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Argh! I just couldn’t finish writing my latest review!
My blog has been very quiet these days. TOO QUIET, in fact, that it appears to be on life support. I have too many duties to fulfill and I barely get enough time to write about stuffs at all.
And now here I am, instead of writing a relevant subject matter (i.e. what people come here for) I’m posting another inconsequential entry. I must be really bored!
Tagged - The rules are once you’ve been tagged you have to write a blog
with 6 weird things or habits about yourself. In the end you need to
list 6 other people to tag and put their names in your blog. Don’t
forget to leave a comment saying "you’ve been tagged, read my blog" (author’s note: sorry, but I’m not going to do the listing bit. I’m too lazy for that.)
1. I can talk so much about Jazz music that it sounds as though that’s my career. I even know a fair amount of musical jargons, such as diminuendo, crescendo, arpeggio, allegretto, vivace, etc. As a result, people sometimes think I am a musician. Nice. I would love to be one, so that instead of critiquing other people’s music, I would make my own record (while still critiquing other’s music, a la Pat Metheny to Kenny G, or Keith Jarrett to Wynton Marsalis). And besides, I wouldn’t call music my "career" had it really been what I get paid for. I only reserve the word for something far more dull and prosaic. If music was my job, I’d call it "living fantasies".
2. I totally hate corporate ineptitudes. The guiltiest offender of this is "bureaucracy", which is a fancy term that actually means "a lot of queuing and running around and waiting just to get one page printed". I mean, sheesh, it’s not as though we enjoy seeing you, people in government office, biting fingernails or yapping around with each other while we wait for our papers to get "processed" or "incubated".
3. Knowing that I’m aurally sensitive, why, oh why, does EVERY funny noise seem to quell whenever I’m awake, only to clog my ears whenever I try to take a nap? There has been far too many occasions that substantiate my belief that "Everytime I try to sleep, the world conspires that I stay awake". Whenever I try to close my eyes, there’s always a not-so-coincidental banging and scratching and scraping and, good Lord, a cacophonous telephone’s ringing that would wake me up. Guys, I get tired too! And I don’t take steroids!
4. You can write a 500-paged essay about why you think Hale music rocked, and how his "cryptic" lyrics spoke of truth of divine significance. Here’s a bolder truth: I. don’t. give. a. damn. Hale (and his ilk) sucks!
While I’m more commonly an open-minded person, when it comes to music, I’m quite obstinate.
5. I would talk about practically anything, which might weird some people out. They think I have opinion on just about anything (which I don’t. I have no clue whether it should be Christmas or Xmas). And they think I would disagree with them on just about anything (and again, I don’t). I just don’t follow norms or its way of thinking. Of course that’s a vague rhetoric, and I have no idea how to be a little more specific about my esoteric tendencies. I can only tell you that I’m just that: esoteric.
And Hale sucks.
6. I really hate people who try to bait you on your sympathy. To be more specific, I don’t like it when people seek attention by making you feel sorry for them. Doubly so if the sorry-state wasn’t honest. As an example, I do give alms to the beggar if they are honest about their need of finances, but I don’t give a .02 to ANYONE claiming s/he hasn’t got the money to commute home, because dammit, how come I see you doing the same thing, for exactly the same reasons, every-freakin-day?
Another example is when a certain boy begs to have a girl’s affection, by narrating his sob story and how the girl would make his life infinitely better. Gosh! If you have a sob story, isn’t it better that you deal with it yourself instead of dragging other people along for the jerky ride? So dumb.
