Some songs just have the weirdest lyrics, don't they? Why am I asking questions, I can't hear you reply. Or can I... Well anyway, did you just ask what kind of songs i like? Good question, but a better one would be to ask what kind i don't like. And the answer to that question (thanks for asking) is that i don't like the majority of R'n'B songs. Maybe I'm not hip enough. But I'm down with that, chu feelin' it all chu bitches (that's right sometimes my words are sexist, but all you hoes should know that I'm trynna correct this...). Well anywho lets get on with this blog.
The Ting Tings. Interesting group name. Was the group name ring-a-ding-ding already taken or something? Anyway, apparently the singer is angry at society for not knowing her name and decided to write a song about it. "They call me hell, They call me Stacey, They call me her, They call me Jane, That's not my name, That's not my name." That's interesting and all, but if she spent less time telling what her name isn't and more time saying what it is,then all this confusion and frustration would all be resolved. Seems like such a simple solution. I don't go to a restaurant and tell the waiter what i don't want to eat.
"How may i help you sir?"
"I don't want chicken, I don't want spaghetti, I don't want tortellini, that's not my name, that's not my name..."
"I'm sorry sir, but this is Super Cheap Auto"
Eskimo Joe also likes to write about names. You know the song, "Sarah, won't you tell me your name?". Its one of those weird ass situations where the answer is given before the question.
"Sarah, won't you tell me your name?"
"Yeah, it's actually Bob."
And this crazy song by Omarion, "I got this ice box where my heart used to be". I don't know about you, but if i woke up with one of my vital organs replaced with frozen water in a cube, I wouldn't write a song about it. I'd rush off to the hospital and make them check out the obviously serious and slightly unusual medical condition. "I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold" Yeah i bet you're cold Omarion, there's no blood circulating in your body!
Yes, songs have weird lyrics. But it doesn't really matter does it. There are some songs that i like that have strange lyrics too. Lyrics that make me go "man, i totally get you bro". People listen to songs, not for what it says, but for how it makes them feel. So if you like a song that I don't, then I can deal with that. Everyone has different tastes in music...it's just that your taste is shit.
Happy Typing all
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Think no Evil
I think all of us are evil to some extent. Our actions may be pure, but there’s a tiny part of our brain that speaks evil thoughts. I watched an episode of House (you know the show about the doctor…I wasn’t just staring at someone’s home for an hour. The courts warned me twice already...) where a patient had some brain disorder, which made him say every thought that crossed his mind. This disability made him look like a jerk and pushed his family away because he couldn’t help say what he thought, no matter how cruel it was. Man, if I had that disability, I would probably be stabbed…
Yes, I have that tiny part of my brain that’s constantly voicing cruel thoughts. I call him Jerry. Man, Jerry says the most awful things. Going to the city everyday, I see a lot of different people, and Jerry’s always there to comment about them. Whenever a morbidly obese person walks by, Jerry usually doesn’t notice. But whenever a morbidly obese person who’s smiling walks by, Jerry says “Hey, she must’ve just eaten.” Not cool Jerry.
Once, Jerry felt kinda down, so he cheered himself up by mocking other people. One day, he sees a dweeby, chubby guy with a Cabramatta wardrobe, Parramatta haircut and Harry Pottermatta glasses. Jerry says “At least I’m not that guy!” There Jerry was, feeling mighty about himself; until he saw that the dweeby guy was holding hands with an incredibly hot girl. “Damn…” Jerry replied. He sure showed you Jerry.
Editor’s Note: I don’t really have another persona within my brain that I name Jerry. I just added that part to add some humour. I thought I had to add this bit of info just in case there’s someone reading saying to themselves “Man…I knew Trung was weird, but I didn’t know he was mentally retarded as well.” So I just had to clear it all up. I don’t have a part of my brain that I name Jerry. I actually call him Trevor.
At least thoughts can’t be heard by other people. What’s worst is when you don’t care about an issue that seems important. What’s worst than that, is when you don’t care about an issue and feel like laughing at the most inappropriate time.
I remember back in high school, I was sitting in class with a friend. Have no idea what I was talking about with her, but it must’ve been about drug dealing or something or other, because out of nowhere, another classmate decided to join in on the conversation. I won’t name names, but let’s just say that this guy was considered kind of a weirdo. The contribution he had to the conversation was very short, but what he said was this. “My cousin died a few months ago…” he said. There was an awkward pause before he added “He was a drug dealer”. At first, I didn’t care about his bit of news. I was uncaring about his situation, but at least when you’re indifferent you can pretend to care. But when he added that extra bit of info at the end, I suddenly found the predicament slightly funny. So I went from risking looking like an uncaring jerk to a laughing, inconsiderate prick. I had to try and not laugh. The number one rule to not trying to laugh is to not look at other people, especially other people who are about to laugh as well. I chose to disregard this rule that day. I looked at my friend. I could see that she was trying not to laugh, and she could see that I was trying not to laugh. So there we were trying not to crack up while looking at the other person suffocatingly holding in their teeth. When two people are trying not to smile, it’s inevitable that both will spontaneously laugh. So of course we chuckled, softly but loud enough to cause the guy who divulged his life story to walk away. So it seems both of us are going to hell. But at least we’ll go laughing.
