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Step 1: List your ten favorite artists in any particular order. Do not scroll down and view the questions first.
Step 2: Answer the series of 20 questions which follow, using your list of 10 artists as the reference point.
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Name Your Ten Favorite Artists:

( In no particular order )

My little sister, riffandroll, turns 19 today! I stupidly thought that she was turning 20, which was kind of an epic fail on my part. WHAT KIND OF SISTER FORGETS HOW OLD HER SISTER IS? Sigh. Age is really catching up with me. But you can't really blame me. She is way more level-headed than I am. At 21, I'm still trying to get back on my feet but she's taking these large leaps, moving forward with so much more courage and strength than I'd ever had. My sister is phenomenal. I cannot even count the number of nights where we've stayed up late in our room, with the lights out and our faces lit up by our iPhones, and I would lie there and rant about the mess that is my life (or what I thought was a mess but compared to my room, it's nothing) and she would lie on her bed, patiently listening and letting me get it all out before presenting the most logical of solutions, like, DUH, if you're from Africa, why are you white?

Anyway, all that mumble-jumble to say, SHE'S 19 and she can't help it if we go shopping and everyone thinks she's the older sister, okay? Cut her some slack. She can't help my youthfulness oozing out from my pores. It's really not her fault.

Happy birthday, little sister. I hope you have the best year savoring the last of your teenage years. I hope you find most of the things you're looking for, but that you leave some undiscovered for the rest of your life to go unearth. I hope you know that I love you and I appreciate you being the stronger one when I can't cope. I hope you curb your shopping addiction. I hope you continue to be strong-willed and ridiculously stubborn and morally-grounded. It's sickening but it's a good thing. I hope you know that a broken nail isn't a sign of the Armageddon. I hope you get some boobs. They are pretty fun to have. I hope life throws you less lemons but if they hit you with an entire crate, I hope you know I'll be there setting up that lemonade booth with you, 'COS THAT'S HOW WE ROLL.



(So we saw a video that said to achieve the supermodel smile, you have to say "prune" instead of "cheese". Uh, I did not master it, but, as always, she did. Bitch.)

Last night's game damn hear KILLED me.

( My Hokkien ah beng side meets my English sailor-cussing side )

Okay I have never screamed so much at such a goal. The previous time I got so emotionally involved and excited was at the Champions League game against Chelsea. I was causing an earthquake on a micro-scale by all the jumping and howling that was going. I don't think people quite understand how much I HATE Manchester City. Like, WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING. I DETEST THEM. If I walked past their flag, I would SPIT ON IT. Or burn it. Or take a dump on it. They are a bunch of whiny assholes (Adebayor, Micah Richards, Robinho) and I have NO RESPECT for teams like Real Madrid and City who think money can buy them trophies. It disgusts me. Ugh, HATE IT.

To win against City is pretty much the best that could happen. Even if we don't win the league, this moment is good enough. City, money can buy you players but it can't but you a team.

(And all that Tevez rubbish. If he "respected the shirt" he wouldn't have joined City. That's all I'm saying. 17 other clubs in the league and you pick our rivals? And expect a warm reception at Old Trafford? PUH-LEEZE. I concede that you gave all you could at Old Trafford but don't act like you didn't commit the ultimate football faux-pas by going to the Dark Side.)

So we all know how much I've been anticipating (500) Days of Summer. I stupidly did the stupidest thing my stupid brain could ever think of. After a whole entire year of waiting, I read the spoilers for the movie yesterday. I damn near wanted to punch myself and upon the advice of amaelamin_, get myself pissed drunk so I could forget all of what I'd just read. But I know it now. It is embedded in my head. I AM AN IDIOT!!!! Sigh. My lovely fordarrjeeling sent me this video to comfort me and it would cheer me up if ALL OF YOU WATCHED IT! It will cheer you up too, PROMISE! :)

( I'm just sitting on the shelf. )

This layout change was probably the easiest one I've had to do since obtaining an LJ. I hardly edited it but I'm still unsure about the font. Too small? Too girly? I'm hoping the new layout will inspire me to blog more.

