emo bimbo

it doesn't even seem that long since i first met you

yet when i think about it it's been 4 years

we've been through ups and downs, and round n round(s)

we'd argue and talk bout it, then argue and talk about it again,

but thats the thing that i can't find in anyone else... a best friend, a confidante, someone i trust and respect, someone who gives me good advice, someone whom i can talk to about absolutely anything for more than 7 hours straight...

I'm still hoping that "there's light at the end of this tunnel"

only diff is, u're not here with me in the tunnel anymore.

even bimbos get emo sometimes.

FONTS

I love experimenting with fonts.

this is a GREAT font.

but this is PRETTY GOOD too.

it really depends on the effect u're trying to give off.

and if u're still reading this u may have noticed by now that this post has absolutely no point.

FUSION JAZZ is NOT jazz

so i'm no expert on music genres and all that jazz. but when i read that "tablacadabra" was going to play at Avanti in sunway hotel, i just KNEW that it wasn't going to be my usual frank sinatra / miles davis / coltrane style jazz.

so i was there for a family dinner, n half way thru they start playing kitaro. argh. nothing agaisnt kitaro, but seriously, thats not jazz.  n then later there is some very tribal music which again, falls under the category of FUSION jazz. bleargh.

don't get me wrong, the performance was fine, the performers looked like they were having a good time n enjoying themselves, n they might have fit perfectly at a tribal music fest but to proclaim themselves jazz players is in my puny opinion, inaccurate.

so nway my conclusion: fusion jazz is rojak. just like how fusion restaurants sell bits n pieces of just like, EVERYTHING.

nothing particularly bimbo bout this post (or so i think!). havent had any bimbo-inspiration in awhile.

till next time. toodles!

okay. so. readership in bimboblog land with marshmallows n all things pink isnt great. but thats fine, after all bimbo's never know if there are ppl reading their blogs thinking *whack forehead* "AIYO so bimbo". cos if u were thick enough to put it on ur blog, u obviously don't think its too bimbo eh.   but on the other hand, nearly all the bimbos i know are DYING for some fame in their lives. not fame from doing something worthwhile like Watson & Crick fame, rather fame fr... well... nothing, really. which is what blogging fame is all about. Becoming "famous" simply cos u're sharing many snippets of your life to the world. Ofcourse saying that would be generalising because there are blogs which are truly enlightening to read, enabling you to learn something new everyday. And then there are those blogs which are downright idiotic, bimbotic, but entertaining nonetheless. okay. back to main point. readership.

mb all i need to do is come up with a new language! like the K language... kwhat kyou kmean kyou kdon't kknow kwhat kthe K klanguage kis?!

speaking of new languages, did you know...

there are people who actually converse n learn KLINGON... the language in startrek. how weird is that man.

TODAY,

i woke up at 8am and then read a book. Then i had muesli for breakfast with a mango. I try to have fruits with everymeal cos I need to get my 5-a-day! After that I took a bus to class, n the bus fare was £1.30. its gone up again, quite expensive now. At class I was feeling so sleepy n I was either doodling on my note pad or nodding off to sleep. Finally, lunch came! n I had a good hearty sandwich with an apple (see earlier on my fruits with every meal policy!) and then went to the library to study. Studied for a few hours and then came home, really tired, n decided to blog abit b4 I crash n hit the bed.

BORINGGGGG riight.

tahu pun.

so why oh whyyyyyyyy do some ppl still blog like that? "I woke up at such n such a time, did this, ate that,..."

*yawn