Rules:1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!
[I did this twice, once with my whole playlist, again with only my Snow Patrol playlist.)
IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Be Yourself - Audioslave. (That's right, peace out Man.)
When You're Right, You're Right - SP
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Passive - A Perfect Circle. (I beg to differ, but this game is intriguing me now.)
Downhill from Here - SP (Where?)
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees (Aww...)
Some Surprise - Gary Lightbody and Lisa Hannigan ("Your lips come as some surprise!" - Awwie!)
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Miss Murder: AFI (Likey, me Likey.)
Chased by I don't know What - SP ( I love this.)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Black Math - The White Stripes ( ^_^)
The Finish Line - SP (Aaah! Igor, the playlist LIVES!)
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Misty Mountain Hop - Led Zeppelin. (Um, okay?)
Post Punk Progression - SP (Very Nice.)
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Hot Girls - INXs. (Haha, just Haha!)
Velocity Girl - SP (I thought it was just me. Whoa.)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Get the Hell Out of Here - Steve Vai. (Maybe in milder terms, jeez!)
Firelight - SP (HOW?!)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits. (Ehh, wha?)
Days Withouht Paracetamol - SP ( =D)
WHAT IS 2+2?
Parabola - Tool. (Damn, wrong kind of math!)
Making Enemies - SP (Namely, Math.)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Creep - Radiohead. (LMFAO! Well, yeah, kind of.)
Headlights on Dark Roads - SP (Sure.)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand (Shut UP! NO WAY!)
You're All I Have - SP (You wish, sucker.)
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Ramble On - Led Zeppelin. (*slow clapping*)
If I'd Found the Right Words to Say - SP (I love my SP playlist.)
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
She - Green Day. (She who? She what? TELL ME!!)
Chasing Cars - SP (Depends, how much is the pay? =P )
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Come on Home - Franz Ferdinand. (Take me Out, and Come on Home. Sheer genius.)
Never Gonna Fall in Love Again - SP (Mmm, maybe. *shrugs* )
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Freak On A Leash - Korn (Minus the leash, I'm hoping. >.<)
Wow - SP (Haha, yes, I know.)
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
You Are My Joy - Reindeer Section featuring Gary Lightbody. (So cute)
One Night is Not Enough - SP (That's no problem, I'm married now. ;) )
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
This Is My Now - Jordin Sparks (More like This Is No Longer My Now.)
Riot, Please - SP (Ell Emm Eff Aye Oh!)
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Magick - The Klaxons (*hides wand* No, its wrong, just not... right...)
Making Enemies - SP (It just HAPPENS, I don't PLAN it!)
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Satan's Bed - Pearl Jam. O.O
Chocolate - SP (I'm an addict, yes. I love this game. So much.)
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
I Don't Love You - MCR. (But I do! A little.. )
Signal Fire - SP (More like it.)
WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
YYZ - Rush. (Whee! *crazy running around in circles*)
How to be Dead (American Pie Soundtrack) - SP (Okay.)
Not only is he muchos delicious-o, he sings like a husky angel, writes lyrics like a love-struck muse, and blogs like a madcap. I love him.
Excerpts -
Once you’re actually in the states though it’s fine for the most part aside from the television (more time given to adverts than programmes) and the food (portions so big you feel full-up before you begin. Has anyone ever finished a meal in America? I know people bag it up to ‘have later’ but who really eats it when they get home? Maybe I’m wrong, being from a culture that hasn’t really embraced the doggy bag I can’t be sure it isn’t a noble tradition and as such you are sworn by an unwritten code to eat all of what you bring home. If not though there’s a lot of wasted food in this country. So much waste in fact that every day you could feed a lot of countries that haven’t any food at all).
The Germans love their beer. They are so proud of it they serve it in glasses big enough for you to swim in and that require burly ladies with arms as thick as lampposts to carry.
I had my cake and ate it. I mean literally. Yesterday I got some cake and then I ate it. So you can have your cake and eat it. Another popular misconception exposed as the farce it is. Phew.
Gary Lightbody is my cake. I shall call him Irish Delight.
And I must have him.
Its been a while since I wrote here, and although I keep forgetting, there is a definite sense of satisfaction that I get when I go clickety-clack on the keyboard with the faint hum of Snow Patrol music from the speakers behind.
Today seems to be very tranquil somehow, like the end of something big that's left a void. Now what caused that is still a mystery. There is a new light that's been installed in my room, and it glows so bright that it actually hurts my eyes.
And so, when I shut my eyes, I go into a whole different world.
There is a faint red beam that dissolves into nothingness, which is probably some visual retention of the light. Gary Lightbody sings behind, and the Eyes Open album croons. (If you don't know already, Eyes Open is my most favourite album, ever.) There are little electronic beeps intermittently as people IM me, and I hear the distant sounds of Marisa Cooper's latest dilemma on the OC. On the street, two people talk gaily of nothingness; they've missed this pointless banter. A dog howls out under the streetlight, and the two-year-old child who lives in the apartment below mine howls too, only for chocolate. The fan drones monotonously, like a very low bass chord for the proceedings.
