Today, I acquired a copy of Usher's new album, the atrociously-titled 'Looking 4 Myself'. Somewhat more surprisingly, and despite the desecration of the English language, I duly listened to it.
It is better than his last effort. However, that means very, very little, given how poor I thought the last album was.
On this album, he's becoming progressively less Usher, and more electro-pop-trash. Despite me hoping otherwise, the sound is predominantly, and heavily electro. While at least he does it better than on the last album, I'm still not a massive fan of this new sound. They've also done this weird thing with his voice when it's in the lower register. I think they've really warped it with autotune or something. Sounds strange and not like him at all.
For some bizarre reason, and I don't know whether it's his fault, or the producers', or whoever, but two of the best songs are from the ones that aren't on the proper album - that is, the ones that are only found on the deluxe edition, or whatever it's called. Like this one:
How amazing is it?! So smoove and cool.
On the album proper, the two best songs are a toss up between this:
and this:
Leaning more towards the latter, because I think it's truly innovative, well-constructed, melodically pleasing, cool, and a little bit different. Sort of electro, but heavily RnB.
I'm putting money on him reverting to R&B next time out, because I think this predominantly electro mess - not just with respect to him, but to music in general - is going to get stale really quickly. While I wouldn't say everything sounds the same, many songs now sound very similar, and it's all getting a tad boring. I first started loving his music because of how cool it was, and how nice his voice was. The electro is starting to ruin both aspects. While I don't think it would be pragmatic or interesting at all to revert to exactly the same sound, 'Say the Words' illustrates how old and new can be melded together with very pleasing results.
Maybe it's more wishful thinking than any true prediction. Sometimes, though, they can be one and the same thing. (So profound right?).
Word of the Day: Melodically
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Monday, 11 June 2012
Sunday, 20 May 2012
Suprise Song Sunday: Superstar - Usher
I'm your number one fan,
Give me your autograph,
Sign it right here on my heart.
Some vintage-ish, cheesy, sweet Usher to brighten up your Sunday. Assuming that your Sunday does, in fact, need brightening up. Or that it is possible to brighten up your Sunday at all.
So, how about that Chelsea, eh? Plucky little Chelsea, with their fifty million pound substitute striker. Plucky little Chelsea, with their squad costing a bazillion pounds over seven years. Plucky little Chelsea, winning the Champions League.
Seriously, how? How the hell did they win that thing? I mean, we beat these guys 5-3 earlier in the season for crying out loud. And we suck.
The silver lining is, of course, that Spurs lose their Champions League berth. But really, that's clutching at straws/trying really hard to find the silver lining/being a hardline optimist. I would much rather have seen Chelsea lose than Spurs not get their Champions League spot. In case you haven't been told, this makes them the first London club to win the Champions League.
Oh. My. God.
Also, there's so much wrong with their team and their captain. Just...everything about them.
*Vomits*
It has to be said though, that Bayern Munich are absolute bottlers. Of the highest order. They were at home. They were, at least on paper, the superior side. They took 82 minutes to score against a, at the best of times, very mediocre Chelsea side, which, on the day, had an extremely patched-up defence.
And then went on to concede the equaliser a couple of minutes later.
And then miss a penalty in extra time.
And then screw up the shootout.
Football, I'm getting quite fed up with you and your crazy ways.
But I'll be back for the Euros.
Word of the Day: Bottler
Thursday, 8 March 2012
She opened up the door and didn't want to come near me
One of the greatest music videos ever.
Such drama. Drama on drama.
And Usher taking off his clothes unnecessarily. Not that that's something that really adds anything to the video for me, but you know, it's there.
Word of the Day: Drama
Sunday, 9 October 2011
I will never win this game, without you
Suddenly started listening to this song obsessively, for no apparent reason. Maybe it's some kind of subconscious...something. Whatever.
This assignment is giving me the irrates. I don't know how to do it. There's nobody I can really go to for help. And I have other stuff to deal with as well.
Stuff that requires hard work, hours upon hours of work, I can deal with, as long as I have a little bit of a clue what's going on. I just hate trying to do something without any modicum of certainty. Or, at least, something that matters.
