Omg...I got the funniest flame message everrr
I made a neutral comment about this kpop video saying I thought it was interesting that the singer G-dragon's image was kinda jrock while he sang and danced hiphop.
Within a day, I get this in my messages (I bolded the best bits):
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"hey you are stupid japmonkey fuck shit
g dragon is amazing korean singer not jap
and they are mostiy singing in korean .okay?
korean song and korean lageangu is much better jap okay?
but japsong and japsingers are always trash of trash okay?
and g dragon and his mv is not look like japstyle -. okay?
gdragon is just western style in mv okay?
that style is not jap style
all jap is black hair and ugly monkey okay?
g dragon is most famous and popular and best hiphop singer in the world
okay?
and jap's Visual Kei bands are all trash of trash okay? jap rock and jpop is all trash.shit
japsong is not popular okay?
and all jap;s hair is not white and blond ..japs hair is allways black okay?
and jap is most ugly people okay?
and songs,melody,sound,voice,rapping mv, dancing .singing face. mv etc..all around kpop is
much different jap okay?
i love korean song and korean lageangu
i love american song and engrish
i really dont like japsongs and singer
i really dont like japlanguage
korean singer's concep and all musics are american + European style you know?
. absolute kpop is different japsong.
kpop is much better jap song .japsong is always shit okay?
g dragon is singin korean
and he is look like LADY GAGA and BRUNO .okay? he is best singer on asia
lady gaga and g dragon is most famous and best singer in the world okay?
but ll japsingers are always trash of trash.okay?
R&B .HIPHOP.DABCE MUSIC.ETC..kpopi is all around better than japsong okay?you are jealous .because l kpops are most popular in the world .kpops are allways amazing .okay? and kpopsingers are all around much better japs..okay?kpops are most
famous and popular in the world.you know?.kpop is better japsong
.okay?
kpop and singers are excellent and greatist in
asia...melody,sound,singing ability,mv,dancing,rapping.all around kpop
are better than japsong.okay?
I don't like japsong and japsinger. japsong and japsinger is allways
shit. necause jap's language and melody beat,sound etc..all around
shit japsong is very countrified.kpop is much better japsong. snsd tvxq,Wonder Girls,
Big Bang,spper junior, and SHINee epik high etc..all amazing and most popular korean
group in the world .kpop singer is most famous and most popular in the world
.okay?
watch you my channel see all..kpop is most popularin th world okay
nd watch you these
kpop>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>japsong okay?"
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Wait for it....
Wait for ittt......
BUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Days like these I am just so glad to be alive. Just thought I'd share this little slice of heaven with people as bored as me. I tried to reply twice going something like "Love you too, dearest! XOXO" but I don't think YT sent it because it didn't show up as sent :(
So long for now, I'm going to listen to Pokerface, the best engrish lageangu song in the world...okay?
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 5:59 AM
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
WIP: Layered chapter 2
Okay. So apparently the 54th star of the Eagle Nebula (or some random shit like that) imploded on itself and formed a wormhole into a parallel universe, where I decided to clear my makeup and cds off my desk and start on the 2nd chapter of Layered. I hope Robert still knows I'm alive.
Yes they are falling down from a large mushroom.
I am tired and pissed at my rusty art "skillz" and my neck still hurts like a biaaatch...it feels like my 100th birthday.
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 5:31 AM
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Labels: random
Shit!
I totally got my violin hickey back. It has 2 "prongs" and looks just like a vampire bite. That is to say, if a little child vampire with inch-wide lips bit me. Ugh. And it actually hurts, wth.
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 11:12 PM
Monday, July 27, 2009
Labels: random
Well here I am again. Never thought I'd say this but I miss LA. I miss being stupid with LA friends. I miss teasing R (hell, I miss R in general). I miss late nights on the balcony with P eavesdropping on drunk sorrority girls. I miss Xtina and I irritating Chris and turning Kiwi into the Antichrist. (Ok wait that last part was SF so I guess I miss America). Hell, I miss my handyman Guillermo's fucking gaptooth, that's how much I miss my ex-life. AHAHAH :DDDDDDDD Lovely~
I need to get out more once I get everything settled back here. See old friends and meet new ones. It's kind of sad, how I'm already itching to get out of the country within 5 days of touching down.
So here I am listening to trance for some reason. Talk about a weird sense of nostalgia, haha
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 8:35 PM
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Secret Life of Sofia
WHY don't more people love this band?
