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tet-chan: This is your vindication.
I'm obsessed with Gackt.
That's right, I'm obsessed with the guy whose name sounds like you're coughing up a hairball.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMWAAAAAAAAA~!!!!!
After that fateful Kinki Kids show I watched last week, which I thought Gackt was only a guest along with Ryuichi, I decided to go see if they have a VCD of it for sale in Sino Centre, so I can watch it again and maybe make a copy for tet-chan. Got to the store that's my Source O' JRock and found out that Gackt's on *every* episode of the 'Dohmoto Kyoudai' (Domoto Brothers
) show cos he's part of the show's band as the pianist (they call him 'Gakkun' ^_^;)
. So I asked them to recommend a couple of episodes and took 'em home. And watched 4 hours of Gackt on Dohmoto Kyoudai.
Omigodomigodomigod~~~~~~ @_@ YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH~~~~
It's like.... I said it before. It's like not being able to look away from a car crash. Him on the show is funny as all hell.... (I especially recommend the ep with Fukada Kyouko) His music, imo, does not have the depth that Laruku or GLAY etc. have, but I can't stop listening to Vanilla (deliciously R-rated... I think I'll have to translate). It's akin to the shame of buying a Britney Spears album. >_< (Yes, I have MARS and Rebirth....!!!) And this guy is a serious character. Just look up his profile. (He claims to be born 4th July, 1540.) And I watch in horror as I beat myself over not realizing that he'd just shot his latest PV (promotional video = music video) in HONG KONG!!!! They showed a few pictures of the shooting in a mag that I have, and I recognise one of the street corners he's on (Cameron Road, TST). May need to go take chalk and mark gigantic X on the pavement stating 'Gackt wuz here.' And take picture. >_<
The only salvation is that I'm laughing my head off every time he says anything, so I'm not completely off the deep end like I'm with hyde or Hisashi...
......
tet-chan can expect more Gackt stuff coming her way. ^_^;
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival/National Day 4 day weekend.
Had a strange 4 days... Had about as much fun as I had serious not-fun.
Of the good things:
Of the bad things:
I think I am just detaching, cos I try not to think about it much. But Mom's been the saint in this, the stress of which also added to her flippiness, but I really respect her for what she's done, cos she actually did what I only thought about doing. Which is a world of difference. And I'll stop babbling about regret cos I feel it's only a selfish release of my own guilt.
Back to lighter things next.
I haven't played Netball since... Form 4?? That makes it a scary 7-8 years since I've played, and I shall do so again tomorrow. @_@ A bunch of alums from DGS are getting together to play...
[For the non-Brits: Netball is a bit like women's basketball with no dribbling. It's (theoretically) non-contact and very fast.]
Lately, a minor irritation has become a pet peeve.
How many of you have received email forwards about
Nostradamus having predicted 911
or that one of the 911 flights had
a flight number/arrival code of Q33NY, and if put into Wingdings it spells something ominous? I got about 6 of them. Just when I thought it was over I got another one today.
HOAXES.
That's right. I'll say that again.
HOAXES.
Get it?? Along with all the forwards that claim that some film portrays Jesus and his disciples as gay, and Bill Gates will take you to Disney Land if you forward an email to 500 people, this is the latest useless thing that takes up bandwidth, and this time it also spreads paranoia. I've whapped people upside the head twice, once for each WTC rumor to have come my way.
STOP IT ALREADY!!
Check out sites like:
www.snopes2.com
or
www.urbanlegends.com
before you send out email forwards!!! (www.snopes2.com actually has a whole section on WTC 911 related rumors, either proven untrue or confirmed true)
Most of the people I know are smart and have a bachelor's degree from great schools if not an ivy --- get a grip, guys!!
......
Okay, done ranting.
On another level, I can understand why people would believe these stories... the desire to rationalize and the desire to think that somehow we could have known, that these events could have been prevented. And face it, people are scared. And scared people are predisposed to believe scary things. As for the sick bastards who make these up and feed off of people's fears and anxieties...
Boston people:
Sat 6 October, Neil Gaiman, Harlan Ellison and Peter David will be at MIT to talk about "media, old new and otherwise." Not sure which society is hosting this, but:
Go go go!!! *^O^*
And say hi to Neil for me. ^_^
I've decided that Gackt is highly entertaining.
Like. He's *funny*.
