Why like that :(
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dear friend
My friend, I am sorry for my long blog posts.
But my other friend said that I should stick to writing long sentences because she likes reading. (Lame excuse, I know. But I do prefer writing long sentences sometimes, myself.)
I guess I just have a lot to say. (Well you can't blame me for being creative, eh? - No coughing allowed, I just stated the obvious first. You can agree with me later when you realise. Never too late :D)
You say it would be cool if I added photos to my posts. Truth be told, I really do not like to be seen as common since everybody else needs visuals to explain how their days past. (I guess they are mediocre bloggers, but chi lang chi lang bo siang, right?)
However, I think it would be cool if I posted a photo or two once in a while.
Though, I have one condition; take the effort to read lah. Not so hard what.
But you're still my friend no matter what. (Not exactly "going with the flow" of this post, but the latter was nothing but the truth.)
Wow. I guess I have revealed the slight goodness in me.
I know we promised to "keep each other all to ourselves", but I'd just share this memorable criticism we shared not too long ago:
ME: Eh....
FRIEND: I know. That girl walking pass looks like a dog.
My over usage of brackets must be controlled.
But my other friend said that I should stick to writing long sentences because she likes reading. (Lame excuse, I know. But I do prefer writing long sentences sometimes, myself.)
I guess I just have a lot to say. (Well you can't blame me for being creative, eh? - No coughing allowed, I just stated the obvious first. You can agree with me later when you realise. Never too late :D)
You say it would be cool if I added photos to my posts. Truth be told, I really do not like to be seen as common since everybody else needs visuals to explain how their days past. (I guess they are mediocre bloggers, but chi lang chi lang bo siang, right?)
However, I think it would be cool if I posted a photo or two once in a while.
Though, I have one condition; take the effort to read lah. Not so hard what.
But you're still my friend no matter what. (Not exactly "going with the flow" of this post, but the latter was nothing but the truth.)
Wow. I guess I have revealed the slight goodness in me.
I know we promised to "keep each other all to ourselves", but I'd just share this memorable criticism we shared not too long ago:
ME: Eh....
FRIEND: I know. That girl walking pass looks like a dog.
My over usage of brackets must be controlled.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Understanding
What irritates me is when I watch a non-English speaking programme, people must comment, "Of all programmes, you have to watch this. It's not like you're a local over there, and understand what they are talking about."
That is why there are subtitles, arse wipes.
However, I would just like to say, if you are not a Caucasian, why do you watch Caucasian-made programmes ala Hollywood? Can you not watch a local-made one? So what if you think local-made films are a bore or do not make sense, but it's not like Hollywood make any sense ever since the 21st century kicked in; I mean, come on. All they do is plagiarise British films and remake a 98% similar one with different actors ala 'Death at a Funeral'; and God-forbid, Metro Station (of all any other better bands) playing the theme song for 'Alice in Wonderland'. But as if you could understand what they are going on about.
I don't care if it's English-speaking that counts, but why not a Malaysian, watch a Malaysian-made film instead? Why watch Hollywood-made films when you're not even from Hollywood?
Likewise, I prefer to watch non-English speaking programmes (sometimes) CAN OR NOT!!?
So what if I watch a non-English speaking programme? I really hate it when someone else comments, or let alone criticise other people's interests. Hey, you've got your opinions but I did not ask you to criticise my taste of interest. I didn't even say anything about your idol worshiping towards Taylor Swift, so shut the hell up.
Not very understanding of you.
That is why there are subtitles, arse wipes.
However, I would just like to say, if you are not a Caucasian, why do you watch Caucasian-made programmes ala Hollywood? Can you not watch a local-made one? So what if you think local-made films are a bore or do not make sense, but it's not like Hollywood make any sense ever since the 21st century kicked in; I mean, come on. All they do is plagiarise British films and remake a 98% similar one with different actors ala 'Death at a Funeral'; and God-forbid, Metro Station (of all any other better bands) playing the theme song for 'Alice in Wonderland'. But as if you could understand what they are going on about.
I don't care if it's English-speaking that counts, but why not a Malaysian, watch a Malaysian-made film instead? Why watch Hollywood-made films when you're not even from Hollywood?
