Rapping @ MindSay

Was just checking my e-mail, and then *kaboom*, there was an e-mail from Cauliflower. So I was like "first time she sent me an e-mail" and I opened the e-mail, and inside the email she said she would coming to China on a school trip, and wold visit Beijing for a few days. She asked if I could meet her up in Beijing, and I'm like "cool shizzle man!" Considering the fact I haven't seen her since Year 7, and that she's the only person I actually keep in touch with out of all of my friends who left Yew Chung, I'd probably would visit her "no matter the cost".

Its been such a hectic week, with an all out Physics test coming up tomorrow, a science test on Monday, a 6-4 win against BISS on Monday ( was a fun game, did an Oliver Kahn  diving save,  Van Der Sar reflex save against a point blank shot, and a couple of other fancy shizzle), essays, poetry analysis, being Stefen... you know, all the typical stuff that doesn't look like things that would actually make you busy.

Its funny how things are playing out with me and MC. We don't really actually talk that much, cause I seriously don't like using the phone, its like talking to a wall that talks back to you because your hallucinated or something. Once your done with talking to the wall and get all pumped up and sh*t, you end up suffering from post telephone depression because you simply don't talk that much once your back home. One thing I seriously don't enjoy doing, is probably talking to MC when satellites are orbiting around her. Maybe its an act of being selfish, but to some extent, all I want is just her, not accompanied with any satellites, debris, space junk, twin planets or what so ever. So now that I don't get many "chances" to talk to MC, she seems to be the one thats creating all the chances to talk. Every time I see MC walking by when I go to ICT while she gets out of Chinese (that rhymes :D), I usually only greet her when I see eye contact and when she's alone, but today when she was with her friends talking, I was like "yeah whatever", just to hear her greet me. Looks like I can't run away with the disguise of the people, lol.

Been receiving weird compliments recently, and the other one to join the party is probably "L" saying I should be a rapper. A rapper? For real? I'm not quite I would want to walk down that road even if I do actually have good rapping skills. One of my favourite rap song lyric lines from The Unknown by Mark B & Blade is "the industry is full of cut throats, false hopes, money controls, killing of many souls, anything goes", that pretty much answers why I don't want to join the entertainment industry. Another things is, my all time favourite rapper Eminem ran out of fuel after only a few years of stardom, and now the sh*t he's rapping about is the same sh*t he's been rapping about since the album Infinite came out, and sometimes I think he's rapping stuff that he pulled out of his ass just to earn some bug bucks. I don't want to be like that, so if I was to be commited, I'd rather make sure I have enough fuel to bring me into a path where I can constantly replenish fuel.

That being said, PSV knocked Tottenham Hotspurs out of the UEFA Cup after a thrilling 1-0 loss at PSV Stadion, followed by a penlaty shootout. Just a note before I get into the penalty shootout, is that Gomes did a fabulous OMFG save in the dying moments of extra time, when a shot that was doomed to go into the top corners of Gomes' goal was denied by Gomes himself as he accelerated off the ground to make that finger tip save.

Pretty cool week so far, let's just hope I bang that A* for Physics tomorrow :P

I don't know how many of you have seen this, but this is fucked up.



There's nothing else I can say about it. It's fucked up.

Oh, and apparently this is my 100th blog entry. Woooo!

Steph called me up and told me that she and her host sisters were going to go karaoke-ing for the night and asked if I would like to join them. I have to admit that at first, I was very hesitant to agree to this night of me making a fool of myself. I decided that I need to get out more with French people and agreed to accompany them.

 

I met up with her and her three host sisters, Helene, Benedicte, and Marie.

They are all three really nice and they had brought some of their friends with them too; Amelie, Matthieu, and Matthieu.

It was kind of convenient that the boys had the same name so I wouldn’t forget it! I’m pretty bad with names sometimes…especially French names because I can’t always understand what they’re saying to me. That’s embarrassing after I’ve been here for three months, but I promise it’s hard.

 

We got to the karaoke bar, and Steph and I were looking through the song book. The whole first section was in French and the second half English. Because we know that our voices are terrible, we decided to choose a rap song and finally ended up selecting Ice, Ice, Baby. Little did we know that French people are not kidding around when they sing karaoke. Instead of calling it karaoke, it should be called ‘everyone in France with an amazing voice sing night.’

 

Anyway, we had already entered our names, so we decided to go through with it. First, we had a little taste of what it was like when our whole group sang a song of Marie’s choice…”We are the World.”

It is officially the longest song, and a complete stranger insisted on singing it with us, which made it even more awkward. After that, Steph and I sang, I mean rapped, a little Vanilla Ice. The crowd was practically dumbfounded. In order to revive our act, I decided to bust out a little running man and Steph followed suit.

We got a few yells and cheers (I don’t think they were boo’s…) and then hurried off stage when we were finished. The announcer said “Oh, the Americans are having so much fun in France!” And that we are.