I like watching JRock music videos for the lulz. Sometimes studying is a waste of time (because hey, I’m gonna fail Law anyway), and I watch Gackt’s music videos. And with shining eyes of love, I watch him struggling to dance.
Ack, no, I’m lying. My determination is such that it is virtually unconquerable (despite my I’M-GOING-TO-FAIL wailing), so Gackt-music-video-watching has only happened twice this year. I’m not as much of a Gackt music video expert as I pretend to be.
Then someone with a fetish for slutty Korean boys (notice that is a qualifying adjective, not one declaring that all Korean boys are slutty, thank you), ordered me to watch DBSK’s Mirotic music video. My life changed forever.
…Because then I clicked on a related video, and saw their Rising Sun music video.
5 reasons why DBSK’s Rising Sun music video = genius
1. Dude in the church has a really nice nose.
Yes, I am that shallow.
2. Good examples of dudes wearing earrings without looking entirely ridiculous
I hope we are all taking notes.
3. Dudes in clubs screaming “NOOOOO” in a dramatic way.
4. The dancing
The first few dancing moves in particular are so fluid and awesome. Up to just after a minute is my favourite part. It’s also occasionally really funny. There’s some head bopping. Does this make them cool? No.. and yet… very much so.
FACT: DBSK music videos make me sad that I can’t dance.
5. SUP IT’S THE BRADY BUNCH.
lolz.
So this music video is the most awesome thing ever, and I laugh every time. Itunes says I’ve listened to it 202 times since I added it three months ago, which proves it must be the best song of all time and I wish DBSK was like this all the time, except it looks like they usually do boring, though sweet, ballads.
(And if it sounds like I’ve turned my back on my darling Gackt, you would be mistaken; I recently heard his unplugged version of Last Song for the first time and swooned several times over. I am also listening to him right now.. ♥ ♥)
Sometimes I think of something so irrelevant to anything that’s happened in real life that it doesn’t have a place in my LiveJournal. Instead of joining the record that is my amazing life, something magical begins to happen… and it is… a new post to panda-duh.org (DUN DUN DUNNNN).
Oh how exciting. Let us take a journey, and behold how this marvellous thing comes into being.
But alas, the first hurdle comes all too soon – my thoughts are often very disjointed and I never know what comes first, so I need to put it in order. This takes an excruciatingly long time (I am the smarts lol). In the midst of it I’ll think, “NO I SHOULD SAY IT LIKE THIS, IT SOUNDS SO MUCH BETTER. OH GOD I SOUND SO CLEVER“… don’t ever think I’m not egotistical.
Midway through my ego trip I’ll get distracted and write about something even more irrelevant, but eventually I’ll have something that needs to be filed away somewhere. I won’t have the heart to delete it (because I’m in love with myself and everything that I write, even if I cringe at it later), so I post it here and get this satisfied, clean feeling.
It’s a long time before that happens. Before I post I’ll sit on it for a week, just to make sure I still like it. More tweaking happens. I once waited a month before posting something truly passive aggressive, whereas other posts were published as soon as I finished them because I’m so convinced I’m right – like how much Bambi sucks.
Some things have never been published. Like this:
These last few months I’ve been downloading Dir en grey PVs. Not because I want to watch all of them; in fact, there are only a few that I really want to see… but I have to download all of them. I need to have the whole set.
One day I might decide that I really really do need to watch Kyo with stupid flicky hair, frolicking around on a lawn singing, “GAAARDDEENNNN”. If there was ever a day when he wanted to be thought of as cute, it would have been then.
This is why I’m up late all night.
That snippet of writing gold been sitting in a .txt document since mid-2007. As utterly pointless as it is I’ve got to keep a lot of things I write – again, because I’m in love with myself. And that’s why I blog.
Apparently I’m set for life with a law degree. Apparently. Never mind that I have no work experience and I’m an average student. Ahah. And just to further eliminate my options, I’m also too bitter, cynical and proud to marry someone and leech off them.
