Resist, Unlearn, Defy

A Fur Pile

2009-07-22T18:11:00.002+08:00

There's a pile of black and brown fur sleeping soundly behind me. Sometimes, it's almost as if I understand how parents feel. =)

Hmm

2008-06-10T13:52:00.002+08:00

"Falling in love with someone is a journey on it's own, whether the feeling is returned or not."

I read this before when I was younger and this has not changed as a truth even as I have grown older.

In other news, I have loads of posts lined up, but nothing seems to inspire me to write them down. Sounds like a fancy way of saying I'm quite lazy, huh? =)

Soon, I promise! =)

I is manager, miss

2008-04-04T10:20:00.005+08:00

Quoted (almost Ad Verbatim) from a real life situation involving Ling Wern Wern

"Hello?"

"Helloooo, welcome to *****"

"Hi, I was just wondering if you guys do deliveries."

"Yes, minimum order 100 and above."

"Hah?! 100? But then you only have to walk across the street."

"Cannot lar, miss."

"But it's just across the street!"

"Cannot lar, miss."

*exasperated* "Can I speak to your manager?"

"I is manager, miss."

*dies*

I hate Chinese people.

2008-03-24T13:31:00.008+08:00

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.

.

2008-03-20T22:43:00.008+08:00

There are many things that I could say.

There are many things that I could write.

There are many things that I could do to take my mind off it.

Somehow, I don't think that any of them could really make me feel any better.

( . _ . )

Comments and opinions welcome

2008-03-13T14:16:00.004+08:00

Don't you think kids today have extremely poor posture? Man, I saw this kid today slumping over as he walked with his hair flopping over his eyes and I wanted to punch him in the nose. I mean, I could forgive him if he was slumped over watching a movie or reading a book, but can't you act like you have at least a backbone and possibly also some hip bones as well?
Can't girls just be mean for once? Like, for instance, to say what they think without trying to prettify it for general consumption?
Where do we draw the line between 'Looking out for yourself' and 'Just being selfish'?

I lied. Comments and opinions MANDATORY.

!!

2008-02-27T00:19:00.002+08:00

You know, I constantly think of great topics to write about while I'm in the car. I'm sitting there, thinking the whole thing through and I say to myself, "This should really be on the blog!" and so I rush to wherever I'm going and finish whatever business I have and then I get back as soon as I can. I sit down, put on my writing face and then... nothing. It just feels like the topics that I want to write about are like how I have my dreams. I wake up and there are just wisps of what I can remember.

COME BACK YOU SLIPPERY DEVILS!

=(

In Retrospect

2008-02-20T17:12:00.002+08:00

I'm in a relationship with a person who only seems to care about the past. Have you ever been in that position? At first, it's seems great to reminisce. Then, it gradually becomes annoying. So what happens if that person is totally oblivious to that fact? I guess most of us would continue to play the gracious host and continue down that line of conversation and write it off as a one-time event. Then... what if the next time you saw that person and all that he or she could talk about was what happened before. Again. And again. And again. And again ad nauseum. You would feel pretty pissed off over time, right? I was.

So now what happens if you find out that the past is all the person has? What if you found out that the future holds little that the person can look forward to and because of that he/she finds solace in the past? Would you feel that I had been cold and callous just like I did myself? What would you feel like? Let me tell you what I didn't feel like: a first-class person. Another one of my less than proud moments which I would rather forget. Confronting this head-on makes a mockery of the person I thought I was, the leader that people expected me to be and the Christian that I had supposedly become.

How do you apologize when the person who you feel you have offended does not know? How do you make up for it when the person you have wronged is not even aware?

I feel really, really sad.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

I wrote this emo stuff about a month back to rant and somehow it just didn't feel right to post it back then. Hmm, why does it feel better now? =/

Zeke!

2008-02-20T13:41:00.003+08:00

Hah! Only 6 months old and already ready to take over my job. =) (Click on picture for enlargement)

A Note.

2008-02-04T09:32:00.001+08:00

Post removed due to a change in mind.

Sob

2008-01-30T01:34:00.000+08:00

You know, I should really find out who coined the term 'Creative Juices' and bash him over the head with frozen ham. He makes all my ideas seem gooey and utterly disgusting. Thanks a lot, genius. =(

P.S. New post up sometime tomorrow or the day after if I can get my thoughts in order. Salut.

Before I forget

2008-01-24T00:20:00.001+08:00

How about something to tuck you in at night?

a. The Hallmark Channel

b. TVB Asia

c.

Thanks Ravi!

2008-01-23T23:17:00.000+08:00

Family Force 5. If you haven't already...