Whatever. I'll consult with group members and see if they know a bit more than I. I can't see how they could possibly know less than me. Knowing less than me would take them into negative knowledge territory. Which is slightly silly.
Word of the Day: Modicum
Monday, 21 March 2011
Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaah man
Taking a break from Linguistics, because it's doing my head in at the moment.
Usher gig was sublime. Trey Songz opening spoiled it a little I think, because that guy was atrocious. He just kept singing about how he was single, how good he is at life, how he's single and ladies should get with him, and that he was single and that he liked ladies.
Maybe it was a ploy by Usher to make himself look even more awesome in comparison.
And he was awesome. All-singing, all-dancing, all-talking. And he did all of that to perfection.
I thought that the best thing about the whole gig was that he sang so much of his old stuff. Kind of makes me wish I'd gotten better tickets for the spectacle. Don't know how much longer it's going to be until he performs his old stuff again.
His MJ tribute was also very classy. Just dancing, no singing. Reminded me of the very touching John Mayer rendition of 'Human Nature' at the MJ memorial. All guitar, no singing. Something about not knowing him personally, so it wouldn't be right to sing. Here it is here.
Still gives me shivers.
Even though Usher did know him personally, I still think it was a great idea. So he put on the MJ shoes, and danced.
I thought the whole thing was really a subtle MJ tribute. The red leather jacket, the MJ-aping dance moves.
Good stuff all around.
I'm going to leave you with this little video today. I thought I'd posted it at least a million times already, but I don't think I have, because the official vid won't let me embed it. You can have this pirated version instead.
Laters, Usher fans.
Word of the Day: Usher
Credit to Sarah Huang for the photo.
Usher gig was sublime. Trey Songz opening spoiled it a little I think, because that guy was atrocious. He just kept singing about how he was single, how good he is at life, how he's single and ladies should get with him, and that he was single and that he liked ladies.
Maybe it was a ploy by Usher to make himself look even more awesome in comparison.
And he was awesome. All-singing, all-dancing, all-talking. And he did all of that to perfection.
I thought that the best thing about the whole gig was that he sang so much of his old stuff. Kind of makes me wish I'd gotten better tickets for the spectacle. Don't know how much longer it's going to be until he performs his old stuff again.
See the thang, about you, that caught my eye
Is the same thing that make, me change, my mind
His MJ tribute was also very classy. Just dancing, no singing. Reminded me of the very touching John Mayer rendition of 'Human Nature' at the MJ memorial. All guitar, no singing. Something about not knowing him personally, so it wouldn't be right to sing. Here it is here.
Why, why, tell them that it's human nature.
Still gives me shivers.
Even though Usher did know him personally, I still think it was a great idea. So he put on the MJ shoes, and danced.
All hail the King.
I thought the whole thing was really a subtle MJ tribute. The red leather jacket, the MJ-aping dance moves.
Good stuff all around.
I'm going to leave you with this little video today. I thought I'd posted it at least a million times already, but I don't think I have, because the official vid won't let me embed it. You can have this pirated version instead.
Laters, Usher fans.
Word of the Day: Usher
Credit to Sarah Huang for the photo.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Secrets, lies, and webs of deceit.
Most of that title has little-to-no bearing on this post.
Anyway.
So it's 2 a.m. in the morning, and I got back from the Usher concert not so long ago. More about that in a later post.
Right now, I just had a mini-epiphany. Possibly Usher-inspired.
Contrary to what I said in my last post, I will tell you why I'm a little bit upset. I've just managed to put my finger on why.
Out of all my friends who have organised tables, brought tickets, and are going to the Commerce Ball, not one of them asked me. Not one. Not a single one.
Which is quite upsetting.
Yeah, I know an outsider looking at this (or sometimes not even outsiders) would go, "Hey, why didn't you ask them?"
Why would I ask them when I have no table formulated? Would it not make more sense for the person with the table, or at least the person organising, to ask? I mean, someone has to start asking. And I'm thoroughly sick of being that person.
Worst thing about all this is, I know, or I predict, that people will go to the Law Ball, Arts Ball, or whatever ball later in the year, and still not ask me about it.
Yesterday, I heard my father pondering to his sister on the phone: "I don't know why (so-and-so) dislike me. I don't know what I've done to offend them. In fact, often I go out of my way to help them."
