Obsessions @ MindSay 
After watching VH1's Bands Reunited: Information Society, I started to get angry at the host and camera people for disrupting my favorite band's members' lives. I didn't like the way they sprung on them. And the more I watched other bands reunited get sprung on and asked (or should I say forced?) to meet past members they may have had a bad falling out with, the more I started to feel guilty for just watching the drama unfold -- it's like as soon as some people get recognized for their talents or genius we all want to get inside them and disrupt their private lives and bother them with all kinds of unappropriate questions. Once you're famous, it's as if the world assumes it owns you, and to hell with you if you can't handle that kind of attention, right? Whatever. All I know is that there are times while I'm watching a documentary or reading a biography where I start to feel, well, for lack of a better word, stupid. At other times, while putting together a wiki page or other kind of fan page or while participating in discussions about famous people in online forums I start to wonder: "Why am I talking about these people like I know them?"
Of course we're all gonna do it. It's only natural to feel like they are a real part of our lives even if it's only the music making our heads swim with love. But I also find it funny that fans talk about their favorite personalities as if these people are living next door. I still have conversations off line with friends where we address celebrities on a first name basis. Anyone who overhears our chatting would assume we were talking about people we know intimately, but truth is, we don't!
So let me get back to the Information Society reunion... First off, I've been a fan ever since I first heard "Walking Away" and "What's On Your Mind" in 1988. The reason why I've been a fan is mainly because I loved the music. I wasn't into them only because I thought they were better than me or that I worshipped them for their clothes or hairstyles. In concerts and videos they entertained me with a mix of different musical genres and styles I liked. Plus the music just fit my own personality well -- a funky blend or industrial potpourii of synth pop and electro hip-hop. I especially loved the computer samples intertwined with the vocal stylings of Kurt Harland. An obsession with their personal lives never entered my mind... well, not entirely. As soon as I saw them in interviews, read magazine articles, and noticed that Amanda and several other members were coming and going... no matter how lovely the music, there were stories going on behind the scenes and it's only human to get a bit curious as to what is going on. But would I ever dare to walk up to one of the guys in the band and directly (rudely) ask them about their personal relationships? No. I'd leave that up to the Lifetime TV movie people. Or wait maybe a few years for people to get nostalgic enough to want to re-examine their life stories in based-on-a-true-story fictional dramatic reconstruction of their time and lives.
But that's just it, fiction is a fine way to celebrate the legend of a band, as long as it is handled well. Fact is better, but too often the true life stories of famous people are written and unauthorized by those with a chip on their shoulder or a worshipful bias. With that said, I don't always agree with journalists and authors of sensational, or so-called exclusive biographies. I don't need someone to form my opinions for me. I would rather hear the true stories from the artists themselves... However, it must also be frustrating to have everything you say broadcast to the world as if it's written in stone! I can see how a mental complex can form when you've got too many people following you and leaning on every word you say. It must be so frustrating at times, yet I can't experience the weight of that kind of fame, only imagine it.
Sometimes we are allowed to see only peeks into the lives of our favorite artists and perhaps that's all we should see. We should care more about what we think than what someone famous thinks, right? And yet it's that very thing which can direct our attention to something important. We do tend to look up to these people like human gods because they are in the spotlight, not us, and being in that light gives them the privledge to speak (or sing) and be heard by millions. Not everyone who committs to being in a band acquires that heavy dose of fame, but some do and I don't think everyone is equipped to handle that kind of publicity. At some point, once a band gets enough hit songs under their belt, you have to prepare for the onslaught of prying eyes and ears, in fact that's the whole point of producing popular music. Again, I can only imagine this and wonder how I've contributed to the illusion fame puts on some of these people.
But what makes me feel somehow comforted is seeing my favorite artists being the normal people they are. I like that kind of disillusionment. I want to see them being human.
And yet there is that little thrill shivering through my belly at the thought of meeting them in person. No matter how much I remind myself that these people are human and normal, the excitement of meeting someone I admire can still excite a deliciously sweet anxiety I don't mind experiencing. So, when all is said and done, seeing a favorite artist in a television show is the safest way to experience what it might be like being in the same room with them. But I still believe we should shut off the cameras and let them decide when they want to be in that spotlight! Don't you agree?
At last, it's done. And well done. So I am free of that small obsession. Huzzah!
Now, perhaps, I can return to 1822, where a certain someone is going to confront someone else on the matter of horses...
I told you stuff about a long yawnful four-hour speech and stuff, right? *cellphone rings* Oh boy, this person's text-happy today... (texts her classmate to stop texting)I hope that'll stop him. *phone rings again* Oh boy! I'll just ignore him. *turns up the volume of the song* YOU REALLY WON'T STOP?!? *uses headphones, but phone rings again* Grrr... *turns phone off* Whew...