Likewise, I prefer to watch non-English speaking programmes (sometimes) CAN OR NOT!!?
So what if I watch a non-English speaking programme? I really hate it when someone else comments, or let alone criticise other people's interests. Hey, you've got your opinions but I did not ask you to criticise my taste of interest. I didn't even say anything about your idol worshiping towards Taylor Swift, so shut the hell up.
Not very understanding of you.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Glücklich sachen
Gelesen, wenn du diesen tagge verstehen und tun, wenn du wünschen. Bitte nicht kopie und paste für den grund von wißen, was Ich gerade über blog. Es ist beleidigt und dumm von dich.
Sowïso, vor kurzem, meine liebling freund von Bristol, Maxwell, hab tagge mir im Facebook, über dinge was machen mir glücklich. Abgesehen von meiner üblichen blogging art, Ich tue dies für eine änderung (und zusammenfaßung zu meinem alten blog nächstes mal Ich der weisen wieder :p)
Hier 10 Dinge, die mich glücklich machen:
1. Gummi bären.
2. Musik und tanzen, felsen an.
3. Blog im Deutsch wenn Ich bin im der stimmung.
4. Bitten, "Wo ist meine marzipan!?"
5. Unterlaßung Bavaria (L).
6. Sprechen im Deutsch mit Stefan, und Maxwell auch.
7. Gute filme und musik.
8. Schön fotos von begabte fotografen.
9. Kinder? Nein, nein.
10. Gut.... Ich hab vergeßene dieses.
Nicht zu ernst genommen werden, aber alles ist gut und trüei.
Maxwell, danke für nichts. Aber es war von ihnen dich.
-
(Again) Please do not copy and paste and asked me whether I just blogged such and such. Translating sites are not accurate. It is irritating and I do not wish to be affiliated with morons, thanks.
Sowïso, vor kurzem, meine liebling freund von Bristol, Maxwell, hab tagge mir im Facebook, über dinge was machen mir glücklich. Abgesehen von meiner üblichen blogging art, Ich tue dies für eine änderung (und zusammenfaßung zu meinem alten blog nächstes mal Ich der weisen wieder :p)
Hier 10 Dinge, die mich glücklich machen:
1. Gummi bären.
2. Musik und tanzen, felsen an.
3. Blog im Deutsch wenn Ich bin im der stimmung.
4. Bitten, "Wo ist meine marzipan!?"
5. Unterlaßung Bavaria (L).
6. Sprechen im Deutsch mit Stefan, und Maxwell auch.
7. Gute filme und musik.
8. Schön fotos von begabte fotografen.
9. Kinder? Nein, nein.
10. Gut.... Ich hab vergeßene dieses.
Nicht zu ernst genommen werden, aber alles ist gut und trüei.
Maxwell, danke für nichts. Aber es war von ihnen dich.
-
(Again) Please do not copy and paste and asked me whether I just blogged such and such. Translating sites are not accurate. It is irritating and I do not wish to be affiliated with morons, thanks.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Attitude
In every ballerina's aspect, poise and attitude are equally important. From the way she carries herself, dances, and even walk.
See, the thing about other people is, they just like to say things about you, even if they do not even know who you are. They will say that you are a proud person and that you are not worth knowing. I guess it's quite flattering when other people take notice of your existence, but not so great when they think otherwise.
People see ballerinas as the snobbish, too-good-for-you figures, and think that they're too good for you to befriend with.
Well, this is how we, ballerinas are to you. Sarcasm. *cough*
It is important for us to have that particular posture that could (morbidly) actually decide our whole dancing career. Do you know how difficult it is to get into Royal Academy of Dance London without any of that attitude?!
However, I guess we can't seem to help ourselves from the way we walk and carry ourselves, even outside class itself. I guess it's already in us to walk like that. Others who do not know, will misunderstand and think we are proud people. Come on, what would you think about a person, who happens to dance ballet but (let's say) you are not in the know of that, slouches like a potato; would you say the person has low-self esteem and is (also) proud and anti-social that others are actually not good enough to be her friend? And if you did know about her past time, would you even dare say that the person is not good enough to dance ballet, just because she slouches like a potato?
You want proud? I'll show you proud.