Maybe it runs in the family.
Having said that, I feel a lot sorrier for my father than I do for myself. Because I'm not the most likeable of people, and I can understand why nobody would ask me even though I consider them my friend. But I know for a fact that my father has been nothing but nice to said person, and has done so much for them it's beyond comprehension.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that it could be worse. And anyway, the situation is beyond saving now. I mean, I can't go even if people paid me to go, let alone just asked me. No more tickets, and all that. Final year, so not more Commerce Ball for me next year.
Which, I think, is the thing that makes me truly feel sad. No joke. I actually feel quite a deep sense of regret and sadness (not to mention exclusion) at not being able to go to a real ball (I don't count the ASEAN one) in my four years at uni.
So I guess the only thing I've gotten out of this whole thing is a lesson.
Yes, this ball seems to cause a bit of distress every year. It's because it's a distressing thing. But yeah, whatever. No point forcing my company on people that clearly don't value me as much as I value them.
But life goes on, and all that. I have friends. Not that many, but it's all about the quality. And I truly believe that my friends (I use this term in the strictest sense possible here) are some of the highest-quality people that a man could ask for.
Don't really feel like blogging about Usher right now, so I'll probably do it in a day or two.
Laters.
Word of the Day: Ball
Anyway.
So it's 2 a.m. in the morning, and I got back from the Usher concert not so long ago. More about that in a later post.
Right now, I just had a mini-epiphany. Possibly Usher-inspired.
Contrary to what I said in my last post, I will tell you why I'm a little bit upset. I've just managed to put my finger on why.
Out of all my friends who have organised tables, brought tickets, and are going to the Commerce Ball, not one of them asked me. Not one. Not a single one.
Which is quite upsetting.
Yeah, I know an outsider looking at this (or sometimes not even outsiders) would go, "Hey, why didn't you ask them?"
Why would I ask them when I have no table formulated? Would it not make more sense for the person with the table, or at least the person organising, to ask? I mean, someone has to start asking. And I'm thoroughly sick of being that person.
Worst thing about all this is, I know, or I predict, that people will go to the Law Ball, Arts Ball, or whatever ball later in the year, and still not ask me about it.
Yesterday, I heard my father pondering to his sister on the phone: "I don't know why (so-and-so) dislike me. I don't know what I've done to offend them. In fact, often I go out of my way to help them."
Maybe it runs in the family.
Having said that, I feel a lot sorrier for my father than I do for myself. Because I'm not the most likeable of people, and I can understand why nobody would ask me even though I consider them my friend. But I know for a fact that my father has been nothing but nice to said person, and has done so much for them it's beyond comprehension.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is that it could be worse. And anyway, the situation is beyond saving now. I mean, I can't go even if people paid me to go, let alone just asked me. No more tickets, and all that. Final year, so not more Commerce Ball for me next year.
Which, I think, is the thing that makes me truly feel sad. No joke. I actually feel quite a deep sense of regret and sadness (not to mention exclusion) at not being able to go to a real ball (I don't count the ASEAN one) in my four years at uni.
So I guess the only thing I've gotten out of this whole thing is a lesson.
Yes, this ball seems to cause a bit of distress every year. It's because it's a distressing thing. But yeah, whatever. No point forcing my company on people that clearly don't value me as much as I value them.
But life goes on, and all that. I have friends. Not that many, but it's all about the quality. And I truly believe that my friends (I use this term in the strictest sense possible here) are some of the highest-quality people that a man could ask for.
Don't really feel like blogging about Usher right now, so I'll probably do it in a day or two.
Laters.
Word of the Day: Ball
Friday, 18 March 2011
Which seat? Oh, the dilemma. The choices. So many.
Usher concert tomorrow!
Other than that, I really don't have anything meaningful to blog about. I just started constructing this post (constructing sounds so much more professional than ' to cobble together') this post out of (a) slight boredom, (b) slight burnout from uni work and stuff, and (c) a few of my 'friends' upsetting me a tad.
I just realised that 'upset' makes it seem like I've been crying. I haven't. 'Upset' here means: not very pleased.
Various reasons for this, and all that. Can't be bothered going in to it, because it would just upset everybody. And then 'upset' here might actually mean cry.