Anyway, yesterday started off normally... One of my classmates asking Kurin for yet another choco bar, Kurin trying to give me one too (which I refused, of course), one of my other classmates bought a guitar and promptly got scolded by our teacher, our two teachers saying we had to report, and me wanting to send a hate-mail to the creator of Gokusen since Sawada and Yankumi aren't together... (Which is one of the reasons this strange classmate of mine was texting me like... about, 10 times.)
Ok, now where was I? Yes, the long yawnful speech about stuff like uniforms, minor and major offenses, lockers and all that. It was very, very hot, mind you. The covered court was a bit cramped, with all the guys and gals from grade 4 to high school all there. But let's set that aside...
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MY CURRENT OBSESSIONS
1.Syaoran-dono.
2.Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
3.Gokusen the drama season 1
MY PAST OBSESSIONS
1.W.I.T.C.H
2.Martin Mystery
3.All those TV shows for lil'kids I liked back then. (Except Winnie-the-Pooh, whose still in my top 10. How can I forget him when I believe my stuffed toy, Mimi, is his granddaughter?)
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P.S: Thanks to my Niffy Rose, who supplied me with all the lyrics I asked you other lazy bums out there for! Arigatou!
Can’t you just FEEL the power and the wind in your face and the sense of freedom?! There’s nothing quite so magnificent as watching a horse run for the sheer joy of it – not necessarily a structured race or equine event, but just free and wild and happy and running all out just because they feel good and free and wild, like they were meant to be.
I’ve often wondered to myself, just what is it about horses that thrills my soul so. I could sit and watch them for hours on end without ever getting bored – whether sleeping or grazing or playing – everything they do, every move they make just enthralls me. I love the way they smell, I love the sounds they make, I love the way they feel to the hand, I love the feeling of sitting atop a living, breathing powerhouse when in the saddle, I love the expressions on their faces and the way they interact with each other and people and other living things. Just as when I was a child, my heart still jumps every time I see a horse in a field. And whenever I see a large green expanse, my first thought is, “there should be a HORSE out there on that lovely grass!”
I’ve had an unnatural obsession with horses for as long as I can remember. I suppose I’ll never fully understand it. There just seems to be something supernaturally wonderful about being around horses…living with them, handling them, riding them, caring for them. They make you feel alive and young and one with the beautiful world of nature. I also realize that not everyone experiences this rush of endorphins at the mention of horses and that those of you who don’t likely view those of us who do as rather peculiar, as we also see you.
What in the world brought on such musings? I have no idea. I just looked out my window at my horses grazing peacefully and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. GAWD, I love horses.
His name shall be left out... mostly because more school people might be reading this and you know how bad gossip is at Regis, and I think I met him last year and everytime we saw eachother he had forgotten my name so now we joke about it. He often calls me cute or mocks me in some way in the class we have together. Today I went into the sociology office to hang out and there he and my good friend were. I gave my good friend a hug and he was like "I don't get a hug?!" so i went and sat by him on the couch and we did the whole chit chat thing... we talked about scarves and all the different kinds we see on campus then he proceeded to show me how to make a scarf hat. We also talked about how I almost got run over by one of those stupid campus mini-vehicles. He thought it would have been funny if I got hit but not hurt. Then he said he would shed a tear if I had been hit and hurt. I thought it was cute.
I did just realize that by recounting this, I might be obsessing a little? Boooo.... nothing should be wrong with talking about a new crush. I can't help it.
He's so smart and FUNNY.... he like me. He really is.... I picture us having great conversations and doing fun things. A friend even said "his parents raised him well".... and I do enjoy well raised men. Yikes!
New topic... I bought this thing I have heard about from a few people called the DivaCup, which is an alternative to tampons. I know some of you are like, "Ewwwwwwwwww.....she's gonna talk about menstruation!" and yes I am. But really.... think of all the waste that goes out because of it. And ladies... you can think about how much money you've spent on feminine "hygiene" (gag me with a spoon: menstruation is not dirty or wrong) over the years and how much more you will have to spend. Anyway... today is day one of me trying... and for anyone who wonders... it was weird to put in at first but I got it on my second try and really isn't bad so far... I'll keep you posted.
Well... on my plate for the rest of the day...... I'm going to the Romero House to hear a speaker talk about sex-workers and to see a bunch of my SOA buddies and to get free food. Then, to the library I go.... I must get my literature review at least completely laid down tonight so I can revise it tomorow and turn it in Wednesday. Yikes!
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