Oh yes. Anime Festival Asia was much fun. Much much fun.

Also, aparentlly one dickhead on the net is going around calling me a 'Fatass Squall', and also threatened 'punch my lights out', despite the fact they have arms about as thick as toothpicks. I'm not going to say anything more, because quite frankly I'm above that sort of bullshit,

Anyway, enough of that. Below are some pictures from AFA, which, among other things, will show the idiocy of the 'Fatass Squall' comment. Because apparently the only intelligent thing this person can come up with is the fact that I may be pudgy.

But face it, let's let the pictures do the talking.



KAMEN RIDER!



KAMEN RIDER V3!



Oh yes. Quite the fatass.



Facing off against Cloud.



Huzzah for the party!



Aww.



Aw- What the hell?!

More pics on Facebook!

And sorry for having to show my huge grandeur fatness to you all.

One of the dumbest things I've heard this week.

Ah well.

'Till tomorrow

Indi

Dear Attention-Seeking Charity

Your charity's name is World Toilet. How appropriate. Especially since you seem to have shoved posters of your charity up in all of the bathrooms around the school. Inside the cubicles, so they face the person doing their business. Very nice.

Just one problem.

I understand your charity has, no doubt, a noble cause, and I am sure that you are passionate about what you do.

However sticking posters up of a sad looking woman staring at me as I attempt to excavate my bowels is, in two words, not cool.

Seriously, if I'm going to do my damn business, I'd prefer someone not be staring at me with sad eyes saying 'I can't poo' in my face. It's this kind of idiot shock advertising that people need to get over- you're not unique because your poster is in the bathroom and people die of dysentry and diarrhea. Instead, you will just be pissing off a load of people, and disturbing them greatly during what is, and I'm sure you'll agree with me, a very private and solo function.

I hate this kind of "Everything is your fault so donate" mentality. I hate GC's that try it, and I hate charities that attempt it.

I am reminded of an evironmental presentation that the school made us sit through some years previous. If I recall correctly, it was during 8th Grade, where we were all still under the tyrannical rule of one Susan Satan Edwards. I make no attempt to hide my contempt of her - I believe that as a diciplinarian, she is both hypocritical and just plain mean. I do not know what she is like as a teacher, but all my experiences with Susan Edwards have been unpleasant and I do not believe a teacher of her caliber is fit to teach in a school like UWCSEA.

But I digress. First, to the presentation.

It consisted of two female, white, IB students (Not that gender, race, nor high school grade is relevant) They came onstage, introduced themselves (Their names escape me, but that's probably a good thing) and began to talk about the horrible, deathly state our planet was in.

Now, bear in mind, the introduction given to these two young women was that of nothing but high praise- apparently this was the best presentation that one of the faculty had seen in years.

As I mentioned before, the girls were up there, basically describing how the planet was dying - i.e old news. Melting ice caps, global warming, increase in carbon levels, yadda yadda yadda. Basic, simple information that anyone could find on the internet, hyperboled and exaggerated, no doubt for shock value.

"Do you know" said one of the girls, her eyes wide, staring around the room. "Who's fault this is?"

"Who's fault it is that the world is crying out in pain, that future generations will have nothing?"

Then, with the biggest and most disgusting sense of self-importance I have ever seen, her eyes blazed around the room, her nostrils flared out as she took a breath in, and gave us the answer that we were all on the edge of our seats for.

(Except Fletcher, who I'm pretty sure had hemmerohoids at the time)

"You." she said with so much fake hatred I almost laughed. Truth be told, I sniggered a little.

The two girls then started to go on and on about how everything happening was our fault, basically making the mother of all ad homeniem arguments. Hell, I'm not even sure the 'attacking a straw man' fallacy works here, as 1) Noone argued back and 2) They had no idea what we would have said.

