I hate Chinese people.

For once, there are so many things I want to blog about but I think I'll just cover one topic for today, so here goes. I think many of us (myself included) poke too much fun at the emo sub-culture prevalent in the rock scene today. It weaves it's spidery web around indie rock, mainstream rock and probably whatever rock genre you can think of. Symptoms include: black eyeliner, size 2 jeans, ugly haircuts, and bad poetry. Ha Ha. Yeah. Making fun of that seems to have lost it's lustre over the last couple of months or so. So, yesterday, I was deep in thought about what would amuse me next when it SUDDENLY occurred to me: CHINESE EMO!

Yes, friends, Chinese-emo . "Josh, what is Chinese-emo?", you may ask. Chinese-emo, or as we in the know refer to as Ch-emo (not in good taste), is a sub-genre of (mainly) Chinese pop music that leaves the listener with a grief as deep as the ocean. Artist of said sub-genre include Wang Lee-Hom, Wilber Pan, Jay Chou (pioneer of the sub-sub-culture of fusion Ch-emo-hop) and various artists with made-up names (that you've never, never in your life heard of before) such as 'Eason Chan', 'Deep Ng' (I'm not making this up), 'Hins Cheung'*(I'm convinced this is a Chinese syllabic spelling of Vince Chong) and 'Yee Mou Hor'**.

Seriously though, is there anything more disgusting in this world than a 20 year-old Chinese boy/man (depending on how you look at it) with man-tears streaming down his face from his profound anguish of love lost whilst sitting in front of his computer, listening to a canto-pop love ballad in a pink, low-cut vee-sweater*** with a pair of white/black (whichever you prefer) emo-glasses and over-hung hair. It really is disgusting.

People who do that sort of crap should really grow a pair and man up. I don't think I have ever been more disturbed in my whole life when I watch people like that operate. Sure, I believe in being in touch with your emotions as a guy (albeit sparingly), but this is going way overboard. Howling your unrequited love to the moon isn't really going change things with your non-existent girlfriend.

So please, dear reader, if you happen to be a Ch-emo: Stop wearing girly colours and trying to strike a sensitive poet pose. Cut all that androgynous crap. If you want to be a girl, by all means be the best girl that you can be. Nobody likes a half-hearted attempt at anything.

Well, it has been a long day and I think I need to start packing up to go home. I'll have more stuff to post on soon. Bye.

Currently listening to: Wilber Pan - Bu De Bu Ai (Have To Love)****


* Yes, there is an actual Hins Cheung (not a joke). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canto-pop (Look under male artists)

** No, there is no actual Yee Mou Hor. If you don't get the joke, say the name out loud a couple of times and you'll probably get it. If you still don't, ask your parents or something, but don't say you got it from me.

*** Pink low-cut vee sweaters, pink t-shirts with supposedly 'urban design print', pink turtlenecks and pink shirts have all been paraded in front of me these two weeks courtesy of the male students from UTAR. Big ups to them for being superb examples of Chinese masculinity.

**** YES IT'S A JOKE.

P.S. As always, any and all comments are welcome. Also, I think I've used more parentheses and dashes in this post than I have in my whole life.

P.P.S. Can someone enlighten me as to the difference between 'artist' and 'artiste'? I was corrected very authoritatively on the difference the other day by someone who is apparently very intimate with his Webster (Dictionary) (Loser). Allegedly, an artist is someone who paints or sculpts while an artiste is someone who performs.

Allegedly.