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Confessions of a closet techno junkie
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Recently i had high-tea ( i'm not loaded okay , so its like an annual event ) at the Ritz-carlton with Ju , Rosie and a couple of her ( Rosie's) cronies.
Apart from the lavish spread that filled me up as quickly as it emptied my wallet , i was bored to tears listening to their cronies talk while Ju desperately tried to make conversation with me above the inane topics the RGS ladies were talking about ( Like higher chinese , triple science and get this , FRENCH! )
Despite the fact that Rosie was formerly from RGS , she was never , in my eyes , a pompous person , unlike her so-called friends ( who insisted on taggin along with her without official invitation. damn ) .
So this girl , lets just call her Grass ( just some random stupid name lah. nothing to do with her whatsoever ) noticed that i was stuffing the delectable chocolate rum truffles into my mouth and she had to interrupt my bliss.
"Hey.. Urm. Fiona ?"
I answered her with half-mashed truffles in my mouth. I couldn't be bothered with etiquette.
"What?"
"So , what kind of music do you listen to ?"
WHAT THE HELL!? She stopped me from my chocolate rum truffles just to ask me such a stupid question ???? Obviously she was just trying to be friendly but c'mon. Not when i'm eating right. But i betrayed my conscience and smiled weakly
"Eh.. I don't know. Maybe R&B and alternative ?"
She nodded thoughtfully and i thought i could carry on with my greediness but hell no.
"I like r&b too but i'm not too sure about the alternative part. i'm more into jazz and techno...."
I looked up at her in awe. Techno ?! I grinned at her. Maybe we do have something in common after all , despite the very different upbringing
"Hey ! I like techno too ! I'm so into Groove coverage , man !"
Her upper lip immediately curled up into a scowl , almost snarl-like and her left eyebrow raised into almost a right angle.
"I mean techno as in techno-classical. Like as in ,Vanessa Mae . Oh my god , you didn't think i'm referring to techno as in those ah lian ah beng techno right ?"
She smiled regretfully , with heavy overtones of disdain.
I wanted to impale her with my fork so much that i had to clutch it tightly. Who is she to insult techno ?! Bitch.
"Don't stereotype listeners of techno okay.. Do i even look lian to you ?"
She shrugged and i thought i heard her mutter "maybe" under her smelly sock breath.
She poked at her slice of cake listlessly , almost afraid to look at me since i was sort of glaring at her.
I guess Rosie must have overhead the conversation and felt the tension between us so she started yakking away at some irrelevant topic.
argh.
Just because you take 10 subjects in school and ace every damned thing doesn't make you a better person so don't give me that holier-than-thou attitude.
Needless to say , she sucessfully ruined my appetite.
Next time , if i ever see her again , i'll use a piece of sticky tape to stick the hem of her skirt up to her waist and let everybody see the granny-nanny-baggy-baggy beige panties that i'm sure she wears since she's obviously tied in a dead knot to her mother's apron strings. ( and as we all know mothers always buy those kinda undies for their little girls. well , at least i've never heard of moms buying thongs for their daughters anyway )
I don't give two hoots about what the other may perceive of techno/eurodance.
Noisy ?
Ah beng ah lian ?
un-class ?
For one thing , anything that your aural senses dislikes , it classifies them as noise.
Likewise , someone who is into Green Day may find Lisa Ono a strain on the ears.
and vice versa.
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random picture of the day
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mooning in progress
secretly snapped pic of my butt ( what else !? ) . No , the black strap is not some kind of bungee jumping equipment , contrary to popular belief , but my bag. I think i was leaning over a glass partition which is why my top looks so darn short. Photo courtesy of Aaron the lousy amateur photographer.
Listening to : The beatles - Hey jude