This shallow sort of shock presentation and advertisment is beneath the school. The best part was when someone asked them what they were doing for the environment, and they were completely and utterly lost for fucking words. Good on that person, IIRC it was Andrew Lee. These two people up on stage pretty much had no balls to talk with, were ridiculously hypocrticial, and ultimately were both useless and boring. Chances are they were SS type people - People who "CAAAARE" about stuff but don't do crap for it and just tell people they're "BAAAD".

Shock advertising can work, but not in such a way where it's annoying, unjustified, and screws with trying to get on with your life. I want to make this clear, as I think shock advertising can be affective.

But not in the pitifully shallow way the school tries to do it sometimes.

In short:

I like to poo. Go away.

Regards

Indi

(Also, if I find out they've not been posted in the female bathrooms as well, I will be even more pissed off and that's a whole other rant. This school has been sexist too, boy doncha know it.)

So.

Just saw the Waters of Mars.

Holy crap.

Amazing.

Also, this:



That is all.

Indi


"Yes, because there are laws, there are laws of time, and once upon a time there were people, in charge of those laws, but they died. They all died. Do you know who that leaves?! ME! It's taken me all these years to realise that the laws of time are MINE. AND THEY WILL OBEY ME!"
-The Doctor, The Waters of Mars.

Videos from the event now up!



Moondance



Caress of Venus




Comments appreciated as always. :)

Also saw From Six Feet Under. Really got to me.

Also thought it was worth mentioning that I love Anna Bradshaw. Thought it relevant and frankly it needed saying.

I love you, Anna. :)

'Till tomorrow

Indi

Follow up post to the one below.

http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/promises/

Obama promise meter done by Politifact. Incredibly useful and really gives you a perspective on what he has done and is in the process of doing.

http://www.esquire.com/the-side/richardson-report/obama-timeline-110309

Esquire article, in response to people like SS complaining that he 'hasn't done anything'.

Thanks to JK for the links.

(Not Rowling, PotterFans.)

Had a very good long chat with JK, actually, someone I don't really talk to that much to, about certain things (webcomics, turns out we both readshitloads of them. Whoodatunk?) and certain people (SS and CK). Was surprised JK read my blog - didn't expect it. But it just adds to the fact I do know that people read this thing, quite a few, and enough to keep me updating. It's nice to know that not just my close friends read it, but other people too. It's also refreshing to talk to someone I don't usually see on a day to day basis, but is still an aquaintance. Quite refreshing. Refresh refreshing. :D

'Till tomorrow

Indi

Yet another post wherein the title describes the overall theme of the post itself.

I have always been the kind of person who upon hearing about something, wishes to find out more should I find it interesting, relevant, or both. I'm not an obsessive researcher, but I will read one or two articles about the subject matter in order to create a fully formed picture about the subject itself. This has been accentuated recently, what with Anna being an excellent researcher herself, and more often than not will know more than me about certain things, and link me to said information.

(By the way, god bless the internet.)

As a result, I know stuff about stuff. A vague sentence, I know, but that brings me to today's talk.

I cannot understand the idea of people simply subscribing to an idea because someone or something has told them, without forming their own opinions by doing said research. A prime example of this is Friday - in Ecosystems, AK (I'm doing the initial thing again) was looking through CNN and came across the 'One Year On' article about Obama. She then decided to comment to SS, (who, if you have read this blog before, know I despise) about how he hasn't 'done anything'.

Right.

So, you've clearly been reading the news regularly. You have clearly formed your own opinion rather than that of the uninformed public. You have clearly been completely ignorant of several things, including the fact he passed a massive health bill, is allowing HIV positive people back into his country for the first time in 22 years, ending military gay policy, and giving same sex unions/marriages more benefits?

What sickens me is when I told this ot her and mentioned this to her she looked at me as if I was a moron. As if I had any right to tell her, a straight 7 student, what this man who had supposedly done nothing had really done. As if I was speaking bullshit. Then, she shrugs and shakes her head with such self righteous entitlement it sickens me, and tells me she'd never heard anything about that.

Christ almighty.

