.SNSD

I have grown to like SNSD and not have a negative attitude towards them.
Hmm, I actually think I enjoy watching them more than T-ara nowadays..
They are more variety oriented and more daring to exhibit their physical talents or variety skills.
I cannot say much because I have only started to like them, but current impressions are pretty good.

(T-ara seems more reserved, the people who are more active would definitely be Eunjung, Hyomin and Jiyeon even still they hardly surprise me with their trot medley, personifications and taekwando skills.


I think it's also possibly because of their horrible controversies that affected part of my view about them but sometimes I wonder whether such stuff are really true, well, considering the fact that part of my opinion of them changed when they came over for the Kpop HTW as well..)

Have you heard SNSD's new song?
The Boys.

When I first heard it I didn't quite like it but I have grown to appreciate it.
Something funny; when I first heard Jessica say "GG" in the intro of the song
the first thing that I thought of was 'Good Game' a phrase used by teenagers to mean something bad is going to happen. Like it's Game Over for you.

Then I suddenly realised that it was MOST PROBABLY referring to Girls Generation; GG.

How silly was I! :D

.New Semester

The new semester has started, a week ago actually.
I'm not feeling too good about it.
It was not quite what I had expected it to be.
Times like this, I feel like giving up.

.Halloween at USS 2011

THIS IS MY BEST HALLOWEEN EVER.
I just got back from a halloween event held at USS.
Thanks to Nellyn, she won a pair of free tickets from 98.7FM.
THE LAST PAIR OF TICKETS! :D

There were 6 scare zones, a pity that we only managed to go to 1 but it was the Peranakan House which was featured in the news, I guess it should be the scariest one! :D

It was pretty awesome, there were certain points that really made me jump or was scared that something might happen.
It's hard to describe in detail and I didn't take any photos in there but in short there were zombies eating human body parts at a table, a chinese female ghost playing the piano, fake rubber bodies hanging around in a mirrored mazed, soldiers flying straight into your face swinging by a rope, zombies jumping out from nowhere behind clothes, doors and curtains.
I was simply glad that there were many people in the same haunted house.
If it was a pair thing, I might just go weak in the knees (since Nellyn was dependent on me as well)

Nellyn was too afraid to go to the rest of the haunted house so we didn't proceed.

We had a strategy, go take the rides first then take your photos.
It was indeed the right strategy.
The zombies, ghosts, monsters were so hyped up in scaring you that they hardly stop for long for you to take photos of them furthermore with them.

But after our rides when it was already 12am, the zombies, ghosts and monsters were either tired or not as enthusiastic anymore, some stood motionless, some sat on benches, some walked around aimlessly, there weren't as much scaring as before but it was the best moment to take photos with them. :D

As for the rides, we first took the HUMAN (red) roller coaster.
It scared me out, there wasn't any safety bar over my shoulders, just at my waist, i felt so insecure.
And I haven't taken a roller coaster in a while.
i felt all light headed after that.
Nellyn wanted to continue to the CYLON (blue) roller coaster.
Although I was fine with the idea but I was initially afraid.
I thought, "If I'm scared of the red one, wouldn't I be more afraid of the blue one?"

This is because the red one although the safety bars are not over your shoulders but there were no upside down coils. There was practically nothing for you to hold on to!
The blue one has safety bars over your shoulders but it had 5 upside down turns and your legs are dangling in the air.

It turns out, i enjoyed the CYLON more than the HUMAN.
I think the safety bar gave me more security so I had the guts to let loose and enjoy, relaxing at plunging moments and not clutching tightly at my safety bar,

But we noticed that the slopes of the HUMAN(red) was steeper than the slopes of the CYLON(blue)

After the HUMAN we went on the CYLON and continued to the MUMMY ride.
The mummy ride was enjoyable, although I have never sat on the one at Escape! Pasir Ris Downtown but I feel that it would be how I would have felt.
Because it was so dark inside during the ride that I could imagine how it would have been on the one at Escape!

We then went back to the CYLON.
Because of the long periods of queueing these were the only few times we managed to sit on the rides.
Collecting our bags from the lockers, we fatefully skipped the $15 extra locker rent and went off to take photos with the monsters, zombies and ghosts.

I think I have an affinity with them.
When I'm helping Nellyn snap a photo, a couple of zombies stood behind me and breathed down my neck.
Yet another time when Nellyn was taking a photo beside a surgeon, the nurse came up beside my and placed her bloody cotton wool near my face.

We met all the monsters or zombies and ghosts that we saw on the way in, which was lucky I thought they would have gone off already since it was already 12.10am.

Rides and activities were supposed to end at 12am.

The whole event started at 8am, 2 hours after the day operation of USS.
I think it's amazing of much they can put into place in 2 hours if all the props and make up were not done in the day.
The overturned cars, crates stacked up high, dried grass/hay on the ground everywhere.
I think it was very good cooperation between the company and staff.

