Monday, November 30, 2009

Oreo guilt

Oreo count since last post: 5
Twiggies count: 2


My mum bought 2 more packets of Oreo today, as a present for getting over Biology. She was from Arts stream back in the 1970s, so perhaps she didn't learn that:

When blood glucose level is high, insulin secreted by islet cells in the pancreas stimulates liver cells and muscle cells to break down glucose during respiration and convert glucose to glycogen to be stored in the liver, and ADIPOSE TISSUE TO CONVERT EXCESS GLUCOSE TO FAT!!!!

So now I know where the Oreos went.

Bio was okay. Didn't do my best, some crap flew out of my brain last minute, but overall okay. Hope the experiment hits the spot!!!!


Hah tembak, tembak!!!

Friday, November 27, 2009

Adam and Kris

I'm proud to announce that I haven't had an Oreo since the last post!

By the way, Kris Allen and Adam Lambert have released their albums one week from each other, so there's bound to be loads of comparison, right?


I've given each album a first listen, and shit, I really can't decide which stands out better. If it's edgy that you want, go for Glambert, who no offense, looks really blerrhh on the cover. Dude, are you a long-lost relative of Cher here?

Edgy yes, with thumping dance beats and electro synths zipping zapping about and his trademark guttural squeal-yell-shout-scream-bellow-WAAAAA.... , it's really hard to NOT tell that it's Adam Lambert turning it up for our ears. But I can't stop myself from having images of La Roux popping up in my head with every song? There's a notable similarity, because their stuff generally comprises dance pop numbers with retro influences.

Then there's the Ryan Tedder-penned song, which had me going "HAH!!" at the first listen without even referring to writing credits on Wikipedia.

Tedder has REALLY got to diversify his writing chops. I've been keeping a log of sound-alike Ryan tunes in my head since Halo... and it's relentlessly growing, I tell you.

Back to Lamby...

What we have here is a very sexed-up, pulsing, dance record. Sort of like a male Lady Gaga playing along to Maroon 5 lyrics. It's undeniably catchy, light-hearted at some point, sexually-charged ALL THE WAY but after song 6, I found it a tad too overbearing. One thing for sure, Adam doesn't hold back. Good or not, I'll tell you after Listen #7 (average number of spins for me to get acclimated to a whole album).

Kris, on the other hand, had chosen an overenthusiastically optimistic Live Like You're Dying as his first single (oh wait, second...No Boundaries, remember?). It is the first single anyway, since he unceremoniously dumped No Boundaries from the tracklist (No Hardfeelings DioGuardi!).

The first time I heard Live Like You're Dying, I swore I thought it was The Script. Like, crap The Script is tryna be Ryan Tedder, recycling the same songs again and again. Kris' delivery was so spot-on The Script. The voice, the intonation, the rambling, the soulful squeal-ish style of reaching the high notes. It was not until I Googled 'Kris Allen' to find out that oh, it was The Script who wrote the song.

So, if you're looking to start your music career on a solid ground, pick songwriters who don't sing, or don't write the same tune over and over again.


Kris Allen's album is easier to digest, thankfully. Very boppy, earthy, laidback - that's the first impression. I'll tell you more about it when I've reached Listen #5, cuz this one's baby food, easy to swallow (easy to puke? Hopefully not). It's more relatable to me, since I'm into singer-songwriter type of music (yeahhh boriiiiiing) and I know that I'll be recommending some of the songs to my sister. In terms of first impression, Kris' definitely bags it. For Your Entertainment sends a tiny jolt to your system, which is good for being memorable, but Kris' Kris Allen scores for likability.

This is written based on my FIRST spin of the albums. So basically I'm writing based on the very sparse snippets of melodies and lyrics I can recollect. Unfair, but in a world of MP3 gadgets and MTV, songs are devoured separately, singled out if catchy, trashed if otherwise.

So really, it's not that unfair. Back to Bio reference book now!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Ermm

I uhh... think SPM is making me fat?

I mean, all those hours studying and dreaming... boring kan? So I'd be popping in an Oreo or two, or three... and downing Nescafe or Milo...

Oh gosh...I refuse to get fat over SPM!!!

I know I'm already on the heavy side. So no more Oreos for me. Sobs...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Yay!! BM Over!!

Trivia:
1. 5 out of 6 people I asked woke up waaaaay before they were supposed to.
2. Having only 20 people sitting evenly apart in a classroom feels odd.
3. SPM question paper is really nice and smooth. The paper. Not the questions.
4. Everything is printed so very nicely, unlike the trials where I had to squint my eyes off.

Okay I know, brainless trivia.

BM BM... bee amm... bahasa melayu... bahasa malaysia...

It was really fun. Karangan was fun. KOMSAS was fun. Rumusan was fun. Novel was fun.

Tatabahasa no fun. I think I'm gonna do badly in this whole section. Great. There goes A+. Get A also damn happy di.

Sob sob sob...so hard!!!

Sejarah was okay. Could have done better, but kalau sudah ditakdirkan, biarlah...
Very important nugget to anyone reading (if...there's anyone)

DON'T FECKING CHANGE THE ANSWER YOU TEMBAK!!!

98% the first answer you tembak is correct. Seriously. After 5 years of tembaking correctly but itchy fingers go change to wrong answer, you guess I should have learnt from my mistakes and DON'T TOUCH THE TEMBAKED QUESTION but hey... it happened again.

3 FECKING TIMES. Very painful, very painful indeed.

Takpelah. My mom asks me to stop thinking about it. What to do, I kiasu... now I'm blogging about it some more.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Waiting...

I'll be really frank.

I can't wait to get out of school and go to college.

I can't frickin wait to get a car, even if it's an old Wira with a cranky clutch.

I can't wait to get P1 wimax and download all the shows I'm dying to watch.

I can't wait for SPM to be over.

I can't wait to be EIGHTEEN.

I can't wait to see how the SCOUT PAGE will turn out in this year's school mag.

I can't wait for sooooooo many things.

Gee..but really, WHY am I WAITING? Why am I NOT DOING?

Gotta trust my absorbent brain not to leak out any facts that I've so painfully stored. 2 years worth of shit, 2 weeks worth of hand ache and butt pain, then 1 whole month of FREEDOM then it's BACK TO THE SADDLE AGAIN!!! Get your sweet ass to college, Yen Peng. Intake's 4th January (FUCK!!!).

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Randomness

Did you know?

There are a number of Macs in our Sejarah syllabus, namely Sir Harold MacMichael, Gerald MacBryan, Sir Malcolm MacDonald.

Malcolm MacDonald is also the name of a famous English footballer. (Yes, I googled it to check the spelling and whoa...footballer?)

Malcolm MacDonald was the son of British Prime Minister, Ramsay MacDonald.

Malcolm MacDonald is also a music critic, writing books about music.

Cool huh?

And don't you find it odd that tragic deaths of 12-year olds have been dominating the Star headlines for a few days now?

And why does Beyonce prefer going to Abu Dhabi than to come to Malaysia? What does this imply on Malaysia's policy towards foreign artists?

Is it possible that we all might have to go to Singapore just to watch foreign acts perform in the future?