In other news, gig at Tanglin was awesome. It is incredibly intimidating when your girlfriend's father turns out to be the guy organising the thing, especially when he does your soundcheck, but we were the best band there. Honestly. I'm not trying to be arrogant, but we certainly the most entertaining band there. And I am happy for that.





God damn I love these pictures.

Spent most of this weekend with Anna. Now most of you don't have to be smart to figure out how much we care about each other, (unless you'd never heard of anything about that) and skies be praised I'm happy. Honestly, it's been about two months and we're still very much in love. She completes me in a way that is both cliche and cheesy, but just makes sense.

Now if only all this friggin' work wasn't getting in the way of being together. Urgh.

'Till tomorrow

Indi

This is one of those posts in which much as happened, but I'm far to tired to talk about it. Just know things have happened.

Also, this is so I don't  miss my once a week quota. ;p

More elaborate post coming, I promise.

Indi

So, we didn't get AIDs-Benefit.

...Yeah, I'm pretty down right now. I have a feeling I know who got it, and if it does turn out to be those posers with the fucking trumpet I'm going to be even more down, and more pissed.

On the other hand, we've a chance to showcase some of our original material at Tanglin THIS NOVEMBER 6th. So that's Tanglin Trust School on November 6th.

Also, Tasha, if you're reading this, I can understand that it's not your fault and actually want to thank you for being a dear throughout the process. :) Although I do have some questions to ask you later. But seriously, in all seriousness, thank you so much.

Indi

In case anyone hasn't noticed, I've been trying to keep my posts to one word.

Unfortunately, this often means that I have to find words to succintly describe the blog posts. This, as a result, has forced me to portmentau or create my own words.

Which, of course, I don't have to tell you, is incredibly fun.

This'll be quick, just gonna bulletpoint the essentials. May post more indepth stuff about stuff if I can be bothered tomorrow.

- Tried to get the tickets to Neil Gaiman for the writers festival- was unable to. Pissed. D:<
- Ordered tickets for Anime Festival Asia (AFA). Happy. :D
- Ordered a Tsukasa DaiShocker Jacket. Awesome. :3
- Watching old episodes of the Chaser. Hillarious. XD
- FINISHED RESIDENT EVIL 5 WITH PRASH! FINALLY! >:D
- Anna's in Bangkok. Sad. :(
- But she gets back on Friday! Joy/Anticipation! 8D

And that, as they say is that.

Apart from this, of course.

...Which is probably one of the more ridiculous news stories I've heard about this year. How fucking desperate for attention/sympathy do you have to be to involve your fucking kids in a scam in order to try and get a reality T.V show. One, you're an idiot for doing something like that. Two, clearly you're not thinking big enough. And three, this reinforces my point about people who have to make shit up about themselves to seem interesting: Most of the time, they tend to be dicks.

Also: You're not a real man until you've punched a boulder into lava.

Like Chris Redfield.

What a man.

'Till tomorrow

Indi

Been listening to Little River Band. God DAMN I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoy they're music. And they're Aussie to boot. Whuu. 'Home on a Monday' is a great simple little country-esque song, with lyrics that aren't necessarily that deep but...I dunno. Light, yet personal. It's both a song about loneliness and love, while at the same time being a song about excitement and joy. And all this from a fairly simple 3:52 minute song. Great stuff.

THANK GOD FOR THESE HOLIDAYS. Relaxing, chilling, talking, drinking, sleeping, creeping, playing are what fill my days. The only thing I'd really want is another week. For one reason or another I've just been really tired getting up lately, not sure why...But meh. The days are good and filled with joy  and laughter and the occasional random outburst. I'd rather not question them.

