Random annoying person
Argh I thought WoW was pretty much immune from those idiots who like to flame people randomly and spell awfully like they're from pre-school. And it proved to be the case for years, until today when I met a stupid ass who told me to "stop bein a dam bich". And uh.. I totally didn't understand him, therefore I told him to be nice, not to curse, and that I wasn't doing anything particularly bitchy to him (unlike now). And he told me he'll "curse if I dam well fell lik it". Well, whatever floats your boat, dude. It figures that you'd call your character Babbett. Like, is that some kind of amalgamation of Jabba the hutt and Boba Fett or something? Too bad for you, they were slimy and gross. And Boba Fett like was cloned to make an army of evil aliens. Says alot about his genes, eh?
I hit the ignore button. Seriously, I thought such losers only lived in Maplestory and played free dota games on Garena. Urgh. It's making me fume. My wonderful sanctuary away from dumbasses has been violated, finally. But that aside, this week's episode of Bleach was the best filler ever! If all Bleach episodes are so inspired and hilarious and make great use of the wonderful cast that has been painstakingly built up over the years, I wouldn't mind watching a few months' worth of fillers. I shall try to remember Yachiru's adorable antics to make myself feel better.
I shall like... go back to wow now.
Labels: random obsessive rants, television
Miley kicks your ignorant, grammatically incorrect ass
Ok, I haven't felt compelled to write more than one post a week for like half a year now, so this feels like spamming to my uh... blogging sensitivities. But yes. I digress.
Anyway, I am annoyed! Which isn't a new state of being warranting another blog post less than 12 hours after the previous one, but this is something of great importance. I think. Haha.
So like I was happily browsing videos on youtube because I am a shameless person who watches music videos online instead of spending the money to buy the video or procure the damn thing through less pirate-y methods. And I, being rather partial to catchy pop songs, was watching Just Stand Up because I realised I never saw the damn video for the song. So I like decided to read the comments, which proved to be a mistake that I shall never learn to avoid making. I mean, it's not like I didn't know people were stupid, and that I should just seek my own counsel, but yes, the point is that I read the remarks. (I'm trying to be clear and concise, after I got dissed for being convoluted, as well as having a potato in my mouth while presenting in camp)
So I saw remarks dissing Miley Cyrus for supposedly ruining the track! Which got me fuming immediately, because that is like a totally unfair thing to do! I mean, Miley makes the song like interesting and brings in a totally different demographic from like Mariah Carey or whatever, and that is what's important when trying to raise money for and awareness about cancer. But no, some people can't get past their prejudices against Miley because she is a Disney star. Which is a perfectly decent career and the fact that she was making use of her influence to do something good makes her a commendable person. But people who diss Miley can't get past that. They put up comments like Miley should just get lost, and they even manage to spell that wrongly (for the sake of keeping my blog grammatically pure, I shall not deign to quote them verbatim).
Ok, so Miley doesn't have 7 octaves, or whatever it is that Mariah Carey has, and she doesn't have a huge wallet like Beyonce does, or that tits and sluttiness that Nicole Scherzinger has, but she makes the song interesting. There's a nice poppy feel that makes it more down to earth instead of just another powerhouse song by a bunch of powerhouse singers. The blend of both makes the track better than either alone, and I personally find most songs nowadays formulaic, so a blend of so many musical styles is pretty amazing.
And it's not like Miley Cyrus can't sing. She has a decent voice. So yes, she's not Christina Aguilera, but she can hold her own. And for God's sake, she's like less than 20. If people just criticised her and wait for her to fall, she'll never reach her full potential. What I like best about her is that she isn't like gorgeous, or skanky or whatever, but she still has the chutzpah to face the crowd and carry and and make catchy songs.
She's fun to watch and listen to, which is a great asset. Which is why I watched the Hannah Montana movie and totally enjoyed it. She has more talent than people say!
Argh the worst of all the critics are the dumb ones. Especially the dumb ones who can't spell properly.
Ok. Cathartic process complete. I shall go shower and prepare to book in now.
Labels: music, random obsessive rants, ridiculous behaviour
Aimlessness
My life when I book out now consists of eating, sleeping, restaurant city, Sims 3, and WOW.
Unfortunately for me, Sims 3 turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. I mean, the changes to the job system I like, but the neighbourhood and stuff aren't too exciting. And the interface is pretty much the same, but slightly more annoying. Or maybe it's because I was expecting too much from the new installment, since Sims 2 was a huge improvement over the original in terms of pretty much everything. But oh well, it's still alright. And expansion packs always make things better.
The void in my weekend life caused by the inopportune exit of Gossip Girl from primetime television in the middle of the year is not being filled. I have like, no purpose in life other than to survive army and uh... get my character's level higher. And make my sims' lives happy or miserable. As it is, the latest incarnation of the Sims doesn't quite have the potential for therapy that the previous one did because it's a lot harder to like drown assholes in swimming pools. But you can still wall them in and you can still incinerate them. So thank goodness I have outlets for those little pits of magma in my black, black heart to flow out.