So the moral of this story is that we all have evil thoughts, but that doesn’t make us evil people. We shouldn’t be judged on every thought we think, just those that we choose to act upon. You might think someone wearing a certain dress looks like a horrid sack of crap, but telling them that they look nice because you know it’ll make them feel better shows that you’re compassionate. It may be the thought that counts, but it’s what we do that matters.
Editor’s Note: Okay, I know this is kind of a very lame request from me, but if you’re a reader of my blog, can you leave a comment on it. I enjoy writing these blog entries and trying to entertain you people, and I’d like to think you enjoy reading it as well. So leave a comment on what you think of what I’m writing. You can even just comment about how you think my writing is a bit shitty today. Just try not to go overboard by writing “Your blog is total shit! I hope you jump out a window!” Well whatever you choose to do, happy typing y’all.
Yes, I have that tiny part of my brain that’s constantly voicing cruel thoughts. I call him Jerry. Man, Jerry says the most awful things. Going to the city everyday, I see a lot of different people, and Jerry’s always there to comment about them. Whenever a morbidly obese person walks by, Jerry usually doesn’t notice. But whenever a morbidly obese person who’s smiling walks by, Jerry says “Hey, she must’ve just eaten.” Not cool Jerry.
Once, Jerry felt kinda down, so he cheered himself up by mocking other people. One day, he sees a dweeby, chubby guy with a Cabramatta wardrobe, Parramatta haircut and Harry Pottermatta glasses. Jerry says “At least I’m not that guy!” There Jerry was, feeling mighty about himself; until he saw that the dweeby guy was holding hands with an incredibly hot girl. “Damn…” Jerry replied. He sure showed you Jerry.
Editor’s Note: I don’t really have another persona within my brain that I name Jerry. I just added that part to add some humour. I thought I had to add this bit of info just in case there’s someone reading saying to themselves “Man…I knew Trung was weird, but I didn’t know he was mentally retarded as well.” So I just had to clear it all up. I don’t have a part of my brain that I name Jerry. I actually call him Trevor.
At least thoughts can’t be heard by other people. What’s worst is when you don’t care about an issue that seems important. What’s worst than that, is when you don’t care about an issue and feel like laughing at the most inappropriate time.
I remember back in high school, I was sitting in class with a friend. Have no idea what I was talking about with her, but it must’ve been about drug dealing or something or other, because out of nowhere, another classmate decided to join in on the conversation. I won’t name names, but let’s just say that this guy was considered kind of a weirdo. The contribution he had to the conversation was very short, but what he said was this. “My cousin died a few months ago…” he said. There was an awkward pause before he added “He was a drug dealer”. At first, I didn’t care about his bit of news. I was uncaring about his situation, but at least when you’re indifferent you can pretend to care. But when he added that extra bit of info at the end, I suddenly found the predicament slightly funny. So I went from risking looking like an uncaring jerk to a laughing, inconsiderate prick. I had to try and not laugh. The number one rule to not trying to laugh is to not look at other people, especially other people who are about to laugh as well. I chose to disregard this rule that day. I looked at my friend. I could see that she was trying not to laugh, and she could see that I was trying not to laugh. So there we were trying not to crack up while looking at the other person suffocatingly holding in their teeth. When two people are trying not to smile, it’s inevitable that both will spontaneously laugh. So of course we chuckled, softly but loud enough to cause the guy who divulged his life story to walk away. So it seems both of us are going to hell. But at least we’ll go laughing.
So the moral of this story is that we all have evil thoughts, but that doesn’t make us evil people. We shouldn’t be judged on every thought we think, just those that we choose to act upon. You might think someone wearing a certain dress looks like a horrid sack of crap, but telling them that they look nice because you know it’ll make them feel better shows that you’re compassionate. It may be the thought that counts, but it’s what we do that matters.
Editor’s Note: Okay, I know this is kind of a very lame request from me, but if you’re a reader of my blog, can you leave a comment on it. I enjoy writing these blog entries and trying to entertain you people, and I’d like to think you enjoy reading it as well. So leave a comment on what you think of what I’m writing. You can even just comment about how you think my writing is a bit shitty today. Just try not to go overboard by writing “Your blog is total shit! I hope you jump out a window!” Well whatever you choose to do, happy typing y’all.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Short Hiatus
Hello there. Sorry i haven't been updating for a while. I had 2 assignments due last week and spent most of my time not doing it. It turns out in order for assignments to be completed, you must do work. Outrage, i say. Anyway, you don't care. You're probably yelling "I don't give a shit! Where's my entertainment, god dammit!??". Well, you selfish bitch, i don't have time right now. Actually got a test tomorrow for Visual Basics. Its basically programming on the computer using exc- oh what does it matter explaining, you don't care. I'll try to post something up later this week. In the mean time watch this mocking of parliamentary debates by danny bhoy.
Anyway, have a good week y'all.
Anyway, have a good week y'all.
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