Oh, ordered my costume for Anime Festival Asia today! :D Classic Squall outfit. Considered getting the SEED uniform, but it was too nondescript, I thought. May get it at some point in the future, but I can't wait to cos in it. My costume collection right now simply consists of Kotaro Minami (Kamen Rider Black RX vers. Got the jacket this week) and Shotaro Hidari (STILL NEED A FRICKIN WAISTCOAT TO FINISH 
THE DAMN OUTFIT! AURGH! But thank god I've got everything else. Including the hat. Love the hat.) both kamen Rider characters. Definitely ordering a Tsukasa Kadoya (Kamen Rider Decade) jacket at some point to cosplay him...also tempted to get a 'The First' rider jacket, but not so sure.

Speaking of music, had band practice today. Went goddamn well. Playing Caress of Venus by L'arc en Ciel. Why is this significant? Well, firstly the song is in Japanese. Which makes 1) accurate tabs and guitarpro files hard to get, and 2) means we had to translate the song into english. Thee's also the fact that being L'arc En Ciel, it's extremely complicated and insanely hard. However, the band got there, and we essentially have the song. Next practice things'll be great. We're more than halfway through our current intended playlist. 7 outta 12 songs, not including the ones we've played previously is pretty goddamn good progress for this half term. We'd nailed One in the last practice, and we're sounding great. Which makes the suspense for the AIDs benefit results more suspenseful...but Cathy'll be ready to choose when she's ready I guess. Calmed down about it now, clearly, but still fretting about it. :/

All in all, I am pleased with the band this year, not sure if I've mentioned it (and cannot be bothered to check past posts right now) but the lineup we have this year works really well...everyone just works amazingly together, and practices just go smoothly and cleanly. We've really had no problems as a band and honestly it's wonderful.

But not as wonderful as finishing practice, tired as all hell, then opening the door to your room and seeing your girlfriend reading Orson Scott Card on your bed in a batman shirt.

'Till Tomorrow

Indi

STILL HAVEN'T HEARD ANYTHING ABOUT AIDs-BENEFIT AUGH THIS IS KILLING ME

On the other hand, TWO WEEK BREAK YEAH.

BUT STILL KILLING ME AUGHR

INDI

Quick post, because I want to sleep and I need it and tomorrow is UN and I'll need the energy to do stuff.

1) Today, I bought a most awesome hat I will be wearing tomorrow.

2) MY BRACES ARE COMING OFF IN DECEMBER. HELL GODDAMN YES.

3) As far as I'm aware, the last of the AIDs-Ben bands auditioned today. And now the anticipation is eating at me more and more and more.

On a side note, I've been rewatching Hibiki lately. It's easy to forget how good the series is, considering how shit everything gets due to the masive staff change at episode 30. But the first couple of episodes are simply masterpieces; amaznig camera and lighting work, the characters just shine out like nothing else, and everything silly you could think about the show simply dissapears when you watch it. Truly a masterpiece, and the thing was meant to be a goddamn kid's show.

Also, I TOTALLY did NOT DESERVE my Philo grade. Jesus christ.

Indi

Head currently mush.

Can't really think straight right now, but I would just like to say I'm incredibly happy and glad it's the weekend and that after next week I get a goddamn well desereved break.

Also the AIDs-Ben audition went well today, I think. This isn't me making an emotional plea to anyone, trust me, but this is my blog and I do need to get my feelings down. The band really wants this gig, and I know I really want the same spot we played last time. That gig is whay made us and drove us as a band, and I'm just so goddamn nervous and want that spot and the gig so badly. Not everonye will understand how I feel, (Partially because as said before, head is currently mush) by god it'd feel a step back if we didn't get in or had to play as the opening act...I wish it could be like last year, when Cathy told us right after the audition that we'd gotten the spot. I don't particularly enjoy auditioning first, but that's more of a personal superstition....AUGH christ I hate the waiting.

(ALSO TASHA THIS IS NOT ME SUCKING UP OR COMPLAINING TO YOU I JUST REALLY NEED TO GET THESE DAMN FEELINGS OUT OF MY CHEST AND INTO THE BLOG JUST AN FYI)

I've said this before and I'll say it again: we are the most hard working band in the school. Practice every week, bar work things like SATS or unfortunate events, and even then we make up for it during the week. Noone else practicies as hard or as passionately as we do. We need the gig, but there's no point unless we get that particular spot, because it'll feel a step back.

