A-ONE
November 13, 2009 § 2 Comments
A Chinese boy band that has relatively good music, good vocals, a non-dreadful music video AND is actually…attractive? This kind of anomaly must be documented!
Anybody who reads my blog would probably surmise that I hate all Chinese music, which is not true — my standards are low because of how much the music industry of the motherland has disappointed me. I’m not absolutely in love with A-ONE, but I am pleasantly surprised enough to learn more about them and perhaps download some songs.
One complaint I have is that they all have the same hairstyle, which is detrimental to anybody trying to learn their individual identities. Seriously, a basic element of having a group of less than six is making it possible for the consumer to differentiate between members. I’m mostly irked because I couldn’t figure out the names of the cuter ones. Also, said hairstyle has so much product in it that it doesn’t move, which is unpleasantly reminiscent of the ’50s beehive.
One of the members caught my eye when I browsed other sites in an effort to learn more about them:
Oh my gosh. He — 于洪军 — is absolutely beautiful. I am captivated. Unfortunately, I still had a difficult time discerning which one was him in their group pictures; they need new stylists. The Chinese name of the group basically amounts to “Insect Band,” and they all have insect nicknames. I think his is Butterfly Prince, ha ha ha.
I wish I knew where to find stalker forums for Chinese musicians so I could find out his age [and favorite foods, address, etc etc…kidding].
[For a miserable failure of a music video, click here. I actually kind of like the song apart from the male voiceover, but the video is completely irrelevant and reprehensible. It’s like Pussycat Dolls dancing to High School Musical.]
Baby Are You Down Down Down
November 11, 2009 § 2 Comments
This is what happens when I fulfill one of my worst fears: falling down the stairs.
It was pretty much the size and shape of Africa, and it actually grew the day after I took the picture. The bruise was ugly and slightly swollen, making it painful to put on pants or lie on that side during sleep.
Over the weekend when it was warm enough to wear shorts outside, I took a page from LC and covered the bruise with concealer. It wasn’t for aesthetic purposes; I just didn’t want to have to field any questions about whether I got beat up. Because I live in the attic of the house, I figured that I would probably fall down the steep staircase at some point. It’s made of creaky wood, which isn’t exactly merciful to the flesh. On the bright side, at least I didn’t roll down and bust my head on the door.
On Halloween night, I returned home at around 4AM. After carefully removing my stilettos at the top of the stairs, I crossed the room to take off my wig. In my tired state I had forgotten to turn on the light, so I went back to where the light switch was located on the other side of the staircase. My hand brushed my Macbook remote, which I had placed on top of the railing, and it tumbled down the stairs and fell to pieces in what felt like slow motion.
I tried to reach out to grab it, but my foot slipped and I slid down the stairs on the side of my leg. It all happened very quickly. Stunned, I sat for a minute before crawling pitifully back up the stairs. Thankfully, both roomies were drunkenly passed out, so my commotion didn’t disturb them.
Like a puppy that’s been whipped, I now view the staircase with a bit more fear and reverence than I did before. The wound has healed, but the mind remembers.
American Tale
November 9, 2009 § 1 Comment
I Don’t Think You’re Ready For This —
November 7, 2009 § 1 Comment
Roomie #1 and I found this gem at Sam’s Club. There was a lady with her teenage daughter a couple feet away who looked at us as if we were lunatics for laughing uproariously at the box for no apparent reason, but Roomie #1 said that they were craning their necks after we moved on to see what caused the ruckus. If only we actually possessed maturity.
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