Labels: Song Of The Moment
"Why is it okay for two girls to go to the toilet together but weird whenever two guys go to the toilet together?"
"Don't be gay. Go to the toilet yourself." is what they all will answer.
And then they'll start questioning your sexuality. Bullshit.
I used to be so scared of going to the toilet alone because of ghost stories that my friend would talk to me about.
She told me not to look up the ceiling when you're in the toilet because for all you know, "something" is up there. It spooked me.. for a while. And I'd always ask someone to accompany me to the toilet.
But this is not about me and my insecurities about going to the toilet alone. It's about gays and their stereotypes.
Fuck the society for brainwashing all of our mindsets into thinking that way.
In fact, society brought me up in such a way that if you're gay, your life is over. The humiliation and the insults that you'd have to put up with are sometimes too much to handle.
It's almost they created an instruction manual for gays.
1. Gays are not allowed to adopt a baby.
Because since straight couples raise straight babies, gay couples will raise a gay baby.
2. If you're gay, you're going to hell.
Look it up in the religions that we believe in.
3. You can't get married if you're gay.
Until now, only a few states around the world legalize gay marriages.
4. Gays are not allowed to donate blood.
This was the most ridiculous reason I found on the net. What? Because they have a gay blood and by taking their blood, you'll turn gay too?
5. If you're gay, you're not allowed to take up leadership roles in the army.
In fact, they segregate and put you in one corner like as if you have some kind of an incurable disease or something. Because they think gays are not as capable as straight people out there.
And the list goes on and on.
Honestly, I don't see anything wrong with two guys or ladies to fall in love with each other.
Why deny the right to love? Everyone deserves to love and be loved whether they're gay, straight or confused.
Stop being a busybody. It's their life. Who are you to deny them of their rights? If it disturbs you, there's absolutely no need to make a comment or whatsoever. Keep it to yourselves.
Gay marriages should be legalized everywhere because it's a way of showing off to everyone that the love between them is real and for other reasons the same as heterosexual couples.
Denying them the right to marry is like denying them the right to love. Take the first step and accept them into your lives because trust me, they're not leaving anytime soon.
Labels: 30 Days Of Truth
Here's hoping that this song gets to number one next week!
Labels: Song Of The Moment
I love to read. A lot.
Heading to the nearest community library after school ended every single day seemed to be a normal routine for me. I'd call it my third home; Used to be one of my favourite hangout spots and I'd drown myself into the world of books. As I move from shelf to shelf from section to section, I'd get tiny butterflies in my stomach excitedly thinking of the next book I'd be reading.
"Will it be a fiction or a non-fiction book this time round?" as I'd always ask myself. But I'd always end up choosing books that were leaning more to the Fantasy genre, most especially when it's about magic or about the other realm.
I don't quite get those 'drama-teen-love-relationships-esque' type of books. I've always thought that books are supposed to take your mind off to somewhere, you know? Like to a place that only you knew about. The kind of books that doesn't remind you what a torture it was like being in school.
But lately, I've been occupying my time by reading books related to relationships and also about life. Ironic, isn't it? I guess these genres got interesting as I grew older.
The most recent book that I've finished reading (a few months ago) would probably be a love novel by James Patterson entitled 'Sundays At Tiffany's', which I've been raving about on my Twitter.
In a nutshell, 'Sundays At Tiffany's' follows the life of lonely little girl Jane, the only daughter of a very busy businesswoman. Lucky for her, she has Michael, her very own imaginary friend that no one else knows about except for her and who tags along with her everywhere she goes. Jane eventually becomes highly dependent on Michael only to be disappointed when Michael tells her that he has to leave on her 10th Birthday. Jane eventually moves on with her life, has a very popular celebrity as her fiancee, a successful theatre play production and almost seemed like she had the perfect life ever until Michael reappeared back into Jane's life, whom Jane unmistakably thought that he was a stalker who knew too much about her life. She was eventually convinced that the stalker was her once imaginary friend and both of them ends up falling in love with each other as soulmates. But she begins to question whether Michael will leave from her life once it's past her birthday.And guess my excitement when I found out that the book was to be adapted into a movie! One of my favourite books.. in a movie! Having just watched the movie, which starred Alyssa Milano (one of my favourite on-screen actresses) as the lead female character and Eric Winter. The movie cut out a lot of exciting parts in the movie so a fan like me kinda made me feel cheated 'cos the movie passed by extremely quickly.
Reading the book and watching the movie reminds me of an imaginary friend that I had back when I was younger. Thinking about it right now is just too weird for me to comprehend. Vaguely, all I could remember was that the both of us would play toy figurines with each other.. sometimes going to the playground, where we'd be playing catching and going on the swing with each other.. laughing and just having loads of fun and when I was scared of the dark, he'd tell me not to be afraid as he'd be looking out for me late at night. And even when I got tired of waiting for someone to pick me up from school, he'd bring me back home safely. He was always there for me, no matter what ad that's all I needed to know.
