Tune that sticks in your head (it did came from / was used in a commercial) and cuteness enough to make you chortle. Probably. It did for me.
Fans of the 70's (?) please pardon the parody.
WaT (as "e2") - TOKIMEKI☆DooBeeDoo
Every morning at the coffee shop in front of the station You stare out idly In a funny kind of way, I worry about this one-sided love Who is it that you worry about your hair for?
The courage to speak to you Has my heart beating so fast that I might die And the moment that our eyes meet Is like time stands still
I like you
I wonder if this is love Throbbing, DooBeeDooBeeDoo When I think of you, I might burst These feelings of mine You notice, DooBeeDooBeeDoo The trembling of my passionate heart Will not stop, I love you
My favorite bunny
// At the intersection in the twilight of evening // I saw you there by chance // Actually, it was a little ambush // You were worrying about the time, were you waiting for someone?
// Before the traffic lights changed // I had to talk to you // But, with a smile on your face // You waved your hand at a boy
// Could it be
// Is it your sweetheart? // Jealousy, DooBeeDooBeeDoo // I feel overwhelmed, like I'm devastated // These feelings of mine // Are in tatters, DooBeeDooBeeDoo // I am a complete miserable clown // But even now, I love you
// My favorite strawberry
// "He...hello // It's nice weather today, isn't it? // Ah, ah," "Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about I have always liked y..yo...yo....”
I like you
I wonder why it is so painful Throbbing, DooBeeDooBeeDoo When I think of you, I might burst These feelings of mine There's nothing I can do about them, DooBeeDooBeeDoo Until I have captured your heart I will never give up, I love you
// My favorite chestnut My favorite bunny
* Commented lines in grey are from the Single version; they are not sung in the PV.
** Lyrics translation edited from the work credited to rotorua @ WaT International Forum
If a black man is racist, is it okay? When it's the white man's racism that made him that way. Because the bully's the victim they say; By some sense they're all the same.
'Cause the line between wrong and right is the width of a thread from a spider's web. The piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind.
I could tell you to go to war, Or I could march for peace and fighting no more. How do I know which is right? And I hope he does, when he sends you to fight.
'Cause the line between wrong and right is the width of a thread from a spider's web. The piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind.
Should we act on a blame, or should we chase the moments away? Should we live? Should we give? Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time...
'Cause the line between wrong and right is the width of a thread from a spider's web. The piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind.
I am quite ignorant about the current status of global warming (and virtually all world issues) and I don't know if the recent snowstorms in China (a rare awareness on my part) are a contradicting evidence to it or an orthogonal issue altogether; but as far as I am concerned these days, Singapore is TOO COLD.
(Sorry beforehand to readers currently in four-seasoned regions, as all the complaining that follows will totally ignore the fact that you all have it much worse than I do.)
I don't remember the rainy season lasting quite this long before... although my sense of time is never reliable at the first place. On the other hand, in a closed, windowless, air-conditioned room, my sense of an outside raining event is pretty accurate, if I do say so myself. In fact, in that same room now, I'm typing this entry with wool-gloved fingers, which are STILL freezing.
I was born and raised in a town located on the Equator Line on the globe. I would have attributed my sensitivity to that, if not for the fact that the rest of my family doesn't seem to have a problem with cold weather.
Neither did Eka, who came by the other day when the room temperature was at the ideal one-layered clothing level (to me), and, like some of my Singaporean/Malaysian labmates, thought it was too warm. While her hometown is further away from the Equator Line, its population and activity effectively achieve the same temperature level we have back there, I believe. So why?
Besides, having more body fat than she has, I would think I should be more resistant to cold, too. I'm not on a diet simply because I can't be bothered, not for the purpose of preserving body heat, but not getting it when I need it is still a bit disappointing.
