花と散る

And so you take this scenario.

It’s prolly been 20 minutes since you’ve waited outside in the unbearable heat of the sun, failing wildly to catch the attention of a cab. It’s rather ostensible that whatever you’re doing needs no dwelving into the deep abyss of your mind to interpret the body gestures. Ahh, so the lady who’d just materialised from thin air and is trying to hail for a cab (to your utmost horror, right in front of you - although she probably knows only too well and saying ‘right in front’ is an indication of about 50 metres.). And you think to yourself, is this lady so wordly insensitive to everything around her ? Is she stolid ?

You hit your temples and decide it might just be that you’re a tad too neurotic. It’s not as if you haven’t done such a horrible deed(at the same time you’re wondering if this is an understatement) before. Have you? Have you not? Have you?! God, have you really? Oh, your fervent rummage through your fresh memories prove to be futile and you just let it be.

(break, end.)

There’s this question that people always ask me, and it’s becoming kinda irritating lately so I usually brush them off with a “It’s because I can’t be bothered to.” Not that I mean it in such a crude manner ( you’ll know what I’m talking about later) but I’ve been bombarded with this question for a time too many.

Now here comes the heavyweight question.

“Why do you reply so (fucking) slowly?”

The best thing is there are many variations of this question, eg. “Why do you reply so slowly on MSN?” , “Why does it take you so long to reply my sms?” and the list goes on. & hence I shall clarify this once and for all.

Usually there are only 2 reasons why I reply so slowly. Firstly, my not very clever head just happened to forget that I was actually talking to somebody, probably because I’m really engrossed in something (for now, it’ll be typing this post). Secondly, it’s not I don’t want to reply. It’s I don’t know what to reply you.

5 reasons why I reply so slowly

1. One question I never fail to hesitate to answer to is “What are you doing now?” .For one, if I tell you what I’m doing now, you’ll probably not understand, or it could be that I have no wish to tell you that I’m surfing porn(no, i’m partly kidding), or I just can’t be bothered to tell you.

Take this mock conversation as an example. What would it be like if I’m currently remodding my foobar music player, trying to sort out my bookmarks in IE, Opera & Mozilla , trying to upload a music file, blog hopping, watching Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind(too much a mouthful really), wondering why my file is downloading so slowly, trying to finish research for a project and talking to an annoying bugger like you?

This is what happens.

Annoying bugger: Hi!/Hello/some weird emoticon featuring some deformed thing giving salutations
Annoying bugger says: What are you doing now?
Annoyed sheri says: Oh so you wanna know?
Annoying bugger: err ya.

Annoyed sheri: I see. Currently I am downloading plugins for my foobar200 because I think it looks awfully plain, opening 3 different browsers(Internet Explorer v7.0, Mozilla Firefox v3.0 & Opera v9.5) simultaneously to organise my bookmarks, waiting for an agonizingly slow music file to be fully uploaded onto Fileden, reading a bitch’s blog, Watching Eternal Sunshine of (blah)…, thinking about Titanic, trying to complete some homework (are you interested in what subject it is?), and trying to explain to you in layman’s terms what the fuck I’m doing. By the way is this the 100th time you’ve talked to me on MSN & the 100th time you’ve asked me this same fucking question?

Whenever somebody asks me this question, my brain automatically deletes any memory of ever talking to this person and the blinking conversation is left to rot on my taskbar. However, if you ask me this once in a shocking blue moon and not every single time you initiate to talk to me, I’ll be more than glad to answer you. Seriously, I’m not as crude as I’m appearing to be in this post.

2. I forgot to switch off the computer and went to sleep. Also, I do not have the habit of appearing offline, or stating I’m Away /Busy in my status. It’s not technically my fault. My brain just doesn’t function that way!

3. I’m currently watching an extremely interesting (more interesting than you…okay, maybe not) movie/ tv show on my computer. You don’t expect me to pause every 5 seconds because the conver window KEEPS blinking do you? And don’t you dare nudge.

4. Simple. I have a really fine excuse that I’m studying for a biology test…

No, I just don’t wanna talk to you.

5. If I could clump a lot of excuses together it’ll be : lost my phone/phone ran out of battery/lost battery charger/ brother was playing with my phone/ brother was on the computer not me/ went to bathe/ went to the toilet/ was watching tv et cetera et cetera et cetera.

So much for my excuses. The reasons just get shorter and less logical.

Man boobs = Moobs.

I still can’t get over that.

They probably thought “man boobs” were too much of a mouthful so they coined the fucking words “moobs”! I’ve gotta turn of spell check cos it keeps turning “moobs” into “moons”.

