Sorry we haven't updated for so long... but... to make up for it, here's a video we made a couple days ago, where we tried to do a cover of "Love Song" by Khalil Fong...
Probably going to regret posting this.
: were you sober ♡L: yes : omg : you girls are like : 3 years old
What a clever campaign: "How far would you go for love?" Translation: You better work harder boys, we just raised your woman's expectations by twofold + tickets to Europe. I can hear the ad executive's chuckling crescendoing into cackling from here... Seriously though, from a design perspective LOVE Cartier really did a gorgeous job. Though the short love films seem a bit over-the-top in dubbedlish, if you just listen to the Frawwnch and watch- the beauty comes out. It's confusingly natural, the extra silence in the films. But oh le monde...ze best parrrrrrt ? Ze MUZEEQ! Sometimes it takes just a song to help you love the world again. And I'm hoping that my uploading effort is uplifting, whether you are a little down today, a little up... wow I need to stop. Music deserves a gang sign...
So cleaning my room didn't sound like it would lead to any prospects of finding gold...
But look what I found. So gold. Archie comics as long as I live! Haha...and people think I "read". Haha. "Read." Hahaha!! Say it to me again... Since you won't, I bid you ciao!
Veronica, you bitch! Eat ebola... LASTLY: GOOD LUCK TO L. ON YOUR MCAT!
I pray to the sushi gods for L's survival. I think we've treated them pretty well, so don't worry readers, we can expect favorable returns in the form of a high, record-shattering MCAT score.
Today my mother forwarded an email to me warning of gang violence spreading from Oakland to Fremont. Gang violence is no laughing matter, but when I think of Fremont gangs the image that comes to mind is a bunch of Asian MSJ high school kids whacking each other on the head with graphing calculators in order to get to AP testing first.
It's not funny! Why am I laughing? I hope these professed Oakland gangsters don't come after me now.
I love this song (the girl is really pretty!) by Khalil Fong, where he sings about being a scrub (你想开宝马，我和我的Toyota) and being too skinny. "Please don't break my heart," he croons. I won't, Khalil, I won't! Um.
This excerpt from Seamus Heaney's Nobel Lecture has been one of my favorite passages to date, perfectly exemplifying the simultaneous beauty and ugliness of human nature. It's easy to forget both.
One of the most harrowing moments in the whole history of the harrowing of the heart in Northern Ireland came when a minibus full of workers being driven home one January evening in 1976 was held up by armed and masked men and the occupants of the van ordered at gunpoint to line up at the side of the road. Then one of the masked executioners said to them, "Any Catholics among you, step out here." As it happened, this particular group, with one exception, were all Protestants, so the presumption must have been that the masked men were Protestant paramilitaries about to carry out a tit-for-tat sectarian killing of the Catholic as the odd man out, the one who would have been presumed to be in sympathy with the IRA and all its actions.
It was a terrible moment for him, caught between dread and witness, but he did make a motion to step forward. Then, the story goes, in that split second of decision, and in the relative cover of the winter evening darkness, he felt the hand of the Protestant worker next to him take his hand and squeeze it in a signal that said no, don't move, we'll not betray you, nobody need know what faith or party you belong to. All in vain, however, for the man stepped out of the line; but instead of finding a gun at his temple, he was pushed away as the gunmen opened fire on those remaining in the line, for these were not Protestant terrorists, but members, presumably, of the Provisional IRA.
So for my first entry, I thought I would post a picture of j. and I doing what we do best: drooling over sushi. It's no coincidence that we've gotten kicked out of almost every restaurant we've been to for staying too long.
We don't smile like this for everything.
I also have to discuss another one of my current obsessions: Khalil Fong 方大同. When I heard his song on the LOVE Cartier website (whose playlist everyone should listen to) I set out to find out as much about him as possible. After hearing "Love Song," it was pretty much over.
Rather than a typical Canto/Chinese pop (read: terrible) artist, he's really just an incredibly talented R&B singer who sings in Chinese. (Even though he's from HK, he sings in Mandarin because he says it's prettier- ha!) It's not that I don't appreciate pretty boys, as anyone who knows me can attest to, but I find people with something to say a lot more interesting.
Confession: I watch this video almost everyday. Is that creepy?
人间的青草地 需要浇水 内心的花园就不会枯萎 把最甜最好的滋味 散播到东南西北
I mean, with lyrics like that (Khalil discusses them in English during the interview), how could anyone resist? Or “忘了美丽,” which has truly heartbreaking lyrics, or at the end of “十九八七...” where he goes, “爱的是你我爱的是你，你却说要离开你别说要离开”
I'm should stop writing before I embarass myself even further.
Okay. Um. I'm going to watch yesterday's episode of Weeds now. And maybe that interview... one more time.
Veronica, you bitch! Eat ebola...
