Subscribe On My Canal Pls.

Hahaha okay I never actually had the intention of blogging but I just saw something that made me laugh so hard I have to share it or burst and die horribly. In my capacity as a profersionarl youtube comment reader, I stumbled across this diamond in the rough and this is verbatim: "subscribe on my canal and wathc videos" WHAT. WHAT DO???? SUBSCRIBE ON MY CANAL PLS GAIS! That has insanely ridiculously insane potential for hilarity/disgustingness. Yeah buddy, loving your canal. Spent forever on your canal bro. Your canal really sucked me in... O K I think we've reached the limit here. Quite possibly the limit has been smashed already.

I just spent 10mins watching llama del rey's video for Ride. I'm quite impressed! After that disaster of a live performance (yeah I watched that too, how much of a loser am I??) on that random talkshow, I almost wrote her off, but I guess when you have H&M and memes after you, you can't be going too far wrong in this modern life.

Speaking of talkshows, I also watched Anna McKendrick on David Letterman, cause I'm that much of a loser and I have a little crush on her. I don't even know why, was it Up in the Air or 50/50 that did it? And then I watched Maude Apatow interview Rebel Wilson (from the amazingest Bridesmaid!) and then Ellen Degeneres interview Rebel Wilson...... In my defence Rebel is hilarious and Maude is cute! And I suck, apparently. Where art thous my manliest pursuits a la doto2 and not bathing? Cause one of the most characteristically mannish traits is to smell like a horse who fell into its own defecated products.

Umm, manhood crisis probably due to my not playing rugby this year. It was a conscious decision not to play this year cause... I'm afraid of the cold. Hahaha. Idk I guess I just thought I've tried rugby last year, now let's try something else. But I do miss playing rugby actually, all that brutality, and precision violence.. Or getting down and dirty with a couple of other sweaty guys, you know, just a couple, only like 30 on the pitch at one time after all.. After that badminton and tennis and w/e just seems so sedated! I did just fail horribly at badminton though, I blame my new racket and the pangsai tension in the strings, but I was just bad! Such a depressing showing..

Damien Rice's Delicate btw, new hooked-onto song. I can't decide on the guy. I like Cannonball, 9 Crimes, Blower's Daughter, and now Delicate alot. But the rest of his songs... meh. Not so fabulous to me! Quite unlike Kakkmaddafakka!! Most retarded name, most retarded videos. I love it. I think they're Norwegian, so clearly Norwegians are out of the Woods now! Worst joke. As an aside, still haven't read the book though, left my entire library at home boohoo.

Random music these few days, from Damien Rice to Husky to Daughter to Emily and the Woods to Emily Jane White, the last 3 of whom I've just stumbled upon today. Oh and listened to Dum Dum Girls, they actually sound quite like... Best Coast I think. And then cause Olde is Golde I had a bout of Alice Cooper's POISON RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS and Kiss' I Was Made For Loving You, such classics really! And Architecture in Helsinki, which oddly enough I don't think I've ever heard before this week. Definitely not what I was expecting, so jangly and.. words fail me, or rather I fail words, cause I can't think of any other description haha.

I had this really awkward dream a couple days back. Somehow I was dreaming of my mom scolding my dad for exceeding his 150mb data allowance for his mobile plan. As if that weren't weird enough, in my dream I was busy puzzling out how my dad could have done that after uploading a mere 9 photos on instagram, and trying to explain to my mom how that was impossible. In vain, cause my dream mom then whipped out the bill showing clearly that my dad exceeded the limit, which shocked me to silence. And then I woke up. One of my most awkward dreams ever, really. Nigh on impossible too, cause my dad is barely even aware that his phone connects to the internet. Huh.

Just had steaks for dinner. With mashed potato and salad. Most brit meal I've had in the 3 weeks since I've been here, which is cool! Also in this 3 weeks.. I've gone to more lectures (22) than I did the whole of last year (probably like 15 or something meh).. I've overspent like siao (even without having bought my textbooks).. I've still not got my textbooks.. I've still not got a girlfriend.. All in all a verrah disappointing 3 weeks! Even that incredible attendance can't redeem me, although with such a stunning lecture-going streak, I might even (dare I say it!) manage to attend more than 50 lectures this term! Amazing stuff.