Putting aside housewifey concerns such as sunshine-deprived laundry... I do like rain. I drank and used rain water growing up; I persuaded my mother into letting me help collecting it. When I was small, watching the heavy rain from the window often gave me a warm appreciative feeling of having a home in which I'm safely protected.
Rain will make the flowers grow, says Eponine, and I too will be fine with a little fall of rain, or even not so little of it, if I can just figure out a way to keep myself warm.
Actually yes. XD I mean, I've read discouraging reviews of it and still wanted to go, and without much expectation I actually enjoyed it quite well.
Eng Wah put the title as "Deathnote Spin Off: L Change The World", which disoriented me a bit when I tried to find it among titles starting with 'L'. Maybe they did it to make it recognizable as part of Deathnote... like, how many would actually know who L was if not tied with Deathnote?
Hum, that was random. At first I thought the title "Change the World" was quite 'out of it', like the way Japanese songs include irrelevant English words in their chorus, or something. A one-letter title may not be very identifiable, so they need a subtitle, I suppose? (I remember my own confusion with the J-rock band called "X".) But as with "The Last Name", I think it suits the plot pretty well after all. And I like it that this movie still maintained that "God of the new world" theme in subtext.
Was that random again? Anyway... so the movie wasn't much about wits. The climax was indeed quite run-of-the-mill, at which point I checked my watch for the first time. In my opinion it was more about Watari's importance to L, which is a good point to touch on. They deliberately drew attention to the letter 'W' in the title, too. But L being the way he was, I didn't see much of the emotions, and the heart-clinching moments I did feel was probably due to the all the background I already knew.
So... in the end it was like, one needs to know Deathnote to enjoy it, and yet it lacks all the brainy stuff that one likes from Deathnote. (I actually prefer to think of this as a movie by itself, the manga-purist that I am. Besides, L was a strong enough character to grow out of the series.) But come to think of it, the post-L Deathnote saga feels quite like this -- that is, more of the field work. (Somehow I compare this to the thinking part and the implementation part of my own research work.)
The little girl was really lovely and acted well. Her character was to my liking too (i.e. the opposite of a damsel in distress). The English-speaking characters were, erm, not preferable to be speaking English... even L. But his Spanish(?) was pretty smooth in my ears, maybe because I didn't know that language at all. XD
I don't remember if Agent Suruga has been in the Deathnote movies (i.e. the two actual Deathnote adaptations, because, as I said, this one is not Deathnote to me) but I just feel his sudden appearance lacks explanation. As he proceeded to be the comic relief, we see the purpose, but... yeah. Anyway, he was entertaining. Don't care much about the rest of the supporting characters, and in fact, the villain kha-kias were of the pointlessly violent, brainless, 'bundled' variety that I couldn't stand.
L himself was still a charmer. At least we fangirls would love the liberal serving of his adorably dorky scenes to gush at -- can't speak for others heh. Though, hm, rather sorry to say this, but I'm still not struck by Matsuyama Kenichi's charm outside of this role. (Eka said he looked old in the DramaWiki photo (indeed), so I linked to ThePPN instead.) And I'm starting to think that he gets this role working out so well exactly because he is not that prince-like type of actor. By 'prince-like' I mean someone like Takki or Kimutaku or, well, Prince. XP Though somehow the dorkiness doesn't seem to shine bright enough elsewhere...
...Yeah, now you know the kind of influences I'm subjecting myself to recently. Surprisingly though, among this bunch of teen pop idols there are some that I consider pretty good musical findings, like this Kansai group who sang really interesting songs:
Kanjani8 - Naniwa Iroha Bushi
Glad to know that for all the good looks, at least one of them does have impressive vocals. I say at least because I haven't recognized all of them yet... I say, why so many people in boybands who rarely sing more than one vocal parts? XP But Hady explained that it was to trap more fans across wider tastes, and I suppose I'm indeed victim to such a scheme, true enough.
