the internet is full of creeps.
written: 8:36 p.m. on Sunday, Sept. 10, 2006
"Hello, you dont know me, im just a regular guy from nebraska in the us, and i just have this uncontrolable (seriously) lust for asian women, and well, if this is weird or out of the question, just say so, but could i maybe see a naked picture of you or a webcam or something? i just cant resist a fine asian girl and you are are maybe the sexiest girl ive ever seen. thanks for you time, sorry to bother you if i am."
Let me add to the title of this entry: The Internet is full of creeps WHO CAN'T PUNCTUATE PROPERLY. How difficult is it to use the comma in the proper, correct manner? You'd think that people who grew up speaking and reading and writing English should have the corner on proper grammar, BUT NO. The world is full of idiots.
And the world is full of sick, perverted idiots who evidently don't seem to know that there's actually - gasp - this thing called porn, and that some of it is free. This dude needs a psychiatrist, not someone who's willing to show him a webcam (as his bad English suggests). If a random person he came across on the Internet is the sexiest girl he's ever seen, he totally needs to get out more. Go to, like, I don't know, some Asian country where prostitution is rife or something - and see a shrink, 'cause dude obviously has a problem.
Yeurrggghh. I'm disgusted.
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I watched The Devil Wears Prada today with my mom and I'm in love with New York City all over again. The cafes, the fashion, the lifestyle, the glamour! I wanna be in the middle of it all and live life to its fullest and never look back.
Of course, I'm aware that the real NYC isn't exactly how the movies portray it to be. But I like my delusions so let me hang on to them for a while, okay? 'Cause my delusions are nice and they promise a better, more exciting place outside of this tiny-ass, crappy country. I think we need false promises every once in a while.
The movie was entertaining. I like Meryl Streep. She was the main reason I wanted to watch it. I like Anne Hathaway's hair in the movie. It was nice. Movie was predictable and the blond writer guy did not look good without a shirt on. I saw Heidi Klum for a couple of seconds in two scenes and I half-expected her to go, "As you know in fashion, one day you're in, and the next day you're out."
Paris Fashion Week. Ahhh. And it's Olympus Fashion Week in New York - double ahhh.
Somehow, "Singapore Fashion Week" doesn't remotely have the same ring to it. I truly wonder why.
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I can't believe I haven't even read half of Chapter 7 of my Company law text. It's incredibly mind-numbingly boring and I'm still writing this entry because I don't wanna read it. I need a tutor or something because Company doesn't make sense and probably will never make sense and I don't want to fail my exam so yeah.
The more I listen to Still Fantasy, the more I hate Track #7. It's such a total disgrace and I can't believe he actually recorded that rubbish song. I never thought that he could ever come up with anything worse than Mai Ya Tang (#9 off November's Chopin), but I've been proven wrong, because #7 is a million times worse than Mai Ya Tang. It commits the unpardonable crime of being utterly bland, melody-less and insipid.
Even worse? The song is currently stuck in my head. Oh my god, please kill me. I've never hated a Jielun song as much as I hate this one. Not even Kai Bu Liao Kou is able to incite such intense wrath in me.
I need to track him down NOW and tell him all the things he's doing wrong and tell him to stop doing stupid advertisements and commercials and tell him how to start being the respectable musician he was before he PLAINLY AND BLATANTLY sold out. I hate sell-outs. It makes me sad to think of him as one but he is and I gotta call a spade a spade 'cause that's what I do. And so Jay Chou is a bloody sell-out and I'm still buying his albums because he's still incredibly talented but he doesn't seem to care and it really, really annoys me and that's precisely why I can't be bothered to muster up any sort of interest in the stuff he's doing because it'd just piss me off anyway. Until he announces that he'd stop taking on endless meaningless product endorsements, he's pretty much dead to me.
I haven't even watched the DVD because I just...don't care. I don't even watch MTV Mandarin hoping to catch his music videos because I really don't care. I mean, the mere fact that he wrote Xin Yu and decided that it was good enough to be included in HIS SEVENTH ALBUM says quite a lot about the degree of commitment he's putting into his music. And it so fucking pisses me off because I've been a stupid fangirl of his for, like, ever, and it all simply amounts to...this? If a half-baked love ballad is the best he can do, I'd rather he just release an eight-track album without those two shitty songs. It won't make a difference anyway.
Okay, rant over. A lot of things about him have been bothering me. And...yeah. I just like the musicians I support with my precious money to have at least some degree of artistic integrity. And I thought, once upon a time, that Jielun was above the commercialised superficiality of the Taiwanese pop market - obviously, I was wrong.
Whatever. I have Company Law to read, hence more blood vessels to burst, so I'll stop here.
before sunrise // before sunset
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On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010