Christ do we want this gig. Christ do I want this gig.

Everything for the band.

Now.

Need sleep.

<3

Indi

Wow. My 100th post.

I feel like I should commemorate it with something...how about this?
------------------------------------------------------------
Empirical Evidence

What would happen if you put a sloth on drugs
Would they try to hump your face or just give everybody hugs?

If you put a sloth on speed is it a regular monkey
And what the fuck would happen with a sloth on LSD?

Would they hear sounds in monochrome and see birdsong through their ears?
And if a sloth had a bad trip is it the leopard it fears?

Could they stay and play all day
Would they lie in the sun and just have some fun
I think it's very important that we find out

Yeah I think it's very important if we find out

Say theoretically from from the depths of your mind
what would happen if you were to attatch a rocket to a rhino's behind

What would to the rhino with the rocket on it's back
can it start to fly around or just stand there like a brick stack

Could it use that super-fueled engine  to touch the stars
charge through saturn mercury and mars

Tell me child that could horned beast soar
Explore the universe, other dimensions and far more
Yes, I think it's very important that we find out

Mmm....yeah, it's kind of important that we all find out.
Yeah, I think that it's the kind of thing we should should all find out

Though I'm not sure if the sloth and rhino agree
Who gives a damn they can't talk to me
Yeah grab the shit and let's see if we can go find out

Yeah I think it's pretty important we find out
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Co-written by James Hume, of which the entire section about sloths is written by. James has alternative lyrics up on his blog (usually slow bastard got to it before me XD) but I do like these. I'm thinking of a repeated acoustic riff, nothing fancy, and a speak singing kind of style to it. 

Oh shit, we have to submit songs to the recording people for the UWCSEA band album thing! DAMMNIT. Why is there never enough friggin' time for anything? Bragagnagh so much work.

Happy 100th post everyone. :D

Indi

Does anyone like my new batch of userpics? I do.

News, news, news...I've gotten many comments about the post below, mostly people coming up to me and telling me how sweet and heartwarming it is. People who I'd forgotten/didn't know that read this thing have told me this, and I can't help but feeling extremely happy. For two reasons: 

1) I can say how I feel in a public cyberspace way, and not care who reads it.

and

2) I can do it that doesn't seem overly diabetes sweet or corny.

What else? Oh, Attempts on Her Life is now over. If you didn't see it, too bad. Play was awesome, and anyone who saw it'll tell you the same. I'll miss the cast, sure, but the fact I will now have free Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays is far too exciting to not buzz about.

In other news, EE is nearly finally done...but with so much other work due this week is ridiculous. I don't plan on doing any of it, to be honest. We weren't supposed to get work due for this week, which was the logical thing that the school was trying to implement when the said we should not be working this week. Instead, several teachers have taken this to mean that we shouldn't be getting work this particular week, which makes no sense considering we'd still have to work for the due dates for this week. Fucking ridiculous. I don't know about anyone else, but I know my priorities, and that is my Extended Essay.

Speaking of said essay, I should probably stop writing and go work on it. But there's this weird English girl on Skype who's distracting me. Not that I mind.

'Til tomorrow

Indi

SO.

I have a couple of posts here, on this blog, that are friend only.

And a couple only I can see. 

The ones only I can see have now been unlocked so everyone can read them. There's only two of them and they're short, but now that there's no point in hiding them anymore, I figure I may as well let everyone see 'em. I'm not too fond of private posts, but I do believe some are necessary. These on the other hand, can stay and now be seen by the public.

And now onto something with meaning that I need to say.

11th August.
Day we met.
Orientation for the new Grade 11's.

I almost didn't go.

