My New Year's wish for 2008 is that Blogger can incorporate a chip into my brain so that I can publish new posts off the top of my head because it's getting really annoying. I know what I want to say, I have the basic idea of what is going to be said but I just cannot be arsed to sit down and type it out.
Yes, I am aware that should such a thing miraculously appear, there is going to be a huge risk of me publishing stuff that I don't want to be published. That would mean having to stay 100% focused while "mind-typing". Something I can never do.
Kinda like:
" Malaysians can be so inefficient. Why can't the cashier just hurry the fuck up? I mean, if I see one more incompetent fool manning the counter, I'll...... ooo, nice buns!... Err, I mean, erm, check out those, erm, pastries at the bakery, yeah, err, heh, hehe, at's right"
What the heck, let's just assume there is such a thing as "mind-posting". Looks like fun, I think I'll give it a go to see if such an invention can be put to practical use. I will now type off the top of my head, and it will be completely unedited. Hopefully, nothing will go wrong.
What Goes On In CM's Head During A Regular Post, Unedited:
New Year's resolutions. Forget the celebrity spout bullshit about there being no such things as New Year's resolutions. There is such a thing, I believe. Or at least I think so. Bah, regardless, here are my resolutions for the year 2008. Woohooo! I love 2008. Wait, Gah!
I, erm, I will try to be more punctual in 2008, in the new year. I......... Right now, the only... I...Damn it..... I ..... Okay, I got it.... erm... Right........Gah!!! Okay, steady... Clear, crisp, sentences.. Crisp sentences?! Mmmmmm.. crisps....
Darn it... Argh!! Okay, one more try, one more try....
Okay, I hate non-punctual people. I really do. I can't stand it when people set a time to meet up and then arrive 20 minutes late, especially if it's work-related. But, to lambast them for it would be hypocritical because I tend to be late myself. So there, I want to try to be early or on time in the near future, in the, next year, so I can finally be self-righteous, is that the right word? hmmm, bah, I say bah a lot in my head, funny, I never liked the usage of the word.
Okay, what I mean is I want to... I would like to.. I will, yeah, will's the word, be more punctual, repetitive, that's bad, you don't, you should never use the same word twice in a paragraph, basic writing mistake. Digressing.... say, digressing is such a, i mean digressing is getting, becoming the new "cool word" to use these days. It's like, I see it in everyone's blog these days.
It used to be "narcissistic" and before that "go figure" was all the rage. Oh well, note to self: do not use the word digress anymore. Okay, what was I saying? Right, erm, I want, I am going to be more punctual, is there such a thing? I think punctual alone will do. Yeah, I will be punctual for every meeting this year so I can finally have the ammunition to blast those who are not.
I did it ! Conveyed what I wanted to say with minimal fuss. Okay, looking back, maybe not. Should I edit it? It does look a little stupid. Very incoherent and lots of straying away from the main topic. Hmmm, very gramatically incorrect as well. And erm, yeah, only 1 resolution? The usual I guess, gain weight, study harder. Oh wait, that would be a half-year resolution since I graduate in June. Or was it May? Should be June, I guess. Hungry...
Yeah, erm, what other resolutions? Can't really think of any. Oh, the celebrations last night was pretty dull. Ended up in Bangsar with the girlfriend at the, this place, Lawn or something. They had fireworks right on top of our head. The morons! We ended up eating fireworks scraps, you know the leftovers, the erm, shit that comes down once the things explode in the air. Yeah, the girl was pretty hot thoooooohhh noo, you did not just say that out loud! Okay, moving on, moving on, moving on...
Hmm, ICE's coming up a few days after noise. Maybe I should study ICE for a couple of days and then do OD.. darn it, okay, focus. New Year's Resolutions. Yeah, honestly cant think of any. United, Cassian, random thoughts, lallaa, omg, hahah, I sound like maniac. And I typo a lot, I mean, I type a lot of wrong stuff, I mean, I am a bad typist, poor Backspace key, poor, poor.
Fuck, it's tiring to type everything you're thinking of when you're so bloody long-winded. I wonder if God has a log of everything we think of. My, that would be a bloody long list. Kinda like that file cabinet in Bruce Almighty. Good Movie. Hah, a black God! Haha! I mean, you racist. Why can't God be black? Shit. Gah!
United game tonight. Sigh. Birmingham is easy game though. Hopefully West Ham can do us a favour. But doubt it, small teams cant summon enough fight to beat 2 big teams in a row. So, can't see it happening. Oh well. Okay, studies, gotta continue studies..
Okay, gotta end this, I wonder if the neighbour's wi-fi is still on. Gonna hate it if I wanna post and the connection's lost. Haha, stealing wireless connection. Stupid router of mine kong already though. Sigh, gotta get a new one. Sien..
Sighh, back to studies, I guess. Exam's coming. And mind-posting doesn't work. Makes my posts look like Ama........ phew!!! Just about held it in! Thank God for that! Am.. A.. Gahhh!!! Stop thinking of that name!! Gahhh!!!!!!!!!!! Must post now before damage is done....
Oh, and Happy New Year, guys..
Monday, 31 December 2007
Thursday, 13 December 2007
Hypothetical Question of the Week
You are 40 years old and have worked very hard to reach where you are in life. For some reason unexplainable, you decided to liquidate all your assets and then proceed to withdraw your life savings, every single cent of it, from the bank.
Now you went to withdraw it with your mother, and just before she was able to step into the car, two robbers (or more, its pretty irrelevant) grab her, put a gun to her head and ask you to hand over everything.