Earthquake:

GET DOWN!!!!

I saw shawty dancin' on the floor
I'm kind of nervous to approach her though
she's so stylish like a supermodel
Should I meet her (Yes I think you oughta)

The needle dropped
My track was hot
we began to rock
Our eyes were locked

I LUV UR SONG
Yeah gurl sing along
She said DJs MAKE MY HEARTACHE
I said Baby watch the place shake like an Earthquake

[Chorus]
Drop that 8o8
The wall's begin to shake
It's to much for the club to take
It's shakin' like an Earthquake
Devastation from the sounds I'm makin'
And there's no escaping from the bass
It's shakin' like an Earthquake

10.0 on the richter scale
It's shakin' like an Earthquake
Move ur tail
Bout that time my people all were quakin'
another 10.0 was in the makin'

Like a natural disaster
Run for the pasture
Cause the bass will flow
Take you out like El Nino

It's rumbling, crumbling, all the way down
It's tumbling, fumbling, You love that sound
CAN YOU TURN UP THE BASS?
Sorry gurl I can't hear in this place
I HAVE A REQUEST THAT I'D LIKE TO MAKE!
Well, what you wanna hear gurl? Shake like an Earthquake?

[Chorus]
Drop that 8o8
The wall's begin to shake
It's to much for the club to take
It's shakin' like an Earthquake
Devastation from the sounds I'm makin'
And there's no escaping from the Bass
It's shakin' like an Earthquake

10.0 on the richter scale
It's shakin' like an Earthquake
Move ur tail

Ready?! OK!!!!

Boom boom, you broke it down, you broke it down, now build it up,
build it up, build it up

Boom boom, you broke it down, you broke it down, now shake it up,
shake it up, shake it up

Boom boom, you broke it down, you broke it down, now break it up,
break it up, break it up, WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

[Chorus]

SHAKE IT ON DOWN [x3]

MOVE URSELF WHEN YOU HEAR THAT SOUND

(Lyrics quoted ad verbatim. Joshua Chang is not to blame for faulty grammar.)

GO TEAM DISCUSSION! #001

2008-01-11T16:04:00.000+08:00

Caution: The purpose of this post is to encourage discussion, thought and discourse (Which is really the same as discussion. Yay, redundancy!).

You know, I have been browsing through quite a few blogs over the last few days and the one thing that really strikes me is the fact that there are a lot of naive/idealistic people around. "But Josh, why do you put naive and idealistic people in the same category?" Well, the reason I do that is because you will always find one when you find the other. On the other hand I would put myself in the other end of the life's spectrum where the sign reads 'Cynic/Realist'.

Now, I know that 22 (And a half!! =) ) is not that old, but it is fair to say that I'm a little more experienced than I used to be. I used to find myself amusing when I was younger (to be fair, I still do to a certain extent) but now, more and more, I just find myself mostly...musing these days. I digress. Having tasted both sides, I can say that I am firmly in the latter camp. While I recognize that my experiences have changed me from an idealist to a realist, it is not a measure of how mature I am nor is it a definitive change from childishness into maturity.

My aim here really is not to stereotype one group or to form any definitive opinion. Idealistic people are not all bubbling, overflowing vessels of youthful passion nor are all realist machine zombies trudging through life utterly devoid of hope.

So, I am curious about what YOU think YOU are and what YOUR thoughts are on the subject. Please post all relevant replies in the comments section, not the shoutbox.

So

2008-01-08T15:18:00.000+08:00

Friend: So, the name of your blog is Gojira Attacks, huh?
Me: Yeah.
Friend: Is it because you're similar in size to Gojira himself lol
Me: ...
Me: That's hilarious, you know. Haven't heard that one before. You really should get your own late night show where you make your guests spontaneously hemorrhage from THEIR EYEBALLS with your original material.
Friend: ...
Me: That's english for "Go and die lar you".

So, that's my take on any and all big-boned jokes concerning me. Hilarious, I'm sure, but only in 1995.

Sleep

2008-01-08T00:14:00.000+08:00

...nope. Nothing. Goodnight. =)

Ker-splat!

2008-01-08T00:10:00.000+08:00

I'm sitting here in my pyjamas contemplating that all-important second post that could possibly define my blog FOR ALL TIME.

Welcome!

2008-01-07T23:43:00.000+08:00

Hello, I hope bowing down to peer pressure this time pays off instead of the usual lung, brain or liver destruction that follows 'regular' peer pressure. At least this time it's semi-INTELLECTUAL! More justification to come in the following days. Over and out. =)

<3