Thank god I did. I'm not going to lie, when I first saw her, and just as importantly, when I first talked to her, I fell for her. Hard. I honestly thought after meeting her that it made having to wake up the following morning something worth doing, because it meant I'd get to see her again, and get to talk to her again.

Of course, the night before that morning brought some rather depressing news: she didn't like men. Which is something we both thought at the time. Incredibly disheartened, I resolved to at least get to know her and perhaps befriend her, shoving all romantic feelings about her to the back of my head, and keeping the 'she's just your friend, and there's not even a little chance in this or any other Earth she's going to fall for you' mentality at the front of my head.

And of course, we hit it off.

And I realise now since school has started, bar that first week, I have spent every weekend with her in what can only really be described as bliss.

Flash back about three weeks ago. 5th of September. Picture of me, angry and pissed off that I wasn't going to Desaru. And then she offers to come over to my place so we can hang out, talk and chill. Ecstatic but at the time knowing full well what was and wasn't going to happen, I said sure. And that evening, like all evenings with her, was bliss. If not confusing at the end, my brain having been sure some kind of signals had been sent my way, (turns out they were)

She later told me there was a point that night where she thought about just kissing me. To be fair, I had had the exact same thought. Once upon a time I would have followed through with that thought, and it's quite possible that if I had, I'd have written this particular post ealier rather than now. But I digress.

The following morning, I logged onto Google Talk and found her online.

And we talked through the morning.
And all through the afternoon.
And into the dark hours of the evening.
Into the darker hours of the morning.

We talked and talked and talked and talked. About things both secretive and strange. And I told her how I felt. I thought I'd ruin everything but I told her how I felt and how scared I was about it.

About the feelings
and things
and whatnot
and stuff.

And she told me she was scared too

About the same feelings
and things
and whatnot
and stuff.

And we talked more and more into the obscenely early hours of the morning, guaranteeing that I had no sleep that night.
As if I could if I had wanted to.

It was all so surreal and unreal and not real that the following morning (a Monday) I had to confirm with her that the conversation had, in fact, actually happened.

And after school that day, to the sound of construction work being done, in the shade, we talked, and then we didn't, Then we didn't talk, and then we did. There were words, and then there weren't. Because we didn't need them. Because during the moments within the moment, we didn't want them. Uncessary words.

And from there, the weeks have been...what's the word? Bliss.
Because there are other words. All of them meaning the same thing, all of them completely unable to describe how amazing and fantastic things are. I just like this one a little bit more. 

Bliss
bliss
bliss

Then, came the night on the phone.
Probably the best phone conversation I've ever had.
In which we simply confirmed something that we both already knew.
And every day since has been filled with...what was the word?

Ah. Bliss.

I don't care how I sound right now.

I love her.

I love you.

I am more in love with you than I have ever been than with anyone else ever. Which is partially why keeping, or at least, attempting to keep it a secret for just two weeks was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But now, I'm in love, and I can not care who knows it. You complete me, I complete you. The complete absolute bending of reality and utter surrealism of this entire situation is overshadowed by the fact that I have you.

And you have me, completely and fully.

And though I've said this before, you make tomorrow worth waking up for.

Ah.

Bliss.

'Til Tomorrow

Indi

Bliss - Definition of the word Bliss, The Free Dictionary

One week.

One fantastic, strange, surreal, mind blowing week.

Wouldn't trade it for anything.

'Til Tomorrow

Indi

In the Drama studio, in the middle of my HL theatre class. We're just going around talking about each other's pitches, and I want to look busy/have something to do/not listen to certain people's pitches so I'm just gonna post.

You know what I hate? Blogs that are stupid, ordinary people with no story to tell being preachy. Even worse, people who have suffered nothing acting as if they've suffered some sort of intense emotional trauma for the better half of their lives. :/

I know my experiences, I know myself. I know I wasn't the same person as I was a few years ago, and in many ways, I'm glad about that. But certain events in my life, both great and shit, have shaped me into who I am now. And yes, sometimes when I write on this blog, I will talk about them, but most of the really specific parts about things that have happened have been either locked or are private. Christ, the whole reason I rebooted this thing was because my original blog was so full of depressing bullshit from 3 years ago that I couldn't bear to look at it when I returned to the blog.