Hum, jump of topic, but if I really try to tie this in, another one of the Kanjani8 boys is the guy who (sort of) gets the girl MatsuKen (sort of) dumps in Ichi Rittoru, so there. =D
I'm feeling romantic, so I carry our photo with me -- quite absurd at this point, but it's been a beautiful memory.
I've loved you differently, but I've loved you aloud. I don't miss the immaturity of that time, but I wish I still had that kind of capacity.
Learned to protect myself, now I love with half a heart and an eye on the exit; far inferior to the cheesy exchanges thrown in abandon when we didn't have romance to ruin it for us.
This photo will return inside that album at the end of today, and I'll think of you again when someone mentions that kid we both knew growing up.
I'm sorry that I've made you the object of this contemplative love, exactly for your unlikely return to my life.
It's easier to love with only sweet remembrances, and after years of thoughts overruling emotions I wanted a moment to truly feel.
I've been a sort-of antisocial brat these few weeks (yes, even through the lunar new year) -- blame it on the amount of things to do, but I always think it is more a mental thing: I cannot multitask well, and maybe because I "know" that, I stay at that.
Then today I came to campus, canceled a meeting with my supervisor, and:
- went for lunch and met Rimbun + Davin at the canteen,
- went to Computer Center to renew my student card and met Christian who was there for the same matter,
- walked back to lab through the Forum bazaar, stopped by the Milo dispenser truck, and was greeted by someone who mistook me for his friend's Beijing friend.
Third encounter was quite amusing. Kiasu-ness led me to take the free Milo. The crowd at the more spacious side of the truck led me to go round to the "back", where only one other student was there. When he greeted me and I didn't recognize him, I approached nevertheless because I thought for a second that he was someone in charge who wanted me to take the glass he'd filled instead. (So far-fetched.)
Upon seeing that I didn't know him, he apologized for being mistaken, but I knew I did forget people, so I tried to extract some explanation. He then asked if I was from Beijing, so I thought maybe I met him (and subsequently forgot him) while I was in Beijing. I said I wasn't, but that I'd been there, and asked if he was from Beijing. (That response would sound very weird if he didn't know my thinking process.)
Then he explained that I really looked like someone his friend (and he, I assume) met at a conference, someone who was from Beijing, that he'd even seen me in SoC before and had been wondering if I was that person.
Some time ago when I registered at the polyclinic, the staff put down my racial information as "Malay" (she didn't ask me about it), maybe because of my name. It would sound more Indian because of the Sanskrit root, but I suppose she took a look at me and knew it couldn't be right.
So, Indian-ish name + Chinese face = Malay? (Surprisingly this is close enough to Indonesian, and she could actually have been well informed in her deduction.) I wonder if I can make use of this nationality-ambiguous identity somehow. =D
But I digress. It so happens that these encounters are related somehow to what came to my mind this morning. I received an email gathering support for the snow-storm victims in China, so I was wondering if the friends I made while in Beijing (one of them from An Hui) and their families were all right.
As for Rimbun and Christian, both of them are my badminton-playing groupmates. The group is in hiatus now, so Rimbun (a regular) asked if we are going to resume, while Christian (a not-so-regular) asked if it was still going on. The topic had also been in my mind this morning because Denny emailed me about jogging plans and I in turn tried to recruit him into the badminton group.
Coincidences make the world go round, don't they. For the many times that my thoughts never lead to anything happening (though when in doubt I would sometimes superstitiously think of all the worst possibilities so that they won't happen) I don't think those thoughts have been strong enough to induce the above events, but I'll be my usual diplomatic self and say, who knows..
And another on the way. I sent congratulations, but without seeing their happy faces in person it's rather difficult to truly empathize-- it's not my world, and I can't see myself balancing all I'm doing now with that kind of responsibility.
It did alarm me how I'm still a kid in many aspects (though some I'd like to keep) at this age. I need a definition of maturity that doesn't involve marriage and mothering... one that doesn't depend on other people, one that will help me make peace with my own expectation... and I need to start working towards that.