That onion and mushroom sauce with the steaks though, not too kind on my flatulence....! I gotta choose between 2 evils now, in deciding whether or not to open my window. Either I die of cold or.. the alternative is too wicked to even contemplate, however briefly! Will not be stunk to death!

Hm. Just thinking of the video for llama's Ride again, quite possibly because I'm listening to this random song called "I Became A Prostitute" which truly is the title of a song, not some porno flick. Well anyway, the official 10min version of the song includes this whole rambling narrative voiced I assume by Llama herself! That plus the overall tone of the video made me think about happiness. I'm sure I've had thoughts about happiness before, but why not add a couple more!

It's quite a slippery concept I guess. And by slippery I mean a good kind of slippery. It's so slippery anyone can touch it, the issue lies with actually managing to hold on to it.. I mean it's so flexible, anything could mean happiness for anyone. Something that makes you happy might not make me happy, and happily enough, the converse is true as well. It's just hard sometimes to understand that and appreciate that.

That might not be immediately apparent, but you just have to think of all the times you judge someone else. For example, when you see a group of wannabe ah-bengs or something, and you think oh my lord these guys are such losers! But they might be, and probably are, perfectly happy doing what they're doing. Who are we to impinge on their happiness with our entirely biased, totally narrow-minded views? It serves no purpose, really. You might say yeah, it's socially unacceptable etc etc but what's the use of casting a disgruntled eye on people like them and grumbling to ourselves?

Empathy doesn't apply only to those who are worse off, it applies also to those who are different, in whatever way, whether or not it is for the worse in your opinion. Maybe some people's path to happiness doesn't lead to (or require) monetary or social success, and who's to say that isn't the right path to take? Happiness means so many different things to so many different people. The root of the question probably lies in what the point of life is (happiness, success, leaving something of value behind etc etc.) but that would be going down a very long windy road from which this blog post would probably never recover from.

It's just, to each his own, whatever floats your boat or rocks your socks right? It's like, if someone listens to Justin Beiber, what can I do?? Try to convince him/her (not trying to overgeneralize here but I think a her is much more likely, just sayin') that Beiber is Bad? That's just bad, man. It's like telling someone his musical taste sucks and is terribly juvenile and disgusting. Who would ever say that to someone! Even Twilight..... I mean go ahead and like it man, just never ever consider that I would join you for late-night Twilight marathons, cause shockingly enough it's managed to spawn 3 (or is it 4) movies already... Okay enough of the Beiber Bashing and Twilight Trashing.

I was just thinking that someone else might look at me and think, oh my, how sad! that I go alone to random places and just walk around randomly for hours. Probably those bikers in the video would. What a miserable loser on foot, instead of riding around like a cool maddafakka with the wind in my hair and a llama at my back! So the fact that I might seem like a sad loser to others while enjoying myself can only mean that other people whom I think of as being sad losers just might be amazingly happy instead!

Which is kinda the point I was trying to make all this while I guess. Maybe that girl you kinda feel sad for, who always seems to have her arms around another guy, maybe that's happiness to her. And it's easy to fling snarky words and phrases like slut, or low self-esteem or daddy issues (this phrase always cracks me up) around but who's to say they're not having a good time? Or that 40 year old who plays Maplestory all the time and spends money on it AND IS MARRIED IN GAME. Cause it's only too easy to mock people like that. Which certainly makes me wonder, is that it? Are we instinctively mean, or is that a social aberration because... I don't know, the mean kids stole all our toys? Haha whatever.

 Maybe feeling sad for other people makes us feel good about ourselves. That we even have the capacity to feel sad for them, that we are in such enlightened and elevated circumstances that we can? I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's about the why. It's perfectly fine feeling sad for others, for example the undernourished or abused etc. But if the reason you do so is to feel good about yourself then something is wrong, no?

Umm so yeah. Characteristically long-winded yet somehow unable to articulate what exactly it is I'm trying to say! Sigh I'm done for now haha.