They are so polished and wonderful at what they do... simple, sweet melodies with surreal lyrics. They've made understatement into an art. I guess that's the reason why they're so easily overlooked, though. They're no Arcade Fire or Muse, that's for sure, but that's like comparing foie gras to...to chye tow kueh or something. Both are so good in completely different ways.
You can download their entire EP from http://www.thesecretlifeofsofia.com/. What? What's that you say? I don't have to pay?? BLASPHEMY!!
And just to further reinforce their kickassness, their last album Seven Summits is entirely devoted to stories of mountain climbing. Imagine, in an industry saturated with gangstas rapping about hos in clubs and skinny white boys moaning about why they aren't loved (cos you wear jeans 3 sizes too small and wear more makeup than I do, you emo shithead). Hence Nanda Devi (and this isn't even their best song, objectively, even though I like it the best). The lead was so on about it that he actually learnt how to climb mountains just so he could sing about it. If that ain't dedication I don't know what is.
Your eyes were closed
And you were indistinguishable
From the other babies...
We argued over names
And how could I have known
You were fated to lie
Down
On Nanda Devi
Nanda Devi..."
Labels: music
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 7:30 AM
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Labels: random
Daisy games are hard to play.
Who the hell is practising the TABLA below me?
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 1:28 PM
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Labels: art
Wild Adapter
Finally decided to upload this. A little KuboToki drawn for Yihan <3 on her birthday~ Tweaked the colour in PS.
Maybe next year I will draw her some kissy-kissy, ahaha. I'm still too shy :P
Aaagh why am I suddenly updating so much? Need to finish my fookin' paper...
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 7:24 PM
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Labels: random
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Oh. My. GOD.
I AM GETTING WRINKLES UNDER MY EYES.
Shit how? I'm only 21 why is this happening to meeeeeeee
Anyways I had a strange Sunday night, after the cry-fest that was Saturday. What an exhausting weekend, it's no wonder my skin is aging prematurely.
I was out late with my friend in Santa Monica. We had a relatively chill night out, just hitting a couple of bars within walking distance. One of them was this really cute dive-esque place, which I shall gush on about later because of how much I liked it. What's that? You don't care? Well I don't care if you don't care. Ooh burn.
Anyways by the time we were all done it was like 1.40. While waiting for Simon to finish his...bathroom business far from the confines of the sidewalk (yeah we're nasty) I saw this huge...nay, COLOSSAL-NORMOUS-MUNGOUS THING skitter out from the bushes nearby. Ok ok seriously I was pretty sober, and it was the size of a bloody adult YORKSHIRE TERRIER. Which is incredibly small for a dog but this is not a dog we are talking about, oh no siree. At least I am 70% sure it wasn't a dog because of its long scaly tale and longish snout with its spotted fur and evil, beady eyes. To this day I'm still trying to think of any alternative explanation to the one I'm currently harbouring, which is "Omg mutated sea-rat!"
Ok well after trying to convince Simon I wasn't hallucinating, he waited for the night bus with me. LA night buses are nothing like SBS ones, because everyone sane/ not poor drives a car home when it's 2 am here. Token homeless guy on a wheelchair came up to me and asked for change, which I gave, and gladly gave more when he told me to "stay pretty". Yes, yes, I'm a sucker for flattery. He then rolled up beside us to light his cigarette, conveniently upwind so we could smell stale piss and sweat for 15 minutes straight. One bus came...and went, because it was "Not in service". Not in service my ass, I swore he just did that to piss us off. Apparently a younger un-homeless guy thought so too because he started cussing loudly at it. I felt his pain. Next one came and it was operating! Woo. Angry Guy started to celebrate. But wait, not so fast. We realized the wheelchair man wanted to get on, so Angry Guy told the driver to wait for him. I was about to board, but I decided to let him go first. So I stepped away from the bus, and the bitch just DROVE OFF! WHAAAT!!! She didn't speak a word, not even eye contact...nothing. Wtfbbq. After which AG started roaring at the top of his lungs down the entire block "WHAT??! WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK???????!!!!!! THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY THAT BITCH Basddooeisfndfoe7u098uji" I was like "Screw it Simon, I'm going to your place". After which we hurried off trying not to laugh too loud. We could still hear that guy for like 3 blocks, ahaha.
Oh LA Metro. How do I love thee, let me count the ways... a big fat minus 50.