That’s right! This is a “When I leave uni, my life is over” post. So it’s 2am – more like 3am now, shiiiiiiite – and I’m thinking, I am more than what I just said up there (as in, doooooomed). Surely. Hopefully. There’ll be a job for me somewhere, right? Never mind that with nothing to make me stand out, my degree’s useless. The thought of it’s pulled me out of bed, and that’s a rare occurrence, to get it out of my system and onto my computer. Or rather, this blog.
I’m grappling for positives, trying to prove I’m not entirely useless, when I can only offer myself.
In a totally non-sexual way.
‘highlights’ of a becka
- Most of all, this writing thing, which I don’t consider a hobby. Regardless, I love the feeling of publishing stuff to this blog.
- Watching people. Talking to my favourite people. You people are interesting things.
- Introspection. I’m really good at it (or I spend a lot of time doing it), though it usually works to my detriment.
- Interrogating people, forming theories, uncovering mysteries and jumping to conclusions.
- Words. Languages. It reaches as far as to HTML and CSS – even if it is a casual interest.
- Music that initially makes me think “WTF IS THIS” but draws me back until I’ve changed my mind to, “OH WOW THIS IS AWESOME”, like Bjork, Antony and the Johnsons, Dir en grey… even Gackt, when I first listened to him back in 2004.
This also doesn’t count, but you want interesting employees… idk.
- All the obsessions I’ve had, which all have taken a long time to die. At the moment, I’m utterly infatuated with Law. It means I’m not gonna be some soulless drone with a law degree for money and stable career. I’d throw myself into it, forget about the entire world, and be so indescribably happy.
- And before I forget: running. I’m no athlete, and it’s not fun until I’ve made myself run further than I did the day before (or rather, it’s the victory dance that makes it all worth it).
And that is me: I like being cynical, watching people, and then writing about it. Then as a bonus, I think about Law like it’s my boyfriend. homg, hire me now. I’d make a different list for potential employers, filled with uninteresting things, but for the sake of being completely self-absorbed (another hobby) this’ll do. Looking at it, I wonder if I should be doing journalism, or something like it. It’d make a lot of sense, though I’m not sure how to fit in all the Law-lovin’. Actually, I’m not sure at all, I’m just pondering late at night. That introspection thing.
It doesn’t really take into account that I want to be a florist, either. Maybe I should do a BCom/LLB, and start up my own business, since no one else will have me. I’ll become a bizarre woman who sells flowers and solves mysteries in her spare time, then Law could magically become a real person, and I’d marry it, and I’d dutifully cook Law dinner every night. And maybe afterwards there’d be all the Law-lovin’ that I so need. I’d be set for life. Oooooh.
…I think it’s time for sleep.
“THAT’S SO FAIL.” “DOUBLE FAIL.” Congratulations, you just used a widely used term from the INTERNET. You are so hip! So modern! So in with the times for your awkward use of the English language. You might say it’s even a WIN. Now let us partake in the reading of Failblog and Icanhascheezburger and other sites that aid in the bastardization of the English language (omg~)! 
But let’s not.
I cringe when I read it on the internet, but hate it more IRL. Maybe because my hobby is hating popular things. Maybe it’s because people I once respected are now saying it (oooh, burn). Or maybe it’s because you can hear the smugness that accompanies it. Ultimately you’re inferring, “Hahah! You suck, but I am clever for saying something from the internet!!!”, and the hell if that makes you witty.
Never mind that for a phrase to be used IRL, it has to have already been popular on the net for at least a year. And then if something’s being used all over the internet, it’s already been used constantly for a couple of months on 4chan. And sup, they’ve been saying “FAIL” there since at least 2005. You guys sure are cool for saying things that even a /b/tard is growing tired of.
I’ve accepted that LOL is going to stick around – I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s already made its way into a dictionary, and I bawww over this. But more than anything, I hope this “FAIL” thing is a phase.
I hate you all so much. Stop doing this to me. ;_;