Which is why I get sickened/pissed off when I read these blogs. One in particular, a blog about someone I know. Don't worry close friends, he has never read this and I doubt he ever will. Hell, he doesn't even go to the school. Hell, he's never gone to the school. Hell, noone in the school knows who he is (Bryant, it's definitely not you, and I need to put that in because unfortunately, you fit most of the above.).

This guy, let's call him R, or rather, AnnoyingSkinnyGuy, or rather, Shrimp, or rather ShutTheFuckUpYou'reNotThatInteresting. Now R is a perfectly ordinary guy, who as I have understood it, has had no severe emotional trauma, has had no real problems in his life, and has never really experienced anything quite 'out there'. Has never been daring and likes to think himself some sort of preachy, moralsitic amazing hero.

Now the first problem I have with R is that he feels a need to tell people what to do. Rather than being objective, he attempts to be 'in your face' with his opinions, of which I understand is because he's actually just a really boring person. An example below, in fact, an extract from his blog:

Watched Where got Ghost?
Directed by Jack Neo. Awesome director. My opinion on him? Unchanged. Still one of the best homegrown directors that I have ever seen, and ever appreciated.
Basically, the movie is split into 3 different stories, all with a coda at the end. Really interesting to watch.

If you're not in the mood? Don't watch it.
Some jerkass behind my family and I, complaining how he didn't get most of the jokes, and at the end of the movie, said it was a sucky movie.
To that random arsehole? F*ck you. Don't like the movie? Don't watch the damned thing.
It's one of those movies that will suck, if you're not in the movie, I gotta admit. Then again, if you're not in the mood, then everything sucks.

Wow. Just wow. So this 'jerkass' behind your family and you, who complained during the movie, and then when it was done, makes him an asshole. Wow. Apparently his opinion is far, far less important than yours. Also bearing in mind there was no way this man could have known completely and utterly what the movie was going to be like, and I doubt it was so bad he would have walked out after paying around $10 to see it. Also bet you didn't have the balls to say 'F*ck you' to the guy anyway.

What also irritates me is the shallow thinking he attempts to pass off as philosophical. Another extract from said blog below (talking about a web series about a rabbit and a cat trying to be together):

Personally?I love this series because it really captures how painful life can be for this people.
If you're gay, stay gay.
You're happy that way, no?
If you're dating a person of another race? Go for it.Fuck whoever says what. Your life.Your rules.
Ryan out.

Eugh. Christ.
Yes, very good, you have verified my life apparently rules. You have shown me an incredibly in depth thought process about what you have percieved as real pain. Elaboration would be nice.

Although it may seem just I'm just bashing on the guy, I ask you to take a step back and simply understand that...

...I just do not like this person. I'm not going to be an ass to his face when I see him, partially because there's being civil and then there's being rude. Which he attempts to be. He's the kind of person who is insecure about his beliefs, at least the way I see it. He's the kind of person who I percieve as having to make up an interesting story about himself because his life feels either boring or insignificant.

What set this blog post off you ask? That'd be this:

"No matter what they say about Pokemon, it's a kickass RPG. Wanna Insult Pokemon as a video game? Give me 10 reasons why it sucks.I'll bring each and every one of your points down."

"Of course, the anime sucks. Nothing can redeem that. Also, the manga rocks. The Adventures series."

"Anyways, Bottom line, Love something? Love it with all your heart. Love someone? Love he or she as much as you can, in your capacity as a friend.Ryan out!"