Anyway, this post - nay, a lot of this blog - is a catharsis for that upsettage. Or just general upsettage. Kind of lets me siphon off some of my emotions, so that I can turn back into the cold, dispassionate, rational person that many people seem to think I am.
And since it is a Friday, what other song could I leave you with but this.
Sorry, couldn't resist. If you haven't heard it yet, highly recommend that you listen to it, so that you know what not to do if you want to make a good song. Actually, don't just listen to it. Listen to and watch it. Then you'll know what not to do if you want to make a good song AND a good music video. Then you can promptly return back to that proverbial rock that you've been living under for the last month.
Word of the Day: Upsettage
Other than that, I really don't have anything meaningful to blog about. I just started constructing this post (constructing sounds so much more professional than ' to cobble together') this post out of (a) slight boredom, (b) slight burnout from uni work and stuff, and (c) a few of my 'friends' upsetting me a tad.
I just realised that 'upset' makes it seem like I've been crying. I haven't. 'Upset' here means: not very pleased.
Various reasons for this, and all that. Can't be bothered going in to it, because it would just upset everybody. And then 'upset' here might actually mean cry.
Anyway, this post - nay, a lot of this blog - is a catharsis for that upsettage. Or just general upsettage. Kind of lets me siphon off some of my emotions, so that I can turn back into the cold, dispassionate, rational person that many people seem to think I am.
And since it is a Friday, what other song could I leave you with but this.
Sorry, couldn't resist. If you haven't heard it yet, highly recommend that you listen to it, so that you know what not to do if you want to make a good song. Actually, don't just listen to it. Listen to and watch it. Then you'll know what not to do if you want to make a good song AND a good music video. Then you can promptly return back to that proverbial rock that you've been living under for the last month.
Word of the Day: Upsettage
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
My heart is like an open highway
I hate getting crushes. I really do. Most annoying things ever. Simultaneously distracting, depressing, and uplifting. Far out.
But if this were not to happen, would i truly be human?
Look at me. Two days into this Leaders thing, and I'm already being all philosophical and stuff.
Today, I also got 'U Remind Me' by Usher stuck in my head again. I think it's been on here once before (or maybe twice. Or maybe three times. Or maybe just once), so I won't do it again.
Also, on a completely random note, overly-clingy boyfriends annoy me. Clingy to the point where it's almost as if they're stalking their girlfriend. Like, seriously, do you have to to be everywhere that she is at any given moment? I mean, it's not like he's cutting my lunch or anything, this possibly-hypothetical male, but it just irks me for some inexplicable reason.
Overly-clingy girlfriends annoy me less. I guess it's mostly to do with the fact that it's more normal. More being a key word there. Amongst the other key words.
Word of the Day: Simultaneously
Friday, 22 October 2010
Superstar
Last day of the semester, and it's kind of bittersweet, for some bizarre reason. Fantastic weather though.
Last night, a strange thought took me.
I came to the realisation that I really, really missed that star of jars that I gave to that crazy Linda girl.
No joke. I'm actually really, really (time to go to the adjectives shop and make a few purchases) cut about it. I don't know what would be worse. The fact that it's in the bin, or the fact that she's still got it.
It probably seems a bit irrational to the neutral observer, but there are reasons.
Firstly, when I was making that thing, I made it with a view to giving it to a girl I truly liked.
I guess what I should have saved it for was love.
Secondly, that jar took ages to make. Not only that, it was an ingenious creation, even if I do say so myself. A thing of real beauty. I don't know whether I'll be able to recreate it, or whether I would want to. Time will tell.
Lastly...well, there is no lastly. It was just beautiful, that's all. At least I've still got photos. Maybe I should be a jerk and ask for it back. Somehow. I don't even know if I have her number anymore.
Yeah, I don't know what made me randomly think of that again. But I really do miss it. I have this weird tendency to get attached to random inanimate objects. Argh.
Actually, I think I only have photos of it in it's half-completed state. Which it was in for years, because I didn't know who I was going to give it to.
Sigh.
I can't find it on my hard-drive, but here is the post that it was originally in. Note the date. End of 2007. Almost three years. So, in effect, it was sitting around, half-completed, for almost two years before I completed it and gifted it. I feel stupid sometimes.