Oh there's an area in front of the Egyptian tower, which became some temporary clubbing place.
Loud techno music was blasting and colour lights shone around, even the egyptians and monster was dancing inside.

Oh and guess what, when I exited from the peranakan house I saw this year one girl from np who is working as staff.
She even auditioned for my locvid musical project. From AHS as well. :)
What a coincidence.

All in all it was my best Halloween experience perhaps because it's my first but it has really been a good one, a good celebration :)

To add on to this wonderful experience, not only were the actors good, props and make up real, but the staff were friendly too :D

.I never thought of this

An extract from The Myopic Years by poppy pachinko

Leopold asked me, "How come every year seems to keep going by faster and faster than the previous year?"


I answered, "It's relativity."


He looked at me. "You mean you actually understand that Einstein shit?"


I shrugged. "I don't know if it's related. I meant relative as in proportionate. Like, as each year passes, each year of your life becomes a smaller and smaller fraction of your total age. So 1 year used to be half of your life when you were 2, so that it seemed very long. When we're freaking 26, 1 year is like 1/26, which is zero point... zero point three something something something."

I never thought of this before.
I never googled it before.
Maybe it's really the answer.

.Phrases me like

From the book entitled, "The Myopic Years" written by poppy pachinko.

"Life was a lonely enterprise, I decided.
People were beginning to move too quickly and individually; I felt in need of an anchor amidst this sea of change. I sunk into an inexplicable gloom."


"I dwelled for a long while in teenage reveries of the famous and the beautiful and the ever-happy."


"Within me raged a silent civil war and in the end all the little alphabets of words of soldiers died so I had none left to speak."


"I followed my stars on a virtual trail through their televised lives in a galaxy of websites and shuttling cookies."

If you ever get an opportunity to chance on this book, read it. don't be turned off by it's seemingly composition-like writing. It's definitely not a school girl composition, it's more of a diary into the life of a sexually confused girl with events that is sure to struck a string or two in your heart.

Have a good read, have The Myopic Years.

.A good read

Yesterday night I flew into a rage.
Something that I have not done in a while.
After some yelling and storming around I got back to the book that I was reading 2 hours before.
Trying to drown my sorrows and suppress my anger through the mystical swarm of words.

I borrowed this book a few days before, it's entitled "The Myopic Years" by poppy pachinko.
I started reading it the day before but I found it hard to concentrate, with a list of other things I could do at the back of my mind.
But yesterday night, in desperate means of trying to get my mind back into composition I delved into the numerous pages and swam around in the seemingly inexhaustable list of words I did not understand.
Pathetic.

18 years of age but my chest of vocabulary words seemed to have stopped at the age of 12.
I decided to start from page one and as I paced my mind and heart to digest each and every word I was reading, I also begun to jot down each and every word I did not understand.
It was easy for me to derive the meaning of the words from the sentence structure itself but I had the sudden rush of ambition to check them up the dictionary. Even words that I knew of but hardly utilise.

I read and read and read. 25 pages into the book and I had 32 words written down.
I read and read and read. In a matter of 2 hours I had the book of 152 pages digested.
It's not a big feat I supposed, 152 pages in 2 hours but it was the experience that counts.
Maybe it was a good book or maybe I was a good reader; but I felt that I was listening to someone's story or I had jumped unknowingly into someone's dream.

Before I knew it I seem to be donning, donning.. (omg I just realised that there wasn't a single mention of the author's name in the book) the author's skin and slipping into her shoes.
I guess that's why I felt that I was standing in the author's position, because her name wasn't mentioned. At all.

As I read, I smiled and chuckled at the certain scenarios or comments that the author had tactfully brought across. It was a very Singaporean thing I supposed and I assume that the author is Singaporean from the way she had mixed malay and hokkien words into her brilliant use of the English language. Typically Singaporean, typical Singlish.*
(*Notice I capitalised S for Singlish, yeah I sometimes feel that Singlish is a Singaporean language, because only we understand it and we know when to use it, it is our code of language.)

"The Myopic Years" was first published in October 2008. Not too long ago, probably why I could relate that well to it.
It had topics about idolising, angst, being sexually confused, meeting new people and finally, looking back.
The author managed to evoke memories of my past with familiar phrases and nostalgic scenarios.
Each topic I feel was definitely how a teen would have felt or experience at a particular stage of his/her life.
Perhaps it's especially for me because the author stopped her story in the book at 18 years old.

I'm going to type out a few short phrases or a paragraph from each chapter/topic of the book so that you will have a better idea of what I'm talking about. All rights reserved to poppy pachinko®

Chapter 1: Before Puberty (Life in primary school)
"His perversity moved me to purchase a long ruler from the stationery shop downstairs and stick it on the table between us."
This made me chuckle because it was what I had done before, I don't think I had used a ruler though but my table was MY territory and my seat partner wasn't allowed to cross over that line between our tables.
It was also a joke my friends and I had made out of during my secondary school days when we had childish bickering.