They were broadcasting one of the shows hosted by Kinki Kids (Doumoto Tsuyoshi and Kouichi) and they had 3 guests: Ryuichi and Shinya, both ex-Luna Sea and now have some kind of solo act, and Gackt. Plus a few other people. They were facing the audience, sitting in 2 rows on stage. First of all, Gackt is sitting in the back row, wearing a dark purple suit, shades, legs crossed, elbow resting on knee and hand cupping cheek. I was already going "AHAHAHA~ he's trying to be cool" when I saw him there. Then they introduced Ryuichi, who'd brought donuts. As everybody else fight over the donuts, Gackt shrinks a bit. Then Kouichi notices that Gackt isn't taking any.
K: You want any, Gackt?
Then they proceed to ask Ryuichi about the 5 rumors about him that are flying around, stuff like "They say that you sing your song 'Glass' whenever you go surfing, is that true?" And then Tsuyoshi proceeds to do an impression of Ryuichi, paddling and surfing on his swivelling stool, which was entertaining enough. But the best part was when they asked Ryuichi "Is it true that the first thing you do is use your eyes to 'make the kill' on girls you're attracted to?" Ryuichi laughed and explained that it's quite natural to be looking more at the girl you're interested in etc.
And then they ask Gackt what he'd do and he just said
"I'd kiss her."
"Just like that? You'd go up and kiss her??"
So they made him demonstrate. He got up and was at stage right, while Tsuyoshi ("the girl") is at stage left. Scenario is they're on the street or whatever and walking towards each other. Tsuyoshi is just looking down, walking, while Gackt is walking, hands stuck (coolly, of course) in pants pockets. Suddenly, as they are about 2 feet apart, Gackt reaches out with one hand (other hand still in pants pocket), cups Tsuyoshi's cheek and pulls him close with every intention to kiss him full on the lips but Tsuyoshi just shock-bounces back to the far end of the room.
That was the precise moment when I thought, "Gackt tte omoshiree yatsu da."
Then they did an impromptu song for Ryuichi (they'd just decide a style/beat whatever and everybody gets in a line and each has a go at making up about 3-4 lines based on the previous interview session and they'd pass it on to the next person), and Gackt was funny with that too though I don't remember exactly what he sang. How he can pull that off, shaking maracas, while still maintaining his "cool" face I'll never know. Actually, I think most of the fun comes from this dead pan try-to-be-cool-face coupled with insane answers/mentality. And it's kinda like not being able to look away from a car crash, to use Carrie's words from Sex and the City.
That and one can never forget that performance of Vanilla... (One more quote from Phoebe of Friends: MY EYES!! MY EYES~~!!!)
I need to check out more shows that feature Gackt as a guest. I think this is the best comedy act I've seen in a long long time.
(tet-chan's go kill me now, isn't she?? ^_^;)
(But I've got mags for her. So I still get to live. For a while.)
"You should put this in your blog," she said, ripping another piece of her Sunshine Fastfood fried chicken wings with her teeth. "I need to share this with the world~"
That was Sunday. Now here I am, Monday morning, writing this.
Take a step back. On Saturday, Ms Karen Ann Yiu, having parked her Mercedes A190, alias Mercky-chan, outside her Grandma's house, left the one of the car doors open for a grand total of 4 hours. And the car battery died. So she had to call the mechanics up to get the battery replaced.
On Sunday, the same Ms Karen Ann Yiu managed to lock herself out of the same car, keys in the ignition, engine running, air conditioning going, stereo playing and cell phone ringing. We'd gone round to Nanking Street to get some food at Sunshine Fastfood, the home of the best fries, fried chicken wings and chinese rice boxes and to-go noodles. I got out of the car to go make the order and Karen parked the car on the side of the road. Then she had the bright idea to try to unlock the trunk from the driver's seat, failed and did not notice, got out of the car and slammed the door shut. And she had no spare key (lost!), and in any case, her home keys were locked in the car. So I lent her my cell phone while we tried to read the number for after hours mechanics service that was inside on the windshield of the car near the dashboard and the glare of the glass was making things difficult. Finally got through. And we had to wait more than half an hour for them to get from Hung Hom to Jordan to bash one of the windows in and get into the car (Mercky-chan, being a highborn Benz-chick, is immune to the usual jimmying of locks). And we ate some of the stuff we'd bought. "Mercky-chan hates me! She's trying everything she can to keep me from driving her!" "Twice!! In two days!! I think my brain is out."