...That sort of in your face without justification or even a hint of suaveness, cleverness, or sense of what can be described as 'cool', gets to me. I mean, I can be brash and in your face sometimes, but not like...this. It's disgusting, really. I like Pokemon. I grew up with Pokemon, I played Pokemon as a child, hell I still play Pokemon. I know enough to call myself a fan. But I'm not going to go onto a public place (this particular stroke of genius was posted by R on facebook, for all to see) and proclaim that I'm going to 'bring every single one of your points down' simply because I'm a fan.

Now if I was R, I would follow up with something along the lines of : Bottom line, be yourself. Fuck everyone else. Yeah life is awesome. I'm cool. I'm the hero of my story. I have awesome friends. I've got emotional crap, I feel like a heartless person. Memories torment my soul everytime I sleep.'

Which of course is a tirade of endless bullshit. My point, to be succint, is that I personally cannot stand people who feel insecure about the things they like have to be 'in your face' about said thing. Noone cares that you play Pokemon unless you want to talk about it. Noone cares that you think anyone who doesn't like it or thinks it's for kids is an arsewhole. And noone cares that you would use that as excuse to try and tell everyone something that you think would change their lives, and certainly not in a way like Love something? Love it with all your heart. Love someone? Love he or she as much as you can, in your capacity as a friend.Ryan out!".

Am I being hypocritical due to the content on my own blog? God I hope not, because there are parts of this thing that are actually interesting to read, without flabby reasoning.

Also, his obnoxiously loud cover version of George Michael's Careless Whisper as done by some sort of emo-rock band is incredibly shite. You should be able to turn off music on your blog dammnit. I hate it when people do that. Anyway, I know something he doesn't.

Bell just rang. It's probably best I don't rant more. Hope to god I don't sound as hypocritical and jaded as I think I do.

'Til Tomorrow

Indi

Tedium is the worst pain.
-John Gardner, Grendel

Skies have been greyer lately...and the city lights look dim tonight. Is it just me? Not sure. :/ But that's just an observation. Apart from some fustrating things (really frrustrating things...including but not limited to a movement piece called Frustration) but apart from that, things could be worse and are generally good.

Things are good right now...kinda. Shittons of work. EE, tests I don't care about, RI, World Lit 2, TOK essay...but obviously the EE is the main thing right now. It'd be great if Jamie oh, gave me a couple of days more. :/ I've had to redraft the thing a whole load of times, but I have faith in what he think is the right thing to do with it. Don't really have a choice, and I really would like to well on the accursed thing...

I really need the weekend. Like desperately really. I also need a couple of days after the weekend just to work. I guess what I'm asking for is more goddamn time. :./ That and the fact rehersals are catching up to me and I really need to start learning my lines...if there's one thing I honestly want to do, it's not dissapoint Jo, or the cast.

Speaking of which, time for a plug:

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 In other news, I have too much work.
Oh wait, that's not other news at all.

Bloody hell. I wouldn't mind as much if it was proper work that I had to do (EE) but shit like Spanish sheets or Ecosystems writeups or Math work is just useless crap that I don't need.

AUGH need more free time and less lethargy.

Oh, and going to see Woyzeck tomorrow with the theatre buds. Ought to be interesting/fun.

Feel like I should be writing more...but I don't think I've anything else to say here. Things proceed as usual.

Oh shit, yeah, AIDs benefit auditions are on the 25th. Seriously hope we get in and play the same place we played last time...in all honesty we're the most hardworking band in the grade, if not the school. I hate it when some people choose bands based on the people in them rather than musical ability. Dunno if I should really rant about it, but yeah. We've been playing great lately, we rocked last time, we can clearly get people moving, hope we get to play the another 12 song set this year. :)

Aaah. Life so much to do, so little time, absolutely no reprieve.

Well, things could be worse.
And things are better.
So all's good.

:D

'Til tomorrow

Indi

This post was originally private and has now been unlocked. - Indi

LIKE HELL IT DIDN'T

FUCKING YESSSSSSS
YEAAAH
I AM IN A RELATIONSHIP
WITH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

<3

EDIT: RYAN LOH JUNJIE IS A FUCKING TOOL

YEAAAAH