And I was suddenly filled with an urge to write something the other day, and so I started on a short piece of dialogue I shall tentatively name "Conversations with a free ranging chicken". Which I am thinking of posting because I am bored and thoughtful at the moment. Which seems very conducive to misguided attempts at creativity which will result in laughable pieces that I will delete after the initial glee of having written something original.
And now, I think it's time to check on my restaurant in Facebook again.
Labels: bah, boring life updates (of sorts), NS
Annoyance
Omg argh they cannot kill Harribel! No no no no no! She must kick Hitsugaya's ass or it wouldn't be any fun at all. =(
I can't believe I'm booking in at ten thirty tonight. My annoyance level is just about maxed out. Argh argh argh.
This post is more incoherent that usual. I think I'll go out now and meet the primary school classmates. Haha. But like, I haven't read this week's Bleach. Argh argh argh. Annoyed annoyed.
I shall bring Chocolat into camp to read. And then I shall read Game Control!
Lionel Shriver is awesome. After that, I still have Merde Happens. And then, I'll have to go buy books again. But this time, I shall have Borders gift cards from VJ invites judging that I have not used yet. Yayness.
Plus, I am going to collect my Collector's Edition of Sims 3 later! Whoopee! More control freak fun.
Ok this is really random. And I'm trying to make myself less annoyed through distraction. But it's like totally failing miserably.
Toodles.
Labels: bah, boring life updates (of sorts), misc
Inadequate.
That would be the word I'd use to describe many, many things. On Sundays at this time I'm usually more calm, and less nervy that I am now. But then, I don't normally have the luxury of staring at my computer screen and trying to put together my first blog post in months on Sunday nights.
This period in my life is more or less an intermission, when things are put on hold, while the rest of the show is frantically put together behind the curtain. The audience is not privy to what goes on behind the curtain, opaque and thick and shiny. And while I am fretting about the potentially empty stage that will be there when the veneer is taken away, I also have to deal with the things that are happening offstage. Like, for instance, what happens when a major patron, a constant audience member ceases to be there anymore. Due to the charity of the Armed Forces running out after the funeral, I wasn't able to be there when the ashes were collected. Then, the next thing I knew, when I spoke to him, I spoke to an urn. Which is kind of less awkward than talking to him which wasn't really him, cause he doesn't smile in that silly way normally when he sleeps. But it's still awkward. And weird. And it's been seven weeks. But it somehow doesn't feel like he's gone yet.
Because I am guilty as charged of allowing, and possibly having actively distancing myself in my actions. And it could be because of that that though I do have this sense of loss that I can't quite explain, the grief didn't hit me until the cremation, when he physically wasn't there any longer.
But the show still has to go on. (To take the metaphor further. Though that fully wasn't my intention because err... I swear! I am not overdramatic. Ok not all the time.)
And I keep feeling like I am not where I should be, where I belong. It doesn't even matter that I don't want to be taking a break from my real life in the first place, within this break I am going places that I cannot imagine myself being productive in at all. It seems like the crazy computer system that is being used to sort me is trying its utmost to take me out of my comfort zone, since I am not in a situation where I have to do all manner of horrible, demeaning things, and learn to use more potent weapons so that I can, I'd imagine, kill the enemies of the state in cold blood when the time comes.
And apparently, it's unbecoming and unmanly to be a pacifist, and to value life, cause err... it's like a girly thing to want to make sure everyone is ok and no one gets hurt. Boys just like to err... be rude and insensitive and kill, presumably. I am basing my deductions on my conversations with people who are evidently authorities on the male gender, being members of said gender.
That I am, biologically speaking, male and not motivated entirely by hormones produced by my gonads or particularly enthusiastic about pointing a lethal weapon at even a human shaped board is, of course, entirely irrelevant to the organisation. Because if I am a rational person I should apparently come to the conclusion that teaching someone who doesn't like fighting to shoot weapons that are supposedly "fun" to shoot is a totally fabulous decision.
Apparently, evidently, supposedly.
Somebody has to teach me to become stupid.
Labels: bah, NS
For the sake of posting.
Ok so like this blog is so, so dead. And I have decided it shall remain that way until I have time to blog! Which shall, hopefully, be the 15th of May or something. Since I haven't posted in March, and my life has really been hip hop happening. Kind of. Considering I have no life. Yes. Refer to tag for more information.
Toodles, nonexistent readers.
Labels: bah, NS
Because I don't know.
Omg this is so gross. My friends apparently stumbled on this leak thing online and know their results, but like I woke up fifteen minutes too late to find out.
And so I shall wait.
Damn it. Now I'm feeling nervous.
Labels: bah, post exams, school