In the mean time, however, we witnessed the fantastic sight of a heavily pregnant lady run down the street to her car, clutching her belly as she ran, to put more money into the parking meter coz a cop was about to give her a ticket. We just kinda stared and the cop was also quite clearly stunned and the pregnant lady panted and babbled something about "I saw you there so I ran" and stuck her store value parking card into the slot, still clutching her belly. I thought she was gonna go into labor right then and there. "I'd be embaressed to give her a ticket if I were him." said Karen.
Things we wondered while we waited:
K: Wonder if the car alarm will go off when we bash one of the windows in?
Service van finally arrived. They went to the wrong street. We were expecting a tow truck, but they were quite sure we didn't need one. Karen was going to have them bash the front windshield in, coz there's a small crack on there anyway, but they suggested that the windshield can still last a while and costs a lot to replace, so why don't we bash something smaller in instead? Finally decided to bash in the small piece of glass on the left car door near the left rearview mirror (there's a small one next to the normal roll up-down window, more towards the windshield, kinda triangular in shape...). So the papers were signed and one of the two guys came back from the service van with a hammer.
"Is this gonna be loud?" enquired Karen, looking kinda worried. The driver of the minibus over on the other side of the street was looking down with interest and was kinda sniggering. "And will the alarm go off?" "No, it's not gonna go off. Your engine's still running, so the system isn't engaged." they said. "Ooooooh." sez the enlightened duo. One of the guys's gone to get a small piece of towel to put between the glass and the hammer, presumably to lower the sound level. Then he proceeded with the bashing. Or rather, banging. Coz the window wouldn't break. He'd been banging on it about 10 times and then took the towel away and gave it another round of solid hits. No go. We've gotten the entire street's attention. Whole minibus-load of people looking and trying to figure out what the hell is going on, while I try to decide if I wanted to give them the finger. I guess we can be glad that Karen-chan's got no worries about people bashing her windows in, they're probably nearly bullet proof. She can just keep worrying about not being able to break into her own car.
Well, I guess there's a reason these guys are pros. Guy comes back with a huge nail, like a baby ice pick. Then bangs on that to crack the window open. Yeah, like concentrate force on one point. I scored 5s in AP Physics too, so why didn't I think of that? (Okay, so I scored top scores on a nationwide curve. Maybe Darth's prayers were answered that day when our class left the Science Building:
"Let's hope the rest of the country are morons." Coz though I was quite okay with Mechanics, I'm pretty sure I suck on the E&M side.) Glass pieces are not, alas, perfect spherical wonders, but kinda sweet rounded pieces nonetheless. Door is *Ta-daaaaaaah* opened, and we take all out stuff out (including my Nov issue of Asuka) and hailed a taxi while the service guys drove Mercky-chan to the repair place. But they're not sure if they have a replacement window in stock and if they don't, it may take a month of so to order...
So I lied about going to bed.
Been surfing through the pages of people who have them. Many of them can do with a bit of dusting. (And I can say that now that I've cleaned my place up slightly. :P) Come on! Give me new material! Miss you people. ^_^
And K-chan, you should at least have the decency to let me know when you twist fairy tales for your own purposes till they are horribly, horribly wrong.
Finally updated my web page.
Gah. -_-; This past week has been really fucking tiring. Proposals should not drive people to be working in the office at 1am!!! >_< But we got to leave at 5pm today, which is the earliest I've ever left work, I think, partly coz we had a fire drill (the drill was at 5, so we just packed up at 4:50pm and really left the building afterwards :P).
Okay, I should really go to bed now. ^_^;
Read it and tell me if the translation's okay and how I can make it better.
Or listen to it by watching the sample clip.
It's 2 days since, but I still can't concentrate on anything. And I'm still tired, so what if I've gotten 8 hours' worth of sleep.
Can't stop reading and rereading all the news, I've never been this hungry for information. One thing I won't touch is video footage... I don't want to relive the horror of watching the WTC fall again. Watched that live once, and it was harrowing enough.
Can only be thankful that all friends are accounted for... and be comforted by the basic goodness of people, manifest in the kindness shown, by strangers to strangers, and the courage that have never shone so much as in darkness.
And pray for the grieving and the wounded, and those blessed with the power to aid and comfort. And for peace.
There. Another weekend passed.
And shit, it's Monday.
Saw Bridget Jones' Diary on Friday. Nice, cute chick flick and funny. One of those can-almost-make-you-believe-again- awwwwwwwwww kinda movies that reminds you of just how long it's been since your last good kiss. ^_^;
And some (like my project manager) think Hugh Grant is cute. And though not exactly my type, he is rather.
Nearly lunch. I can hardly wait. ^_^;
Okay. This looks semi acceptable now, I can fix it up some more later. |