It’s generally accepted that once you get into university and start learning Japanese, you’ll come across freaks. The one with the Japanese girlfriend who claims to know everything; the one who considers themselves fluent thanks to anime; the one who knows everything – except for when to shut up. In magical University-land such has not been the case, but luckily, my tutorials are not without oddities.
The ~*~intellectual~*~ emo, with the amibiguous gender and bleached hair, who decided to study Japanese in his spare time, and then decided to study ‘properly’. He sounds oddly American, but this I’m not opposed to since I’m the same way. And besides, his accent doesn’t make him sound like he’s watched one too many episodes of The OC – unlike yours truly.
The cute one who, five weeks in, still struggles to read hiragana. She doesn’t look totally apathetic, and you want to believe she studies, and yet it’s gotten to the point where even sensei knows better than to ask her a question in Japanese at all. She’s not sure which particle goes where, and trying to explain gives her this dazed expression. I don’t really know how this is possible.
The one who’s constantly nervous. She freaks me out, but I still watch her read vocabulary lists with shaking hands (come on – the test’s only worth 1%!). When speaking in class, her little voice trembles and she actually beats herself up when corrected. Forgot a particle? Go on, hate yourself!
…Then there’s the one who flats, and drinks (…and giggles) a lot. This may not be a typical Japanese language student stereotype, but it’s definitely one of my university. Aha. ♥
And once you’ve seen the crossdressing magician, the rich guys from Korea, and the one with the worst pronounciation of all time, it’s easy to see the ones who are wanting to continue with Japanese. Barely any of them. Most of them would more likely hysterically break down and be unable to even finish first semester, let alone tackle second. Oh hey.
I go through stages, where I’ll only want to eat only one thing. Then it’ll change to something else. Bagels… marshmellows… When I go flatting it’s accepted that I’ll wind up eating only one kind of food ever, wind up totally malnourished, and so fail university. Aw shucks.
Currently, the residential hall I’m staying at has the most gourmet food ever (so I’m very well fed), and then on top of that has a canteen open in the evenings. And it is there that they sell the most amazing food (at the most amazing prices, oh heey!). And it is there, I came across what must surely be food of gods (not counting ambrosia).
In its packet, 390 calories of goodness to fuel me for the studying that happens at night. Yes, it is just study that happens at night, we are nerds here after all.
Nay! Don’t be foolish enough to regard Mi Goreng as being merely another of the “two minute noodles” variety. The kind that instruct you to add only some beef flavouring. So simple. So primitive.
For starters, Mi Goreng require three minutes in the microwave. There’s an assortment of packets to add. Five – like the chilli sauce, and the soy sauce, and delights of little fried onion pieces… The source of the magic is here. We have reached a golden age of noodles, my friends. There should be much rejoicing.
Also, no I’m not suddenly doing sponsored posts; I’m in love with this stuff. Ahh, if only I could survive on it.
So I don’t like KAT-TUN. I thought their album The Best of KAT-TUN was total crap. I’d say that they made me laugh, and not in a good way.
This is the part where I say, I’m sorry. This is all true, but that doesn’t mean I won’t listen to it. I love it.
Yes, even so the English is so bad, the intro to She Said is so hilariously stupid, and the title Make U Wet brilliance bizarre on so many levels, and they make me regret learning Japanese. Are they really serious? They sound like they are. (Oh, the mental anguish! *flail)*
Nonetheless, it’s so cool. In a completely non-serious way, of course, but I still have rules…
super kat-tun listening rules!!!!!1
- Headphones must be on at all times, lest someone walk past my room and wonder what kind of sugary crack I’m on. Although, truth be told, I’ve got to wear headphones all the time nowadays – I’m too scared someone will overhear me listening to Marrow of a Bone and think I’m a psycho.
- Melodramatic lip synching is only permitted as long as the curtains are pulled, with no gaps. Spirit fingers are okay; people probably won’t be able to see.
…This rule I’m currently breaking.
And so, this is my secret secret love. I’m sorry for scarring you.
why people buy iPods
…According to Rebecca – and remember she’s always right.
- They’re super trendwhores. “THEY’RE SO HOT RIGHT NOW… I’LL GET ONE.”
- They’re idiots who’ll buy whatever, and are too lazy to research things (I don’t understand why, since this is a very fun part about shopping). “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO GET, SO I’LL GET WHAT I HEAR ABOUT THE MOST!11″
- They’re convinced they need 80GB of music. “EVERY SONG IS MY FAVOURITE SONG.”
Therefore, I never bought one. There’s also the reason that ASLDKFJFD I HATE APPLE, very much linked to me hating people like #1 on the list. Recently, however, I became #3. I sold out (but I do that all the time, so whatever – it’ll probably be a matter of time before I cave and buy something ugly from Louis Vuitton). I also was very frustrated with how I’ve always had trouble using an iPod. Every single time. I’d want to change menus, and suddenly the song would change… I needed to conquer this.
And now I have an 80GB iPod Classic. Huzzah.
Thus my precious iriver E10, which was brilliant (although a brick), has been cast aside. I’ll always remember the memories… all those hours I spent. Listening. To music.
initial thoughts of an ipod convert
- The packaging was very lulzy, since Apple needs gradients reflections on everything. Because iPods can walk on water too.
- THIS THING IS HEAVIER THAN MY IRIVER. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE.
- Then I scratched at the screen – because I’ve heard about those first generation iPod nanos, ewww. No marks on the screen, which has me very relieved.
- LOL APPLE STICKERS? You’ve gotta to be kidding me.
At last, after poking through all the packaging, I pushed a button. The screen lit up dimly, telling me to recharge it, with super amazing gradients everywhere (cos I ♥ Web2.0). And – it actually is in colour! Other iPods this size people have aren’t like that, which is odd – especially since these people are rich.
So I was understandably suspicious of the packaging displaying its colour screen. This was also Apple, after all, and I hate them, so of course they’d want to mess around with the Fair Trading Act and get a Law student angry. Right?
And then: I can play with it plugged in and recharging? AWESOME. Point over the E10! So play I did. And wow, the Extras menu, playing with clocks, the brightness of the screen, dinky little games…
Why didn’t I ever have an iPod, again?