I want to delete some people - especially some I know -, off my Facebook list. Because I am proud like that. And also because we never talk, and the fact that they always act as though they are people who belong to the upper upper class and post stupid Facebook statuses (which they think are so great especially when it comes to stupid overrated Gossip Girl "you know you love me"s. Yuck.) for their friends to comment. Plus, I'm too proud to start the conversation first.
I, as an obliging (proud) person, shall delete them off and save them the embarrassment for looking like wannabes, having countless friends on their list so that other people won't think otherwise. That, is my attitude towards moronic gestures as stated. (And yes, I still really want to delete people - even of whom, I know of - off my list.) (Okay, maybe I am a little bit too anti-social and I just do not like certain people - you know those with heavy make ups and skanky dressing - looking at my photos, even.)
I guess the previous elaborated paragraph before didn't seem to make much sense, but that is solely my opinion on being proud; Wanting to delete people off my Facebook friends' list even if I know who they are, and refusing to talk first.
These are the people who cleverly overused the word 'proud' and blindly stereotype - particularly - ballerinas to be that way. Dancers, be it a tap dancer, street dancer, ballerina, hip hoper, jazz dancer, modern dancer or lyrical dancer, are fun people. While we dance, we cannot judge, hate, or even separate ourselves from life. We can only be joyful and whole. That is why we dance. Perhaps you could do the same, even if you have two left feet.
We dance to express, not impress. Mind your attitude; you ain't seen nothing yet.
And then I end with a double pirouette and balance en pointé and beam with pride until the curtain closes.
See, the thing about other people is, they just like to say things about you, even if they do not even know who you are. They will say that you are a proud person and that you are not worth knowing. I guess it's quite flattering when other people take notice of your existence, but not so great when they think otherwise.
People see ballerinas as the snobbish, too-good-for-you figures, and think that they're too good for you to befriend with.
Well, this is how we, ballerinas are to you. Sarcasm. *cough*
It is important for us to have that particular posture that could (morbidly) actually decide our whole dancing career. Do you know how difficult it is to get into Royal Academy of Dance London without any of that attitude?!
However, I guess we can't seem to help ourselves from the way we walk and carry ourselves, even outside class itself. I guess it's already in us to walk like that. Others who do not know, will misunderstand and think we are proud people. Come on, what would you think about a person, who happens to dance ballet but (let's say) you are not in the know of that, slouches like a potato; would you say the person has low-self esteem and is (also) proud and anti-social that others are actually not good enough to be her friend? And if you did know about her past time, would you even dare say that the person is not good enough to dance ballet, just because she slouches like a potato?
You want proud? I'll show you proud.
I want to delete some people - especially some I know -, off my Facebook list. Because I am proud like that. And also because we never talk, and the fact that they always act as though they are people who belong to the upper upper class and post stupid Facebook statuses (which they think are so great especially when it comes to stupid overrated Gossip Girl "you know you love me"s. Yuck.) for their friends to comment. Plus, I'm too proud to start the conversation first.
I, as an obliging (proud) person, shall delete them off and save them the embarrassment for looking like wannabes, having countless friends on their list so that other people won't think otherwise. That, is my attitude towards moronic gestures as stated. (And yes, I still really want to delete people - even of whom, I know of - off my list.) (Okay, maybe I am a little bit too anti-social and I just do not like certain people - you know those with heavy make ups and skanky dressing - looking at my photos, even.)
I guess the previous elaborated paragraph before didn't seem to make much sense, but that is solely my opinion on being proud; Wanting to delete people off my Facebook friends' list even if I know who they are, and refusing to talk first.
These are the people who cleverly overused the word 'proud' and blindly stereotype - particularly - ballerinas to be that way. Dancers, be it a tap dancer, street dancer, ballerina, hip hoper, jazz dancer, modern dancer or lyrical dancer, are fun people. While we dance, we cannot judge, hate, or even separate ourselves from life. We can only be joyful and whole. That is why we dance. Perhaps you could do the same, even if you have two left feet.
We dance to express, not impress. Mind your attitude; you ain't seen nothing yet.
And then I end with a double pirouette and balance en pointé and beam with pride until the curtain closes.
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