Let that be a lesson to you, young ones. Don't go thinking that somebody likes you, and giving them stuff that you'll miss deeply.
I'll leave you with a song that's semi-relevant.
Give me your autograph, sign it right here on my heart.
Word of the Day: Stars
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Clump
Something is unsettling me right now. I can't really place what it is, but it's really distracting.
Actually, I think I do know what it is. Or what they are. I think it's a combination of things, which by themselves, in isolation, wouldn't be much of a problem. But group them all together, and you just feel uneasy all the time. Or I feel uneasy all the time.
In other news, I got tickets to Usher. I'm so excited for it, it's not even funny. Like, I get to see this legend move and sing IN REAL LIFE.
Funnily enough, I'm not going to be leaving you with a song from Usher. I will instead leave you with a song that resonates with me and my current mood. It is a very good song, in fact, I would say the best song, from one of the best albums ever. It's absolutely gorgeous and beautiful.
I promise you this, I'll always look out for you
Actually, screw that. You can have a song from Usher.
U got it bad, when you're on the phone, hang up, and you call right back.
Classic right there. Catch y'all later.
Word of the Day: Isolation
Thursday, 15 April 2010
A selection of songs that I have been listening to in unhealthy amounts
These songs have been stuck in my head at various times during the week, all for different reasons.
Stupid official clip won't let me embed it :(.
I swear he's 12.
Yeah. Just...yeah. First heard this in the pool hall with Victor actually. Again, can't embed official clip.
Dammit. Can't embed the official clip of this either.
Love this song. Amazing vocals.
Such a sweet, sweet love song. And short. Short and sweet. Relatively easy to play too.
And of course, this one. This one is like, permanently stuck in my head. Probably because I always find myself in the state that Usher finds himself in this song. Like, always. And, believe it or not, this clip is actually less gay than the official clip. No homo.
When things start getting tough, music is an oasis of solitude.
Word of the Day: Music
Stupid official clip won't let me embed it :(.
I swear he's 12.
Yeah. Just...yeah. First heard this in the pool hall with Victor actually. Again, can't embed official clip.
Dammit. Can't embed the official clip of this either.
Love this song. Amazing vocals.
Such a sweet, sweet love song. And short. Short and sweet. Relatively easy to play too.
And of course, this one. This one is like, permanently stuck in my head. Probably because I always find myself in the state that Usher finds himself in this song. Like, always. And, believe it or not, this clip is actually less gay than the official clip. No homo.
When things start getting tough, music is an oasis of solitude.
Word of the Day: Music
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Thanks
And as if just to reinforce the point, Arsenal won against Hull this morning, capping off what turned out to be quite a swell week for me.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you may recall that I predicted that good week would follow after Arsenal beat Liverpool on the weekend. Read for more information.
By swell, I mean mostly good.
Annual Kris Kringle with A Rotational Roster of People on Thursday night went quite well, except for the timing issues. I have no idea why, on that day, people had to turn up late, leave early, and just generally not fit in with the plan. Must have been a bad day to pick. But apart from that, it all clicked together fairly well. Most things that I plan generally do, I think, except when people mess them up for me.
Anyway, I got a shirt to add to my growing collection (thanks Davy), and Yvonne seemed pleased with what I gave her. I hope. Unless I'm reading the signs wrong again, as I am wont to do. I think everyone else liked the 'things' that I made them, useless and non-functional though they may be, and Linda didn't kill me for defying her direct order not to make her anything, so I guess that worked out alright. All I know is that I've been completely turned off folding stars, at least for a while, and Sicilian salmon with potatoes at Airstream is also getting a bit old. Alas, must find new thrills.
Imesha and Linda bailed halfway through our dinner, so we moseyed on down to the cinema to watch Avatar.
Personally, I didn't like the 3Dness. Apart from the fact that you had to pay an extra dollar to watch 3D (unless you're Yvonne and have five pairs of spare 3D goggles at home), I thought that it actually made most of the movie look worse. I wasn't really feeling the 3D, and when I did, it just looked like one of those dodgy lenticular things you get out of chip packets. It looked less realistic than it would have on a normal screen. Everything just sort of looked stuck on. But it was a good movie. Not that Davy would know. I found out just then that he fell asleep during the film. He's making a habit of this. First New Moon with his girl, then Avatar.