And then he just disappeared from my life, like as if he never existed at all. Until now, I just don't know what happened. I got angry at some point and sometimes just sad. I just didn't see him anymore. I couldn't be dependent on him anymore. But as I think about all of it right now..
If one day he were to ever reappear in my life, I wouldn't know how to react. Mixed feelings, I guess. But I'll definitely have a lot of unanswered questions that I'd like to ask though.
But I guess I will just leave it at that for now. Thinking more and more about it just makes my head spin. And if i delve more into it, I think you guys might think I'm crazy, which I'm not by the way.
Labels: Music Monday
Labels: Song Of The Moment
Labels: Victoria Beckham
"Aren't you Amira's Brother?" is probably the question I hated hearing from other people. (You'd be surprised, even in NS, i still get that a lot.)
All my life I've been in the same school with my sister. You see, we went to the same kindergarten as each other. Then, it was primary school and secondary school thereafter.
It gets irritating to be known as "Amira's Brother" throughout my life. Just my luck to have a very popular sister that I ended up living in her shadow most of the time.
Actually, I quite envy my sister a lot.
My sister was a councillor back in secondary school. And as much as I tell everyone I do not care, actually I do. In fact, I had very much wanted to be a councillor too just so that I could be of the same status as her.
My sister had millions of secret admirers back in secondary school. I had zilch.
My sister had millions of friends everywhere she went. And me? I could barely count the number of friends I had using my fingers.
My sister was one of the coolest back then. I was nowhere near that. She'd be going out with her friends almost every single day. And as for me? I'd go back home to play my computer games and for me, going out was a once in a blue moon kinda thing.
I guess she was quite embarrassed by me. Back in Secondary One, I didn't have that many friends and recess was one of the longest periods ever. So I'd always look for her because I had no one else, only to be shunned by her friends who'd be shouting at me, "Don't be a loser Amirul! Go and make new friends! Just go away!" What a bitch.
And every single time she went out with her friends, my parents would force me to go along with her otherwise she wouldn't be able to go out. Even I got irritated with that, it can get very frustrating, really.
For 22 years now, my sister has tolerated with my childish behaviour. There are times when we'd just scream and shout and slam each other's door and even say hurtful words to each other. We'd have our constant bouts of "I HATE YOU" at that point of time, fighting about even the slightest bits of things and even wage blog wars with each other. Hilarious, come to think about it right now.
And right now, we share the same group of friends. Weird, but true. I don't even know how I coped with that. It's like her friends became my friends and all of a sudden, I have 3 new sisters. That kind of thing.
But my sister is one of the most amazing people in my life, despite all the bullshit we've been through during our teen years.
She is one hell of an amazing friend. But if you piss her off, too bad for you. She treats each and every one of her best friends like family and I'm sure given the circumstances, she'd choose her friends over her boyfriend.
She can be the biggest blonde at times. But that's what makes her Amira. It's what defines her and it does provide us some comic relief actually. Like just last night, she confused Butterfactory with Butter Club. Haha!
We've been there for each other during our hardest times, whether she decides to talk about it or not.
And now, she's also my personal ATM Machine. Ever since she got herself a stable job, she's been treating me non-stop. I'm not complaining though!
Of course, Amira may be your friend, bestfriend or even your girlfriend, but please know that I'll always be her one ad one beloved brother and nothing's gonna change that fact.
I wished I was there to celebrate her 22nd birthday with her last night but given the circumstances that I am in right now, it's tough. We're having this long distance family relationship kinda thing. But at least I got to video call her last night along with the other girls.
I got called superficial the other day, as I was professing my love for my own shoes.
Here's what I said exactly, "Back in Singapore, I had 7 different shoes to choose from when going out every single day. Now that I'm here, I only have one option to choose from every single day; My Black Boots."
How is that being superficial?
I love shoes. That's that. But wearing the same shoe every single day can get a little boring, don't you think so?
I like options. And I don't like to be stuck on one option and could probably be the reason why I'm still single right now. Committing to one is quite a hard thing to do, so unless you're ready to face the same person every single day, every single hour for the rest of your lives. The thought of it is enough to scare me.
If I ever have a partner of my own, I'd have to spend my money on her, buy her stuff and make her happy. I'm not exactly ready for that. Why make others happy when I can make myself happy? I'm selfish like that. Can a girlfriend make me happy right now? I'm not sure. But can buying shoes make me happy? Most definitely yes.
What I'm trying to say is, Sure, a girlfriend could fill up that empty void in my heart right now but could I live without her? Most definitely yes (at the moment, that is.)
I'm just not ready... yet.
Labels: 30 Days Of Truth
I could remember it like it was just yesterday: The Day I lost my MacBook. It was quite late at night and I had just completed a project meeting in school and was rushing to catch the last train back home.
You see, had I missed the last train home, I'd end up paying $26 (or probably more considering the fact that I stay in the East) for a taxi ride home. The taxi fare was quite ridiculous! So expensive! And being a broke teenager, I'd try my best to avoid taking a cab home.
