If you thought, “the Lipton teabag in a Starbucks mug” – you would be right.
If you were thinking, “that she’s Facebooking in the office at 3pm on Wednesday”, you would also be right.
If you thought, “she’s got a pink ruler sticking out of a mug” – you’re a bit of an idiot (although it’s a somewhat justified thought given the shitty perspective of this shot).
We all know that famed quote about understanding someone better once you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. I think the shoes you have, can actually lots about your personality and life choices.
For example: My feet literally reject almost all shoes. I even bought a pair of soft, fabric shoes once and wound up with blisters at the side of my feet.
But I keep falling for these pretty shoes and buy them against my better judgement. In spite of the pain they give me the first time round I wear them – I justify them, make excuses and keep trying to make it work. And it almost never does work. I just wind up with blisters, corns and the kind of calf pain that needs muscle relaxants.
Every once in a while, I would admire someone else’s life. Whether it’s their luxury of not having to work, or being vivacious or having a great career – I wonder what it would be like to step into someone else’s shoes.
And then I realise that their shoes may look really great but I don’t know what it’s doing to their feet. Some people just grit and bear it but for me? I don’t care where I am – if my shoes are killing me, I’ll take them off and go barefoot – shoes, be damned.
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I got it bad
you don’t know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don’t know when you’ve got it good.
It’s getting harder
just keeping life and soul together
I’m sick of fighting even though I know I should.The cold is biting through each and every nerve and fibre.
My broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don’t want to be here no more.Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day?
And wouldn’t it be good if we could wish ourselves away.
Wouldn’t it be good to be on your side?
The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn’t it be good if we could live without a care.
I believe the commonality for these odd, odd men I fancy would have to be a sense of humour.
My passion for Simon Pegg has, without doubt, not gone unnoticed. I literally have a mad crush on him – as much as regular girls do for Brad Pitt. I do not find Brad Pitt good looking. At all.
Then, there’s the inexplicable torch I’ve held for Seth Green for more than 10 years now. He’s so little, so beautiful and has excellent comedic timing.
A recent addition was Frankie Boyle, who, beyond his ridiculously sharp sense of humour, took my love higher when he grew this massive wooly beard. I mean, seriously! Look at that beard! It’s a thing of beauty, really…
And now, yet another comedian has made me all googly-eyed.
His name is Mark Watson, he looks like a total geek, is skinny (some women like that in a man) and above all, is funny.
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Having had a rock/metal ear growing up, I have naturally tortured everyone around me with music that was described as “just noise”.
And I didn’t get it. To me, I could pick out the melodic intricacies and deep, meaningful lyrics from the thrash and thumps. And I don’t even think I listened to that heavy of metal – it spanned (over time and not limited to) from Guns N Roses to Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Queensryche, Metallica, Foo Fighters, Nine Inch Nails, Disturbed, Vai, Dream Theater, KoRn, Tool, Staind, Rush… Leading to the more recent – Muse, System of a Down etc…
And what has become of this? The heaviest music I listen now is Modest Mouse and maybe, The Shins (well, they are on Sub-Pop). As great bands as they are, that’s a sad boiling-down-to point. My choice of music selection runs on a day to day basic, pending mood – and this usually fits within:
And then there are the one off dance/hip-hop songs – usually reserved for weekends.
I have come to realise and accept that the threshold for music volume and wrist-slitting lyrics decreases with age – which is tied to the amount of energy one has. I think, when you’re young, you’re blessed with unlimited energy – since the only thing you have to focus on is to not get an F on a test. You didn’t have to worry about credit card payments, biological clocks, idiot bosses, breakups, deadlines and how far 50 bucks would take you in the supermarket.
You had all this energy to burn – which one could willingly and efficiently dispose listening to loud, angry music. Now, at this wonderful and blessed age, all I want to do when I get home, is slide into bed with the stale of idiocy and mediocrity washed off, one lone candle lit, and “Such Great Heights” by Iron & Wine playing softly.
How beautifully ironic that you understand your parents only when you’ve grown up.
I know Singapore is a small country but we have about 5 English pop stations (Lush doesn’t count, cos there’s only so much Lush one person can listen to).
These are, I’m sure, the worst radio stations in the entire world (allowance given that I have not heard all the radio stations in the world. Smartie pants).
Our DJs are all pathologically inane, immature and I’m fairly certain, mentally stunted. Ask me how!
Do yourselves a favour, guys. Listen to Ryan Seacrest – a stellar example of solid DJ-ing. As famous as he is, he sticks strictly to talking about the music, a few interviews and then shuts the fuck up and plays music. We want radio DJs, not “radio personalities”.
Where’s video when you need it?
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