On Friday, nothing much happened, except for Victor coming over and fiddling with my computers, and FIFA 10. Thanks Victor.
Saturday, would've liked to have gone to Kylie's, but no transport/didn't want to trouble other people in giving me a lift/ditched by Victor. Sorry Kylie.
Just then was the NQT Christmas dinner. It was cool. Found out that Catherine is a pretty cool person, and that I'm a pretty terrible person to sit next to at dinner, as I pretty much go quiet. Also, 'Same Girl' is a universally recognised benchmark of an awesome song.
Here's to having more fun-laden and awesome times ahead. It's a shame really, because I have all this free time, and no-one to spend it with. Guess I'll just practice my newly-acquired guitar (thanks for the Christmas present parents) and my grandpa clarinet. Perhaps working out more. But definitely no more folding of stars.
Word of the Day: Thanks
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you may recall that I predicted that good week would follow after Arsenal beat Liverpool on the weekend. Read for more information.
By swell, I mean mostly good.
Annual Kris Kringle with A Rotational Roster of People on Thursday night went quite well, except for the timing issues. I have no idea why, on that day, people had to turn up late, leave early, and just generally not fit in with the plan. Must have been a bad day to pick. But apart from that, it all clicked together fairly well. Most things that I plan generally do, I think, except when people mess them up for me.
Anyway, I got a shirt to add to my growing collection (thanks Davy), and Yvonne seemed pleased with what I gave her. I hope. Unless I'm reading the signs wrong again, as I am wont to do. I think everyone else liked the 'things' that I made them, useless and non-functional though they may be, and Linda didn't kill me for defying her direct order not to make her anything, so I guess that worked out alright. All I know is that I've been completely turned off folding stars, at least for a while, and Sicilian salmon with potatoes at Airstream is also getting a bit old. Alas, must find new thrills.
Imesha and Linda bailed halfway through our dinner, so we moseyed on down to the cinema to watch Avatar.
Personally, I didn't like the 3Dness. Apart from the fact that you had to pay an extra dollar to watch 3D (unless you're Yvonne and have five pairs of spare 3D goggles at home), I thought that it actually made most of the movie look worse. I wasn't really feeling the 3D, and when I did, it just looked like one of those dodgy lenticular things you get out of chip packets. It looked less realistic than it would have on a normal screen. Everything just sort of looked stuck on. But it was a good movie. Not that Davy would know. I found out just then that he fell asleep during the film. He's making a habit of this. First New Moon with his girl, then Avatar.
On Friday, nothing much happened, except for Victor coming over and fiddling with my computers, and FIFA 10. Thanks Victor.
Saturday, would've liked to have gone to Kylie's, but no transport/didn't want to trouble other people in giving me a lift/ditched by Victor. Sorry Kylie.
Just then was the NQT Christmas dinner. It was cool. Found out that Catherine is a pretty cool person, and that I'm a pretty terrible person to sit next to at dinner, as I pretty much go quiet. Also, 'Same Girl' is a universally recognised benchmark of an awesome song.
Here's to having more fun-laden and awesome times ahead. It's a shame really, because I have all this free time, and no-one to spend it with. Guess I'll just practice my newly-acquired guitar (thanks for the Christmas present parents) and my grandpa clarinet. Perhaps working out more. But definitely no more folding of stars.
Word of the Day: Thanks
Saturday, 5 December 2009
I'm so fly, I get jetlag
A lyric from a forthcoming Usher song. Apparently it means "I'm really cool." But "I'm so fly" is so much more eloquent and beautiful in it's pristine awesomeness.
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
So yeah, I haven't been disowned by my mother over my results. She took it quite well actually. She was like, well, you didn't fail, so it's not all bad. But you probably should work out a way to do better next sem, because, you know, accounting is kind of important.
I think I've found a method. The method, passed down the generations, father-to-son and all that jazz, is called prioritising i.e. not pouring my soul into International Studies and French, and actually putting some time into my Commerce subjects.
I would like to know the fail rate though. It would help me put things in perspective.