Here: timesonline (moob jobs)

I think my father needs to go for a moob job. Probably before he hits pre-menopausal straight in the wall. Ueh, is it man menopause or? It’s andropause goddamnit, and I didn’t search in the thesaurus for an antonym of menopause. I think you’ve actually learned a word here, considering that your brain aint bigger than joanna’s pea sized hair bun (which unfortunately looked like a tumour) (I don’t think she’ll read this anyway)

Back not too long ago, there was a health article squeezed in a rather forgotten part of the papers regarding Andropause. Saying that makes me rather sad because during andropause, a man’s testosterone level drops by 80%(aw)! Which is upsetting because this means my father will get eighty steps closer to achieiving his dream of becoming girlish. I think my parents’ sex made a switch or something because they behave like the opposite gender. You should see my father call for help when he sees a roachie wriggling it’s feelers.

By the way, he calls himself  ‘pipi’. Isn’t that adorable.

I love Pips.

You probably won’t be able to find another father who tells you:

“The prettiest computer on earth isn’t Apple.”

“It’s Pear.”

I know you are very jealous of my neat desktop. Removed the task bar, installed foobar and avedesk. And yes, I delibrately scrolled till you can see Corinne Bailey Rae and Portishead (never you mind who they are. i do love Beth Gibbons though.)

So much for telling you what I have on my desktop.

Recently, I’ve realised how bad I am at managing relationships. So much so that I’m constantly immersing myself in hauntingly hypnotic music. No, it’s not sadistic music if the ridiculously small capacity of your brain is unable to comprehend me. Think Nightwish’s Transylvanian Regurgitations album, Death Cab For Cutie’s Something About Airplanes and Portishead’s beautiful first album, Dummy. And mix it with a tinge of Corinne Bailey Rae and Corinne May’s soulful blues.

Oh, and I’ve finally gotten my hands on The Beatles’ 1967 Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club album! Goddamn it, of course it’s something to be happy about. How many Jane, Lucy and Mary do you see out on the streets blasting The Beatles on their peapods? Moreover, it topped The Rolling Stones’ list of top 500 albums in 2003.

Well, right now I do have an ominous feeling - like none of you have understood what I’ve just typed.

I typed this 2 weeks ago but didn’t spare enough time to proofread for posting.

Title: 恋空
Title (romaji): Koizora
Format:連続 (Renzoku)
Genre: Romance
Broadcast network: TBS
Broadcast period: Starting from 02/08/2008
Air time: Saturday 20:00

Main Cast (Drama)

Mizusawa Erena as Tahara Mika
Seto Koji as Sakurai Hiroki (Hiro)

Main Cast (Movie)

Miura Haruma
Aragaki Yui

I wasn’t a fan of this cheesefest and outrageously unbelievable eye candy of a movie based on a supposedly true story. However, due to the unexpectedly good response audiences have of the movie, we now have a drama based on the story (oh god). Sometimes I’ll stop and ponder about why everybody seems to love Koizora that much. It’s not much of something interesting, and it’s just not very realistic. As much as I am concerned, I don’t really care if millions of people have cried over the cell phone story or the movie . Miura Hamura and Aragaki Yui were good leads but the story is just beyond the realms of corniness. I couldn’t cry throughout the whole show whenever I start thinking about the ridiculousness of a seemingly pure and innocent Aragaki having sex everywhere; and how she can so readily forgive a woman who killed her baby and set up the whole raping sequence. (Best yet) we can actually relive the whole story again! - in the drama form that is. Miura Haruma, well, I’ll spare him for looking good in the original movie adaptation. Do take a look at him in 14 さいの母 though.

Every single drama Aragaki has been in has been a complete flop of sweetness - take 「My Boss My Hero」 for a start. Like, hmm, candylike appearance but poor acting. Only Koisuru Madori「恋するまどり」 was really good；good for her that there’s actually a movie that’s really worth watching.

Oon Myung

I just wanted to put this song here. And you know you want to listen to it cos I swear it upon my life that it’s really nice.
誕生日おめでとうニノくん！♥ ~
Happy 25th Birthday Nino

So I was telling Lynn about my amazing psychic ability to predict things. Yesterday I was daydreaming about Hyun Bin and Song Hye Kyo collaborating in a drama together and (!) it came true! Technically speaking, I didn’t actually predict it because the news came out long ago but I just thought about it and the next day I happen to find out about it! It’s like a predicted the past which I did not know about (hmmm understand?). It’s nothing near déjà vu (It’s not that if you’re trying to think of a deep word to explain what is happening) and it’s not like Lynn’s theory : That I actually knew about it, but happen to totally forget about it; however my subconscious mind sparked a little and I was thinking about it and when I found out, I thought I actually predicted the past! I hope you understand what I mean.

Guess that means there’s only one explanation.

I’M A GODDAMNED PSYCHIC! LIKE SCREW EVERYONE, I WANT TO LEARN PALM-READING