Either way, little entry to say I'm home, will be here for a little while, I'm not dead, I'm still jetlagged and I've done something about my layout. Peace out, homies.

There is no joy blogging from a gadget as small as this. But Dad says "Update your blog whenever you can so we can be updated too." My father no longer believes in traditional communication.

I'm going to the 4th of July Parade in Bristol tomorrow! Apparently the very first 4th of July Parade took place there so I shall be in a very historic place taking part in a historic event. I am actually really surprised by the high level of patriotism that this country displays! Slightly jealous, I guess because it's true -- this country has such a rich history and has so much to be proud of.

At grocery shopping yesterday, I bought PopTarts!!! Yay! :) This afternoon I watched 4 episodes of Hannah Montana on the Disney Channel! What's not to love in this country, eh?

I'm having a good time hanging out with Michelle and burdening her with the responsibility of taking me around and waking me up haha. I get exhausted very easily, I guess, and this sudden shift from Melbourne to Singapore to US is quite overwhelming and I've stopped dealing with overwhelming situations generally by sleeping but one cannot (and perhaps should not) do that on a vacation (or at all in life). I'm honestly having a lot of fun and I am constantly amazed that I'm lucky enough to travel and that I'M IN AMERICA! for crying out loud and that I'm surrounded by people I love and truly miss. But there exists this part of me -- a kind of subconscious that reminds me that I'm tired, this is tiring, living is tiring and I can't cope. Which is untrue because look, I'm still alive! But it's somewhat difficult and I'm not sure it should be. Either way, please believe me when I say that I love the sense of adventure one gets on vacation! Today Michelle and I even trekked unknown woods where we discovered a swamp! I'm excited about going back to NYC and seeing everything that I didn't get to the last time. I'm excited about 4th of July tomorrow yay!!!!

So there, parentals, there's an update for you! I miss you both and the siblings, of course and tell Diane that drinking more milk and putting on weight will give her more ample bosoms.

Love, Me
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WOOHOO!!! LJing FROM NYC! I'll make it quick because it's 3AM and I'm kind of sleepy but I took a shower and my hair is wet and I don't have a hairdryer etc. so I'm on the Internet! And the hostel is screening Transformers hahaha. OPTIMUS PRIME AND BUMBLE BEE, I WOULD BREAK THE LAW AND MARRY YOU ROBOTS ANY DAY!

Friendly friends, New York City is...you got it, AWESOME! I love it. It was quite honestly love at first sight. I don't think I've ever felt that way about a human being before so when I got off at Grand Central and saw Conan's face, I was OVERJOYED. NYC IS SO SO SO NICE. I want to live here. FAMILY! Let's MOVE!

I've seen a lot of things and I got over my jetlag pretty quickly (all those years of late-night sleeping paid off) and everything is just incredible. The US of A overwhelms me. On the way from Narita to JFK, we were flying over land for the most part of it. It's MASSIVE!!! Conan says hi to y'all and he's been a great tourguide and doesn't have a pretentious American accent at all, one of the great things I love about him. He can live here and speak the way he normally does. And then, on the other side of the scale, there are people who live here, adopt an accent and then go back home and continue using it as if they are bloody American. Conan knows how to keep it real. So plenty of "wah laus" have been uttered in the past few days.

Being overseas and cut off from the Internet is a little strange though. I feel like I'm out of touch from the real world. News isn't really news just yet. All the deaths that have taken place since I've left (MJ, Fawcett and Cronkite) seem so far away from me. I bought the New York Times today and sat down at McDonald's to read but it still didn't hit me. Why is this?

Sad things aside, friends, I LOVE THE USA!!!!!! And Americans are GREAT. I cannot understand why people pay out Americans and American culture so much. It's so colorful and diverse. And I still wish I were black so I can talk like Queen Latifah.

Rhode Island tomorrow night! YIPPEEE!!!!!!!!!

I wish I had my own private jet to fly around and visit all the people I want to at any time I please. But I do not have that privilege. I guess the next best thing is to visit some of my favorite people by commercial jet. Heading off to a land that is home to this man tonight. You didn't think I was over it, did you?







Take care and see y'all when I do.