Went to Mount Dandenong for dinner just then. It's so nice up there. The waitresses, the food, the view, the service, the frigid mountain air. It's cool. Might take someone special up there, when I get a car.
Which brings me nicely to my next point. It appears that I may be getting a car sooner than expected. And sadly, not through any endeavour of my own. Apparently, my dad's thinking about getting a car now. But yeah. That might change in the next week. You can never tell. One week he's all like "No. Final." Then the next week he'll be like "Let's get a second-hand car." Then it'll be back to "No." This week, he was like "Let's get a new car." In summary, I'm not getting my hopes up too much.
Today also marks the beginning of an annual period of stupidity, which I shall now call "Andrew's Awkwardness", because it's alliterative, and...yeah. That's about it.
See, it's around this time in the year, where I realise that I've misplaced the mental Christmas wishlist that I've had stored up in my brain. I'm dead serious, next year, I will write down what I want. Right now, All I can think of is a bag. And like, I'm fairly sure that wasn't on the list until yesterday. Probably because I don't need one all that much. I would ask my parents to get me true love, but the last time I looked, there wasn't much of that on the shelves at Myer.
Word of the Day: Fly
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Lip sinking
What's the big deal about Britney Spears lip synching? Like, hello, she's been doing it ever since her first album. She's never been a very good singer, so what's new? It's almost like going to a Michael Jackson concert and making a big deal out of him dancing and singing live and not lip synching. I won't say who cares, because obviously people do, but I just think it's been completely blown out of proportion, and the reaction has been way, way, way above anything that I'd have expected. It's like the people that paid for the tickets expected her to not lip synch. When I put it like that, how weird does it sound?
Last night, I went to the first of many social events lined up for me these holidays. Banh had his 20th, and it was Friday the 13th. Nothing bad happened, unless you count Victor burning the food a bit. Good food and cool people all around. Sounds like a party I went to once. Oh, and good music, once I changed it to Ursher.
The food was very good. Vast improvement from when I first ate it. Not that it was bad in the first place. Which makes the improvement all the more surprising. Yes.
Yes. I'm suddenly feeling all pops, to use Yvonne terminology. Which is a very, very foreign feeling. Apart from that, things are starting to look on the up, except for being jobless. I shouldn't have said that. Every time I do, my world falls to pieces around me. But I can't help it.
Word of the Day: Britney
Last night, I went to the first of many social events lined up for me these holidays. Banh had his 20th, and it was Friday the 13th. Nothing bad happened, unless you count Victor burning the food a bit. Good food and cool people all around. Sounds like a party I went to once. Oh, and good music, once I changed it to Ursher.
The food was very good. Vast improvement from when I first ate it. Not that it was bad in the first place. Which makes the improvement all the more surprising. Yes.
Yes. I'm suddenly feeling all pops, to use Yvonne terminology. Which is a very, very foreign feeling. Apart from that, things are starting to look on the up, except for being jobless. I shouldn't have said that. Every time I do, my world falls to pieces around me. But I can't help it.
Word of the Day: Britney
Monday, 13 July 2009
Respect to Adam Levine aka Maroon 5 man
There are two artists for whom my respect has just exploded through the roof for in the past two days.
1. Adam Levine. Vocal ability aside, he actually writes the songs for Maroon 5. That came as a big surprise. I have no idea why. I just didn't expect a band with such a poppy sound to have their songs written by their frontman. Bizarre.
2. Usher. Again, completely did not expect him to write his own songs. Ok, so their co-written, which probably means that he changed the "oooo's" to "ahhhh's", or something similarly lame. But still. I thought he never wrote songs.
I guess the moral of this story is to have low expectations, then you'll be blown away when you find out the awesome truth.
Word of the day: Musique
1. Adam Levine. Vocal ability aside, he actually writes the songs for Maroon 5. That came as a big surprise. I have no idea why. I just didn't expect a band with such a poppy sound to have their songs written by their frontman. Bizarre.
2. Usher. Again, completely did not expect him to write his own songs. Ok, so their co-written, which probably means that he changed the "oooo's" to "ahhhh's", or something similarly lame. But still. I thought he never wrote songs.
I guess the moral of this story is to have low expectations, then you'll be blown away when you find out the awesome truth.
Word of the day: Musique
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