"They would follow me around and when I wasn't looking swipe their foot before mine so that I would trip and fall, competing with each other to see how many falls they could 'score' with me."
THIS was what my guy friends in secondary school did with their guy friends and girl friends, including me.
Not all the time and not as bad as the author had experienced but definitely brought back memories.

"We always played Captain's Ball during PE. Two children would stand on chairs at opposite ends of the court, looking wide-eyed at the rest of us fretting about beneath their elevated pedestals. We played the game inexpertly. Hands smacked at the ball, at arms, at faces, at eyes."
This was truly reanacting how my friends and I played Captain's ball in primary school and secondary school.
Grabbing the ball and yanking it out of my friend's clutches. A bunch of girls swarming wildly towards the beholder of the ball. I don't need to sit through the game from the start to know where the ball is I just need to follow the crowd.

"While the classmates launched into and incantation of people sitting on the tree to k-i-s-s-i-n-g..."
This was funny, I sang that all the time in primary school to tease my friends and their so called rumoured boyfriends. Childish. "Jenny and Robert sitting on a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g! First comes love next comes marriage then comes Jenny with a carriage."
Now this reminds me of another one; "Early in the morning 6 o'clock, Jenny and Robert went for a walk. Half way through Jenny's panties dropped. Robert's eyes went pop, pop, pop!"
Chapter 2: Girls (Life in Secondary school)
"Basketballers are supposed to be cool, they are the jocks of a girls' school."
Although I did not and never came from a girls' school but it was seemingly similar in my secondary school anyways. Most female basketballers had short hair comparable to a guy's, actions so cool and manly that you start to doubt their true self. But anyways basketball was the pride of my school :)

Chapter 3: Girls with girls (lesbian talk)
"Over the weekend my mother brought me to get soft contact lenses and to make a new pair of spectables a the optician's. I took an hour to learn how to put them in and get them out."
This reminds me of the first time I got my contact lenses. It was scary to know how my fingers were actually supposed to touch my eyeballs to pinch my contact lenses out. I knew the procedure but I just couldn't bear to do it, luckily the optician was patient enough, if not I would have been totally stressed out~!

Chapter 4.5: Dive into the Reverie of Glittery Ambition (J-pop/K-pop)
P.S. I like this chapter best.
"My idols joined the industry as little boys, aged 9, 10 or 11. They start off as backup dancers, trainees, apprentices, little understudies. The management company cleverly stocks up on videos of them as kids, playing in the sand or at the onsen, or in their dormitories. It archives photos of them in various kawaii poses, vends them to a paedophilic public and then reprints them again a decade later when they have blossomed into teenage Adonises, Dorian Grays or Narcissuses, this time to a mass of hormonal teenage fans who snap them up and contribute to the industry's burgeoning revenues."

"The marketing came from North Asia but the appeal is international I suppose, having noted the increase in French, Portugese and Spanish fan-subs for online videos."

"The online community was efficient in the dissemination of information and fan-girls online were profuse in their sympathetic comments and well-wishes"

I got to agree with the author on this. The first time I really indulged in K-pop was nearing the end of 2010, despite my late addiction I was surprised to see so many international fan-subs for online videos. There were spanish subs, portugese subs, vietnam subs, thai subs and one in particular I was extremely surprised but unfortunately I can't recall it right now. I was shocked because when I was living in my shell I thought only my friends were k-pop crazy. Never did I know that it was The world.

Chapter 5: Accidental
"My parents left the theatre commenting to me, "I didn't know Lila could act so well, She fell so naturally!" I tried to tell them that the fall was not in the original script but they just asked, "Oh. so she just added it in herself?" "
This is hilarious. I thought of the many times I had tried to explain the truth of a situation to my parents but they seem to already have a self-generated idea of what's going on and would not believe that what I was telling them is true. That actually really pisses me off.

Chapter 11: Politics (Weird girl in class)
"Students from the other class ran over to see how she looked like and to ovserve her infamous antics."

"Rani and Aida, who were in the adjacent classroom (they were in 3 Lambada) told us that their class received a lot of stray visitors daily.

"Where's she? where's she? Which one?" A flock of busybodies would crowd outside and hiss at Rani, who sat by the window.

"Wrong class wrong class. 3 Mambo 3 Mambo not 3 Lambada." Rani would then wave them towards the right direction with an air of irritation"
This happens every where else in the world I supposed, not only in Singapore. But I was fondly reminded of how fast news spread in secondary school, from class to class; mouth to mouth, ear to ear.
There was a new transfer student in Secondary 2, word got out and everyone was purposefully finding a chance to walk past the classroom to have a glimpse of the new boy.
P.S. Micah, if you are reading this, I'm talking about you! :)

I think this is all I shall divulge, hopefully I had evoked some curiosity in you!
I shall share a few phrases I personally like in the next post! :D
Thanks for reading :)

I am human; I have a temper.
I still throw tantrums but I am no longer a kid.
I just want it my way.