Unbeknownst to them however, your mother has a fatal condition and would have died the following day anyway. Hey, I never said this was going to make any sense.
So the obvious question is would you choose to:
A) give them what they want so your mother can live another 15 odd hours
or
B) ignore them. Tough choice but you have half of your life more to go through and hey, it ain't cheap staying alive.
Answers in the comments section please.
Now you went to withdraw it with your mother, and just before she was able to step into the car, two robbers (or more, its pretty irrelevant) grab her, put a gun to her head and ask you to hand over everything.
Unbeknownst to them however, your mother has a fatal condition and would have died the following day anyway. Hey, I never said this was going to make any sense.
So the obvious question is would you choose to:
A) give them what they want so your mother can live another 15 odd hours
or
B) ignore them. Tough choice but you have half of your life more to go through and hey, it ain't cheap staying alive.
Answers in the comments section please.
Friday, 7 December 2007
Someone Shoot This Moron... and Britney Spears too. Thanks.
Mainstream hip hop annoys me these days. They all look the same, they rap about the same things and the beats sound the same.
None are more annoying though than this wannabe Soulja Boy, some dude who pronounces "watch" as "war". The fact that this lame song became a hit in the US charts makes me question the musical tastes of people these days.
Here's a clip of the song:
What are the strengths of hip hop? Well, anyone can rap to a good beat so it's definitely the lyrics. So there we go, the lyrics and the flow of the rap coupled with a cool beat is what makes a good hip hop song. Since this song made it to #1 on the billboard Hot 100, it's gotta have some of those right?
Well then, let us sample some of the gems and life lessons this song has to offer:
" Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe...
I'm jocking on your bitch ass
And if we get the fighting
Then I'm cocking on your bitch ass
"
What beautiful poetry! Edgar Allan Poe has nothing on him. I mean rhyming "jocking on your bitch ass" with "cocking on your bitch ass"?! Wow, see what he did there? How the hell did he think of that? I mean just, that's just, just mind numbing!
Which builds up nicely to the 2008 Grammy nominees. How in Vanilla Ice's name did this turd get nominated for "Best Rap Song"? With one foul stroke, the Grammys have lost all their credibility in my eyes.
As a comparison, here's Common's "The People", which was nominated for "Best Rap Solo Performance" but not for the "Best Rap Song" category. It's a really good song, the least you can do is click play:
Of course, even with some really strong lyrics,a smooth flow and a very tight beat, it wasn't good enough to topple the other heavyweights. Heavyweights such as:
Ayo Technology by 50 Cent
and
Big Things Poppin' by T.I.
To put things in perspective, this verse from Common's "The People":
"
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
And the struggles of the brothas and the folks
With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes
Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder
Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr
"
is deemed not good enough to beat the might of
"
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
"
and
"
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit popping, and little shit stopping [3x]
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option
"
Well, there's justice for you.
It would have been forgivable if Hitz and Fly Fm didnt feed these lame songs to me everyday. I've to remind myself to get me an FM transmitter for the Nano.
To end this little outburst, here's an open letter to the talented and distinguished Soulja Boy which properly encapsulates my thoughts about him:
.
.
.
.
Dear Soulja Boy,
Die.
Love,
CM
None are more annoying though than this wannabe Soulja Boy, some dude who pronounces "watch" as "war". The fact that this lame song became a hit in the US charts makes me question the musical tastes of people these days.
Here's a clip of the song:
What are the strengths of hip hop? Well, anyone can rap to a good beat so it's definitely the lyrics. So there we go, the lyrics and the flow of the rap coupled with a cool beat is what makes a good hip hop song. Since this song made it to #1 on the billboard Hot 100, it's gotta have some of those right?
Well then, let us sample some of the gems and life lessons this song has to offer:
" Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe...
I'm jocking on your bitch ass
And if we get the fighting
Then I'm cocking on your bitch ass
"
What beautiful poetry! Edgar Allan Poe has nothing on him. I mean rhyming "jocking on your bitch ass" with "cocking on your bitch ass"?! Wow, see what he did there? How the hell did he think of that? I mean just, that's just, just mind numbing!
Which builds up nicely to the 2008 Grammy nominees. How in Vanilla Ice's name did this turd get nominated for "Best Rap Song"? With one foul stroke, the Grammys have lost all their credibility in my eyes.
As a comparison, here's Common's "The People", which was nominated for "Best Rap Solo Performance" but not for the "Best Rap Song" category. It's a really good song, the least you can do is click play:
Of course, even with some really strong lyrics,a smooth flow and a very tight beat, it wasn't good enough to topple the other heavyweights. Heavyweights such as:
Ayo Technology by 50 Cent
and
Big Things Poppin' by T.I.
To put things in perspective, this verse from Common's "The People":
"
This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes
Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal
My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people
And the struggles of the brothas and the folks
With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes
Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder
Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr
"
is deemed not good enough to beat the might of
"
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
"
and
"
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Do it [3x] what you waiting for
Now Lemme hear you say
Big shit popping, and little shit stopping [3x]
Ball on these niggas being broke is not an option
"
Well, there's justice for you.
It would have been forgivable if Hitz and Fly Fm didnt feed these lame songs to me everyday. I've to remind myself to get me an FM transmitter for the Nano.
To end this little outburst, here's an open letter to the talented and distinguished Soulja Boy which properly encapsulates my thoughts about him:
.
.
.
.
Dear Soulja Boy,
Die.
Love,
CM
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