Its been a while since I felt at such peace with myself - the weekend has been torturous, and not just in the scholastic sense. I've returned to the Snow Patrol playlist after a long while; and its a marked change from the prog-rock I've been hooked to for some time now. Its nice to hear music that emphasises on vocals than guitar riffs, and I'm a little happy to not be listening to frenetic drum solos. (I'm sorry Neil Peart and Mr. Bozzio, I will be back.)
I have to go to school again tomorrow, to give a Chemistry paper, and honestly, even my obvious anti-omniscience does not bother me anymore. Maybe, I'll speak in class tomorrow.
I realised I sound sober; taser-ed and tranquilised, even, in this post.
Things do strange things to People.
I love American Idol. I love it to bits. Its my weekly dose of Prozac, and this year is kind of a bummer, but still, I love watching the show because that's what I do from January through May/June every year.
Top 24 this year frankly has been the crumbliest patch-up I can think of because, honestly, either the contestants are god-awful or god-amazing. And most of the times, its the former case. And the Top 12 girls this year seem even more vacuous than usual, similar to the extent that I've mistaken them for other girls throughout the first episodes. It's a guy year, this.
The guys this year INTRIGUE me. In a I-have-nothing-to-do-so-I'll-analyze-Idol kind of way. I'm not going to dissect performances because I haven't watched a whole episode properly.. yet. :)
Okay, so my comments and advice to the guys this year:
David Cook - If you're on the road to premature alopecia, never, I repeat NEVER flat-iron your hair. Will get out earlier than Daughtry unless he does a Fuel-rerun.
David Hernandez - Is gay. So he's going to make the top 10 based on audience-parameters-blah.
David Archuleta - Is not cute, and annoys me. I want to bash his teeth out of his 12-year-old face. I think he'll stay till top 4 atleast, though.
Danny Noriega - Typical teeny-bopper, pseudo-emo-rocker-wannabe. Slightly girly, but bitch-head-bobbing Simon; now, that is what Idol is going to keep him for. He can sing, so he'll make top 7 or 8.
Jason Castro - May just be a surprise package yet.
Jason Yeager - Has a shifty face, and doesn't stand a chance.
Chikezie Eze - Tried to pull a Danny on Simon, failed, wore a tangerine suit. I say he's going home next week.
Michael Lee Johns - Will stay. Sexy accent, too.
Robbie Carrico - *indifferent face.* If he does enter the top 12, he'll be an early exit.
Colton Berry - Looked like Ellen DeGeneres. Got voted out.
Garrett Haley - Had a very gentle-rocker-look. Also got voted out.
Going home next week - Jason Yeager, Chikezie Eze.
VelocityGirl Out!
^^Inspiration for the song^^
Picture provided by the Dead Duck Eater.
This song is called - Another Head in the Wall, aka Fracture his Skull, by Velocity Girl feat. Dead Duck Eater.
Velocity Girl :
Ooh, all he wanted to do was fracture his skull, because
It was a little better than going to hell.
Dead Duck Eater:
But he ended up doing it to the other girl,
She's dead now so no one can tell.
Velocity Girl:
Fracture my skull, as life was dull,
And I thought (Whoaaaaa, I thought)
A little injury, would make a better me.
But no one came to the rescue,
So as I died, I happened to rue.
Post Script : If you want to die even more painfully, nudge Dead Duck Eater several times on MSN.
Dead Duck Eater:
I want to see that song on your blog, by the way. xD
I don't like Britney Spears normally, but I'm really surprised by the lyrics of her new single "Piece of Me" - they're not some soppy ohmygod-i'm-in-trauma-help-me-help-me, its spunky and fun, and its a nice punch full of attitude for people who were writing her off. I'm not really concerned about whether she does make a comeback or whether she's a sellout or whatever, but the lyrics floored me because they're very I'm-fighting-back.
Yay for Britney, betch!
(Ok, so the song still really sucks because of the synthesizer beats and pinga-pong electronic sounds and the rehearsed little-dress-dance-sequences, but right now I'm very impressed by whoever wrote the words to the song.)
Don't matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still got pictures of my derrière in the magazine
I'm Miss Bad Media Karma
Another day, another drama
Guess I can't see no harm
In working and being a mama
And with a kid on my arm
I'm still an exception
I'm Mrs. Lifestyles-of-the-rich-and-famous
I'm Mrs. Oh my God that Britney's Shameless
I'm Mrs. Extra! Extra!-this-just-in
I'm Mrs. She's-too-big-now-she's-too-thin
Tryin' and pissin' me off
Well get in line with the paparazzi
Who's flippin' me off
Hopin' I'll resort to startin' havoc
And end up settlin' in court
Now are you sure you want a piece of me?
I'm Mrs. 'Most likely to get on TV for strippin' on the streets'
When getting the groceries, no, for real..
Are you kidding me?
Causing panic in the industry
Chad Wackerman vs. Terry Bozzio.
Gene Krupa vs. Buddy Rich.
YYZ - Rush. Neil Peart.
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I can no longer contend with managing two blogs for the two very different people I am, therefore, I am now combining Glamourous Indie Rock and Roll here, because I cannot keep switching.
Why this sudden epiphany, you ask? BECAUSE, .. well, this blog is too goddamn 'aantel' for its own good. And when I read all the posts, I wonder what I was on when I wrote them. Because there is too much love-sick ranting on the page. Who is it for, do you ask? Here's the deal - even I don't know. So there.