semicolonseas

To those who know me in real life...

I apologise if my recent behaviour has offended anyone. I realise that I may have come across as a bitch, for I have been extremely irritated this whole past week. At first I thought I was sleep deprived, but even when I slept more I was still the same. I thought it might have been pressure from college apps, but it seemed unlikely because I was already too irritated to even think about them.

I only just found out that there are side effects to my clarithromycin tablets, which include anxiety and extreme irritability. I guess now I know why I’ve been so down lately.

Just came back from the Thirty Seconds to Mars concert at the Hollywood Bowl. Phenomenal show…they sound amazing live and they were inspiring, as always. New Politics and Panic! at the Disco (who played old songs like “Mona Lisa,” “Let’s Kill Tonight,” and “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies” as well as their new songs) opened for them, ahhhhhh!

And at one point of the show, Jared Leto came down from the stage and sang a few songs from the back of the Bowl, around where we were sitting. I was less than fifteen feet away from him. *_*

Overall a phenomenal night. Can’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Here’s a shout out to semicolonseas for getting me to go to the concert with her. Thanks <3 

First "Shanghai" Experience

I never knew that the bus stop at which my school’s late bus drops us off is one of the top ten pickpocket hotspots in Shanghai, until my mom told me just now.

So I was listening to music on my white iPhone 4, which was in my pant pocket, when all of a sudden, someone pushed me from the back so hard that I almost toppled over (partially because I had my heavy computer in there).
My first instinct was, “Oh, shit, someone’s trying to open my bag.”
I swung my bag to my side and found that all my zippers were closed.
Some random Ukrainian-looking woman carrying a baby squeezed past me in a hurry.
I glared at her, assuming she pushed me, and continued walking.

Two steps later I realised that my music had stopped.
“Oh shit.”
I looked down and realised that my earphones were just dangling there from my ears.

MY PHONE WAS GONE.
(HOLY SHIT, WHAT SKILL!)

Well I ran after that foreigner carrying what looked like a baby.
I said in Chinese, “Why did you just push me?”
She looked at me blankly.
I repeated it in English.
Still no response.
I went back to using Chinese.
“Why did you do that? Why did you take my phone?”
I made the “phone” hand gesture and held it to my ear.
She took our her own phone, saying (in broken) Chinese, “This is my phone.” And then, “I didn’t take your phone. You can search me.”
Very suspiciously confident, so I knew she probably already gave my phone to someone else, if she did take it. I still searched her anyway. To no avail.

Exasperated, I turned around, seeing if I dropped it on accident. The foreigner walked on. A Chinese lady nearby yelled, “It was that woman!”
Well, I was frantic, so I turned around again to look for the foreigner, but as I took the first step, I realised, “WAIT. THAT CHINESE LADY IS SUSPICIOUS TOO. MAYBE SHE HAS IT.”
But I found myself confronting the foreigner again.

“I really don’t have it! Look! You can search me again!”
She opened up her bag, and it was filled with random food.
Suspicious yet again. She had another foreigner companion with her, and there was also a Chinese lady with her that hadn’t been following her earlier. I couldn’t tell if she was the same person who yelled at me earlier. 

Well, at least I’m safe. And at least I still have my laptop. Which has all my college application stuff. Due in two to three days.

Goodness. I had asked my mom earlier today if I could take the taxi home from school an hour early instead. She says taxis are great potential for kidnap, rape, and/or murder. I guess losing my iPhone is much better than losing my life. >.<

APPARENTLY, THIEVES IN SHANGHAI ARE SO WELL-TRAINED THAT THEY CAN RECOGNISE WHAT DEVICE YOU’RE USING JUST BY LOOKING AT YOUR EARPHONES FROM AFAR. THEY WERE ALSO ABLE TO UNPLUG MY MUSIC WITHOUT ME REALISING SOON ENOUGH. AND I REALISED VERY SOON, IN MY OPINION. SHANGHAI’S THIEVES TRAVEL IN PACKS. MY MOM SUGGESTS THERE WAS MORE THAN ONE WHERE I WAS ROBBED, WHILE I WAS BEING ROBBED. SHE EVEN SUGGESTS THAT I WAS ROBBED BY TWO TEAMS. I HAVE NO IDEA.

I used to have an imaginary bird named “Piki”. When my mom would make pancakes, small drops of the batter would drip onto empty parts of the pan, and I’d set out these miniature pancakes on the side of my plate for Piki to eat. It’s not strange that I had forgotten about Piki—what’s strange is that my brother reminded me. =.=

Rainbows in Greyscale

Nothing can be truly colourless, for the word “colourless” itself already contains its negation. It is all relative. In order for an idea to be truly “colourless”, it cannot take such a name—the word “colour” shouldn’t be in the language in the first place: the mere concept of “colour” should be abolished. Therefore, if a culture did not acknowledge or distinguish colours, everything would be “colourless” because it lacks the concept of colour to begin with.

My day today involved a lot of questioning.

First of all I had to interview an AP English teacher about lyrics and poetry, for a school magazine article.

Then my friends and I played a story-telling variation of a board game called “Mastermind”, in which players solve a mystery by asking yes-or-no questions.

Also, during both my Biology and History exams today I kept falling asleep, so every time I woke up to resume the tests, I had to question myself what I had been writing and try to make sense of what I’d last written, hoping the freshest bits of ink weren’t gibberish.

Maybe I should end my day with a profound question of sorts. What should I ask myself?

So my friend recommends MCR to me, and I look them up on YouTube, Tumblr, etc., and guess what I find?

Apparently the bassist cheated on his wife, and now the band’s fans are now raging like the fires of hell and threatening to quit the “MCRmy”. I don’t know much of the band yet, but I really don’t think that a band member’s personal life should that drastically affect how much the public enjoys the band’s MUSIC.

(I’m not saying people shouldn’t be feeling bad—I’m saying y'all are overreacting.)