jessie J, The Who, David Bowie, George Michael, Take That, One Direction, Beatles songs, Russell Brand singing a Beatles song, and more besides?

None other, that's right.

I don't even like half those guys that I just listed, but other people might. And thus, it adds to a cumulative awesome. If you know what I mean.

And yes, they only had three-quarters of Oasis. They were only missing THEIR BEST QUARTER. And yes, Liam's voice is incredibly nasally now. But whatever. They sang Wonderwall, and if I'm not very much mistaken, it got the biggest cheer/singalong of the night bar Spice Girls. Or at least, the biggest singalong. Such a stadium song.

Obviously, the spectacle wasn't as OMG amazeballs at the Opening Ceremony, but whatever. I'm in it for the music, man.

Seriously. I actually watched 0 minutes of sporting activities.

But Opening and Closing Ceremonies, I'm there. Especially if they're British.

Brazil 2016 should also be a riot. I don't know what it is about samba music, but it makes me want to move.

So goodbye London. I liked you. You have a certain charm about you that I can't quite attribute to one particular feature about you. I'm gonna be deep and say it's your soul and personality that I'm attracted to.

Back to news from Andrewland.

As usual, nothing overly exciting to report. Just finished off my major essay for the Holocaust unit that I went to Europe for. Yes, there was work involved for that.

Also, I'm kind of starting to make a mini-breakthrough with my thesis. Don't tell anyone, but I think how breakthroughy I get with my thesis, and work in general, may be positively correlated with me actually working on it/talking to people that know more stuff about it about it (yeah, repeated words no typo!)

PS. What's with people calling it the 'Closing Ceremonies'? I noticed it with the Opening Ceremony as well. They were trending on Twitter and all as well. It drives me mad. It's almost as annoying as 'Daylight savings'. Urgh.

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how.

Word of the Day: Andrewland

Hong Storm.

This place is contriving to give me zero sleep today.

I try to go to bed at 1:30, but I think a combination of the heat and anticipation of being home kept me up for about an hour.

Then, around half an hour ago, I awoke to the sound of thunder clapping and the pitter patter of rain. Actually, more PITTER PATTER. And THUNDERRRRR CLAPPING. The sound more like canon shots. I'm not even kidding.

So now I can't sleep. Won't stop me from popping on The Beatles and trying though.

There were birds

In the sky

But I never

Saw them winging

No, I never saw them winging

Til there was you.

Word of the Day: Pitter

Til there was you.

I love this song. So cheesy, but so pleasing to the ears. Kind of like most Beatles songs actually.

Also, if you're interested in linguistics at all (I know, who would be?), the first time I properly listened to this song was when my Linguistics lecturer from last semester was all like, "Hey, this song is a great example of the rhotic 'r' that's found in American English."

See, The Beatles overcompensate for their lack of rhotic Rs, because they're from Liverpool (innit), and so, I dunno, they feel insecure or something. So yeah, that's why you get the ridiculously overemphasised, and oftentimes made-up, rhotic R on words such as saw(R). Yep.

Word of the Day: Rhotic  

Happy New Year 2011

Just when I was starting to get used to writing a '10' at the end of dates, it's 2011.

Happy New Year! May it be a good one, filled with joy, and joyness, and good times. Hopefully I get to Huang out with you all more often. Oh dear.

I was going to do a New Year's resolution thing, but I don't really have one. If I make one up now, I'll be compelled to act on it, and probably make a fool of myself again. So I won't be doing it.

I also just finished watching Love Actually. A truly fantastic film. Bits of a it are a bit...unrealistic. Like, how people fall deeply in love after having known each other for 30 seconds. But I guess it's done for efficiency, and I guess we're not supposed to focus on how they fall in love in 30 seconds, but more on other stuff. Like how Alan Rickman still sounds like Snape, even though he's clearly not Snape in the film.

Ok, here's one. It's not really a resolution of sorts, but more of a goal thing. I'm going to be less proud, or try to. I will try and instigate conversation, and not play the foolish game where we all sit around waiting for a person to start talking to you. I'm going to try and ask for help if I need it. Academically, spiritually, emotionally, physically, and all that. Starting now. I see people who will never instigate a conversation with me on MSN, online right now, and I am going to talk to them.

Have a good one!

Currently listening to: Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except me and my Monkey by The Beatles.
Word of the Day: Resolution