Anyways about that cute little bar. It's called Renee's Courtyard Cafe. It was slightly grotty and small but big at the same time (how to say... like an extensive labyrinth with very narrow corridors), decorated in some strange dated art-noveau style. We were lucky enough to go on the one day of the week where the cutest little 2-piece band was playing covers of the Kinks, Bowie, Dylan etc. under a tiny gazebo in the main courtyard. Yellow christmas lights all over the place if I remember correctly, so everything seemed warm. :) The bar was basically 5-6 medium sized rooms connected together in a haphazard way, and one of them was this wicked little doll room with tons of old-world dolls just arranged on shelves along the wall fixing you with glassy stares. So happened we sat there most of the time, so we just stared back at them. Everything was so relaxed and so much chiller than the places in Hollywood.
We were about to leave but not before I almost walked into a tiny old lady (HAD to be at least going on 70). I saw her behind the bar later and couldn't really put two and two together for some reason so I was like "...huh?" Believe me she looked really out of place amongst the 20-30 year old LA people. Then I got back and yelped it and it turned out SHE was Renee and Renee was not some random name the yuppie owner picked out because it was French and sounded cool. Apparently her son helps her run the bar too or something. Wouldn't it be killer to have a mom like that :)
Wells kids! Moral of the story is: get a car. I'm gonna type up my codes now :(
PS: My dad sent me the only flower I got this year... in photo form. "A flower for you--from our garden." Aw. :D See that's why I miss home <3
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 3:04 PM
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Down the guntun's tunnel
No idea why he chose that name, but it's cute.
Not very happy with this page...and it's the last of the chapter too! :( Everything's LOPSIDED.
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 3:44 PM
Labels: random
Lunchtime on a lazy saturday afternoon=...
Sitting in bed eating messy leftover spaghetti. Yum. My neighbour's having really loud intercourse with someone called Kevin on the other side of the wall. It's an odd sense of displacement because if you go to the other side of the apartment where the kitchen is, you can hear someone with an obvious personal vendetta against dust vacuuming the carpet with a vengeance. Everyone's in their own little world. (Although technically the first neighbour's world is encroaching on mine and Dorothy's at the moment...no escape, even on the patio. Which is why I'm listening to loud jrock on my earphones).
Oh I forgot to blog about this, but it was so awesome I don't want to not mention it, even in (very late) passing. Lunch at Gordon Ramsay's for Dine LA...was delicious. Perfect portion size, flavourful but subtle, atmosphere divine. I did feel kind of hankered by the staff, but it was because they were TOO nice. I think dinner out is overrated. Sure it's more romantic/atmospheric/hip(? I dunno lah), but sometimes it just feels so good to be having a sunlight-filled meal with good friends on a slow, quiet (and I MUST stress quiet) weekend... no pressure. I don't even know why I'm rambling on about this and if I make sense, and why the timing of meals matters so much to me. I shall stop now.
Oh yah! PS: Happy valentine's everyone. If you're reading haha. To the 1.5 people who may or may not read this post in the near future, what are you guys doing today? I'm just gonna put my head down and try not to get too mixed up with the saccharinely sweet feeling of "rabu-rabu" in the air. (Warning: slight negativity ahead, so if you're determined to be omghappysunflowersstarshineandunicorns!!!! today, don't read.) I don't want to come across sounding prematurely jaded... in fact, maybe it's because I'm still not mature enough to really appreciate love as it's meant to be. It's just that this day used to hold so much more excitement for me, whether I was spending it with a guy or girlfriends. A year ago I was honestly psyched about prettying up and having dinner out with my single friends. The couple of years before that, I was just really happy I actually had a date. And waaay back, even before that, it just felt good hanging with friends in school on a special day. I treated it like CNY or something. This year I'm just... coasting, I guess. Got asked out but said no, and I really meant it, no playing games. To be honest, I'd REALLY rather spend tonight with my friends. It's just a little confusing because I'm still not sure why I did that. (Ok that might seem paradoxical to the sentence just before that, but... I neither care nor wish to explain haha). Maybe I'm apprehensive, or just dissatisfied. Who the hell knows? :O Right now I'm just tired and I think I miss home.
At any rate, don't let this "blah" post get you down. As usual, I am being my typical self-absorbed self. That's one self too many. LAWLZZZ. Ideally, I think today, just like any other holiday, should just be another opportunity to remember people you care about, regardless of how they're related to you. I'm just working on getting into that mood, and kudos to you if you already are. :) Of course, the girly-girl in me will always attribute an irritating level of significance to this day in particular, no matter how much I try to repress it. So I'm basically preaching what I probably won't practice. Damn you mass media and cultural norms!
PPS: I know who's definitely NOT having a good V-day...Chris Brown and Rihanna. Ouchies~
Debra Leong spewed thought vomit at 4:54 AM
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