just another.
written: 1:32 a.m. on Tuesday, Dec. 13, 2005

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So I was on the train on my way to Suntec Ballroom for the much-dreaded College Day rehearsal. I had Oscar Wilde with me (I think I did briefly state that I'm an excruciatingly slow reader) which made the lack of a seat that much easier to swallow. I was reading and soaking up Wilde's atmospheric prose and all of a sudden, I heard one of Avril Lavigne's many indistinguishable songs that piss the living hell out of me.

I looked around, extremely annoyed that I had to subject myself to such torturous pretend-music, looking for the culprit when my eyes landed on the dude (and calling him that? Giving way too much credit) in front of me. Slippers and a baseball cap. The too-obvious white earphones of an iPod. His was an iPod shuffle.

I don't get the need to blast your shitty music when you're using freaking earphones and not headphones. The 0.1% lawyer in me had half a mind to sue him for public nuisance (this inclination surely reveals why I only have a miniscule and negligible 0.1% of lawyer in me); the rest of me put on a pissed off mug and stared daggers at the offending ah-fucking-beng in front of me.

Avril fucking Lavigne, for the love of my good taste in music! The fact that I opened the mailbox before I left and found Pete Yorn's musicforthemorningafter waiting for me in that snug little compartment only made things worse. Avril can't sing, she's not remotely punk, her songs are crap, I really don't get, for the life of me, why the hell there are people dumb enough to listen to her.

Oh wait, inherent in that previous sentence lies my answer: People are dumb, that's why. Stupid bloody ah beng. After Avril was done polluting the MRT cabin with her screechy and coarse vocals and immensely unoriginal wannabe-melody, my ears were oh-so-refreshingly treated to some bloody Chinese pop song, sang by a female, no less.

But that's not the worst of it; after the Chinese song, guess what that ah beng with non-existent taste in music had on? FUCKING TECHNO.

Or was it dance? Trance? Other derivatives of what is essentially the same freaking non-music?

Well, it sure as hell ain't Maksim. I had to stop reading Oscar Wilde because I can't concentrate on reading a book when there's music on; when there's shitty music on, trying is absolutely futile.

I know this is so wrong of me, but boy, such people should stay the hell away from me. And dude, FYI, bad music isn't something you'd want to flaunt; needless to even give you a heads-up for, blasting your ass-shat music will not win you any brownie points with that girl from across the cabin whom you're trying to attract.

I didn't say that girl was me. It's, you know, a general principle.

Uh, yeah.

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College Day rehearsal was absolutely mortifying. I can't do this public speaking thing and uh, December 30 should never arrive, and I don't want to talk about it any further.

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Hanging with Mel at Liquids rocked my socks off. We're NYDC-ing with Tubby on Thursday and I can't wait! Teacher-student relationships are, like, so uncool, but I would totally marry him for his brains. He's a genius.

I've missed Mel. I don't know what I'd do without her.

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Lately I find that I'm beginning to wean/ween off Jay Chou, possibly for good.

His songs annoy me.

Well, not all, but most of his songs do. I don't particularly enjoy the facile superficiality of the majority of his songs, and the blatant commercialism is starting to bug me. His sixth album triggered this, really; I think I've listened to it about 5 times in total thus far and the more I listened, the worse it got.

I still dig his first album though, and his third. Fantasy was never a favourite. Ye Hui Mei and Qi Li Xiang...had outstanding individual tracks. It's mostly the love ballads that I don't fancy anymore. I don't know, they don't do anything for me, don't speak to me, I can't relate, they don't pull at my heartstrings and hit at the core around my heart the way Pete Yorn's Just Another does, or the way Earlimart's All They Ever Do Is Talk does, or the way The Dandy Warhol's We Used to be Friends does.

Lately, the kind of music that appeals to me threatens to break me down and forces me to face the resulting mess; it's intense and earth-shattering and so unreal that it's completely real, the truth laid out in the open, dirty secrets and dysfunctionality and an emotional train wreckage. In the midst of all this destruction there is still a slight sliver of hope nonetheless, that maybe it isn't all that terrible.

Okay, that was a bad explanation but that's kinda the way it is.

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Needless to say, I love Pete Yorn's musicforthemorningafter. Just Another was used the Veronica Mars pilot, I loved it, didn't even download the song to listen to it properly and immediately ordered it off eBay. I was pissed that the CD took so freaking long to arrive but you know what they say: the long wait makes the object that much sweeter.

I love his voice it's so freaking sexy marry me please.

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I was at VM creator Rob Thomas' site and discovered that the original VM pilot teleplay is available for download. I read about 9 pages until it was 4 a.m. and I thought I should go to bed, and wow, the original is so much more sexual and dirty. Hilarious.

Neptune High was originally called Peninsula West High. What a mouthful. The first I saw that, I immediately thought of Peninsula Plaza or whatever the heck that run-down thing is called and started laughing.

Neptune, the town, was originally called Playa something something. Like, For Real, RT? That is so funny that I don't know if it's just a joke or if there's more to be read into that.

Logan Echolls was originally named Logan Hewitt. I'm so glad they went with Echolls.

I can't believe "obligatory psychotic jackass" wasn't in the original script! OPJ is, like, the acronym to test if a person is a VM fan! And just to let you in on a little secret: it's one of my favourite phrases of all time now. That would look awesome on a shirt.

Pirate Points were introduced in the original pilot.

Veronica was described something along the lines of, "She's not cute. She's sexy. Angelina Jolie at 16." In Abel's and Kanes a character described Veronica as "cute as a bug".

I am such an obsessed fan, it's a bit scary.

But god I loooove the show soooo much! I've watched the Season 2 episodes three times already. I'm watching it with my bro (who's watching for the first time) and he seems to like Logan. He laughs at Logan's melodramatic antics (and yes they are hilarious) and I was so surprised when he laughed at Logan's criminal line-up scene in Rat Saw God! He was suspense-filled when watching Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner (the title of that episode, after knowing what happens in the end, still freaks me out).

I'm proud of my bro. He knows how to appreciate a good TV show.

Oh and VM is included in the American Film Institute (I think) list of ten best TV shows of the year. Time magazine named it one of the six best new TV shows. If I were Rob Thomas, I totally wouldn't mind having "critical darling, commercial failure" engraved on my tomb.

Then again, I'm an elitist, pretentious asshole so yeah.

It's critical acclaim like that that makes this crazy obsession totally worth it. I don't even care that one of the characters is named Clarence Wiedman.

(Well, he is kind of hot, but that's entirely beside the point.)

I'm going to watch Alias Season 4 now.

Speaking of which - watched the first 2 episodes last morning and ummmm the plot is like really dumb now? I heard the show got cancelled after Season 5 or something. I hope it's true. Sydney/Vaughn is disgusting and it's totally evil and gross. She should get another boyfriend. It's unhealthy pining after one useless, not-nearly-good-enough guy for like, four bloody years.

Or is it six? I think it's six.

And if her mom is really dead, I'm gonna be pissed.

JJ Abrams should never have created Lost.

I'm trying very hard to stop typing.

Um, yes, I'm done now.

The OC sucks.

I love Veronica Mars.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010