I hug my macbook everywhere I go, mainly because I couldn't fit it into my small bag, which by the way, was full of my notes and books.
When I got on the train, I just knocked out instantly, like as if someone took a brick and knocked me unconscious and there I was, oblivious to the surroundings.
As always, I'd miss my train stop. And I'd be panicking, rushing out of the train at Pasir Ris only to realise that I have to take the same train to head back to Tampines.
But this time it was different. I panicked and ran out of the train and took a seat at one of the seats available on the platform. I was still in a fuzzy state and it took me a few minutes later before I actually realised that I was missing something in my hand.
That was it. My life was over. There goes my completed assignments that I spent the entire evening on. My designs for my various assignments were in it! I knew my group mates were gonna kill me the next day and might not probably buy my story when I told them that I left my macbook on the train. Because had this happened to my other friend and if he or she told me about it, I'd just tell him/her to stop bullshitting.
My mind was hysterical. It was close to 11pm. "God, why did you do this to me?", I asked. I couldn't breathe. So I went to the control station and reported my missing macbook.
"Boy, you need to calm down." said one of the makciks, who was working for SMRT.
Then she pulled out a familiar looking laptop sleeve and she said, "I believe this is yours. But I need you to confirm that this is yours. Tell me what is inside the laptop case?"
"My notes. Some of my designs that I've just printed out."
True enough, she finally believed it was mine.
"I owe you my life." I said to her.
And what she did next, I was just shocked.
"Before you leave, you must fill up this customer feedback form and write a good review about me."
Ridiculous but yes, I did it. I'll do anything just to get my macbook back. And from then on, I got myself a bigger bag so that I could stuff my macbook inside it and saved me the hassle of hugging it everywhere I go and risking losing it again.
Labels: 30 Days Of Truth
I do not believe in heroes. Or at least not anymore.
Labels: 30 Days Of Truth
Dear Michelle Branch,
I've been a huge fan of your music back when I was 13-years-old and there I was, tuning in to my favourite local radio station late at night and that's when 'Everywhere' would come on and start playing at every single hour.
Because of you, I was quite motivated to pick up some guitar lessons. Funny how I could remember that you were on TRL (I'd rush back home just to watch that on MTV) many years back and there you were teaching the viewers the chords for your song, 'Everywhere'. What an inspiration. Really.
Because of you, I sacrificed my lunch money for the whole week just so that I could purchase your sophomore album, 'Hotel Paper', which was pretty kick-ass by the way. And that CD was always in my discman, which accompanied me to school every single day. It was worth every single dollar because sure lunch would have gotten me through the day but your music got me through the hardest phases of my life.
You were there for me when I was crying myself to sleep because of some stupid problems in school.
You were there for me when I flunked my maths test.
You were there for me whenever I was lonely and needed someone to accompany me in between lessons.
You were there for me when I was going through all of the teen angst.
You were there for me when I lost a few friends.
You know how it is.. when you listen to a song and all of a sudden you are transported back to that moment in time when you first heard that song.. or when you had it on repeat because you were going through something hard in life?I had 'All You Wanted' on repeat mode when I was ostracized from my group of friends in school. You see right through me. Because all I ever wanted was somebody who cares.
I shared 'I'll Always Be Right There' with a best friend of mine, who at that point of time was leaving Singapore for a few weeks to go for an overseas holiday. It's a great song about friendship. Because I wanted him to know that he could depend on me no matter the distance.
When I was extremely stressed with school projects and assignments, you just told me to 'Breathe' and everything will be alright. I don't know how you did it, but you did it.
And if you've ever wondered where I got the inspiration for the blog name FUNKY-FLAIR, it's actually from your song called 'Washing Machine' that as ironic as it may sound.. is not a song about Washing Machines but about a crush of yours that you wish to tell your feelings to. But I'd assume that you knew that considering it is your song after all. "Your eyes they look so bright, a Funky-Flair in my appetite..."
Then you had another grammy-nominated country duo, The Wreckers, who released a country album, which I very much loved too but couldn't buy because it was darn expensive but my lovely sister bought it for me nevertheless.
You got married, had kids and are now working your third studio album. Honestly, I can't wait to hear new material from you (considering that it will be more of a pop-rock record as opposed to a Country record) and how it'd be a part of my life over the next few years just like how your previous albums were. Never stop making music, please.
P.s You make female guitarists extremely sexy.
- The music video is approximately 7 minutes long.
- It has a not so short introduction, in which Lady Gaga gives birth to a new race.
- The actual music video starts somewhere around 2:34.
- Lady Gaga looks ridiculously skinny in the music video.
- The song is amazing in its own right.
- Whether you're lebanese, black, white or orient, you'll love the video.
- She loves to whip her hair back and forth.
- The dancing choreography kinda looks fun.
- It's quite obvious she's inspired by the whole Mugler look.
- She needs to stop promoting Satanism. (ie. Devil Horns etc)
- The video is quite scary at some parts. So don't watch it when you're alone.
- Other than that, all's good with me.
Labels: Song Of The Moment