i'm sorry, my computer died.
so now here i am, listening to Death Cab For Cutie and gnawing my fingernails.
darn.
Stace came over on monday. mm-mm-mm-monday! (sing it.) we were discussing the "cheap thrills" of people watching.
and she liked my dress. awesome awesome.
then we went to get tickets for Hairspray while she switched the topic to Zac Efron and his reign of "hotness".
i laugh. excuse me.
i said High School Musical was propaganda and it was twisting the Disney culture of being cliché. from over-cliché-ing fairytales for little children to over-cliché-ing the already cliché-d theme of high schools and the suburbian but not necessarily ordinary lives for teeny boppers (who deserve severe brainwashing), while she tried to change my mind.
and i strongly defended my love for The Little Mermaid.
"old school Disney, old school Disney, wherefore art thou?!"
then we went to this record store to look for Paramore's Riot! to kill time before the movie.
record stores beware! woe betide disorganized shelves!
Death Cab switches to Veruca Salt.
i was making fun of all the lousy Chinese artists they had, stocked on the tables to attract attention. and they supposedly buy only one of everything to sell, because under My Chemical Romance was a DVD sitting on top of all the other non-My Chemical Romance albums!
if this were dialogue, i'd be shrieking. SHRIEKING, i tell you!
we were off once again, just as i spotted a musical soundtrack compilation.
"Cats!! Moulin Rouge! Chicago! The Phantom Of The Opera!", i squeaked excitedly as she dragged me out.
oh, the disrespect people have for musicals. and to think my father fell asleep in Cats!. FELL ASLEEP!
now i get reminded of Amanda Palmer doing a wonderful cover of I Will Follow You Into The Dark on the ukulele.
realizing we had time to kill, i convinced Stacy to follow me to City Hall. or that underground mall, my memory has forsaken me for a split-second.
when i mean underground, i mean underground. not indie. Singapore has no appreciation for anything indie.
from there, we raced to HMV to frantically search the shelves for a copy of Kerrang!. finding our search fruitless, i borrowed money and bought Paramore's Riot! just to laugh in fate's cruel face.
take that! (now i owe her $15)
then we encountered several weird, rude and just plain un-understandable people. but managed to make it back to the cinema unscathed.
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people laugh at John Travolta dressed as a woman. i wonder why. maybe they have no appreciation for these kinds of movies. maybe they're titillated at the sight of their sick fantasies come true.
i swear, i do not understand people.
to make it worse, the lady sitting next to me was prone to burst into fits of giggles AND dance along to the music IN HER CHAIR.
people! if you want to dance, GET UP and dance! you either stand up and dance in the cinema if you like the music or sit in your chair and stuff your face with popcorn!
God!
---
whoo. at this moment i have exactly 2000 myspace profile views.
whatever.
finishing Hairspray, we realized i was ONE HOUR late for tuition. what do we do?!
make it in time for the last half-hour of it of course.
---
oh well. my pinkies betray me, go read Stace's blog for the minor, minor details. now, here to pacify you...
so now here i am, listening to Death Cab For Cutie and gnawing my fingernails.
darn.
Stace came over on monday. mm-mm-mm-monday! (sing it.) we were discussing the "cheap thrills" of people watching.
and she liked my dress. awesome awesome.
then we went to get tickets for Hairspray while she switched the topic to Zac Efron and his reign of "hotness".
i laugh. excuse me.
i said High School Musical was propaganda and it was twisting the Disney culture of being cliché. from over-cliché-ing fairytales for little children to over-cliché-ing the already cliché-d theme of high schools and the suburbian but not necessarily ordinary lives for teeny boppers (who deserve severe brainwashing), while she tried to change my mind.
and i strongly defended my love for The Little Mermaid.
"old school Disney, old school Disney, wherefore art thou?!"
then we went to this record store to look for Paramore's Riot! to kill time before the movie.
record stores beware! woe betide disorganized shelves!
Death Cab switches to Veruca Salt.
i was making fun of all the lousy Chinese artists they had, stocked on the tables to attract attention. and they supposedly buy only one of everything to sell, because under My Chemical Romance was a DVD sitting on top of all the other non-My Chemical Romance albums!
if this were dialogue, i'd be shrieking. SHRIEKING, i tell you!
we were off once again, just as i spotted a musical soundtrack compilation.
"Cats!! Moulin Rouge! Chicago! The Phantom Of The Opera!", i squeaked excitedly as she dragged me out.
oh, the disrespect people have for musicals. and to think my father fell asleep in Cats!. FELL ASLEEP!
now i get reminded of Amanda Palmer doing a wonderful cover of I Will Follow You Into The Dark on the ukulele.
realizing we had time to kill, i convinced Stacy to follow me to City Hall. or that underground mall, my memory has forsaken me for a split-second.
when i mean underground, i mean underground. not indie. Singapore has no appreciation for anything indie.
from there, we raced to HMV to frantically search the shelves for a copy of Kerrang!. finding our search fruitless, i borrowed money and bought Paramore's Riot! just to laugh in fate's cruel face.
take that! (now i owe her $15)
then we encountered several weird, rude and just plain un-understandable people. but managed to make it back to the cinema unscathed.
---
people laugh at John Travolta dressed as a woman. i wonder why. maybe they have no appreciation for these kinds of movies. maybe they're titillated at the sight of their sick fantasies come true.
i swear, i do not understand people.
to make it worse, the lady sitting next to me was prone to burst into fits of giggles AND dance along to the music IN HER CHAIR.
people! if you want to dance, GET UP and dance! you either stand up and dance in the cinema if you like the music or sit in your chair and stuff your face with popcorn!
God!
---
whoo. at this moment i have exactly 2000 myspace profile views.
whatever.
finishing Hairspray, we realized i was ONE HOUR late for tuition. what do we do?!
make it in time for the last half-hour of it of course.
---
oh well. my pinkies betray me, go read Stace's blog for the minor, minor details. now, here to pacify you...
ah, Patrick Wolf.
