Note: I actually found this song extremely hilarious and lyrically absurd concerning its premise. I especially loved the part when he asked his mom for a Pepsi to no avail. Still, it does provide some odd form of social commentary, as viewed by a teenager growing up I guess.
I am kind of glad to know that I’ve got a somewhat New Yorkish-tinge in my conversational English accent. Admitably though, I remember quite a long time ago during my tertiary years that an Australian lady actually approached my friend and I as to our country of origin, seeing that she had a hard time pinning our accent. She actually said that my friend and I had a very “clean” and “different” accent from what’s she’s accustomed to listening to from students that came from my country of origin.
Though indeed wasn’t anything very notable but still, it was a very interesting encounter to say the least. Simply because it was hard for them to actually stereotype us based on our conversational English.
Ah…
Come to think of it, this all reminds me of this website, Overhead in New York, to which I should pay a visit to practice the local New Yorker slangs.
For 27 years I’ve been trying to believe and confide in.
Different people I’ve found.
Some of them got closer then others.
And someone wouldn’t even bother and then you came around.
I didn’t really know what to call you, you didn’t know me at all.
But I was happy to explain.
I never really knew how to move you.
So I tried to intrude through the little holes in your veins.
And I saw you.
But that’s not an invitation.
That’s all I get.
If this is communication.
I disconnect.
I’ve seen you, I know you.
But I don’t know.
How to connect, so I disconnect.
You always seem to know where to find me and I’m still here behind you.
In the corner of your eye.
I’ll never really learn how to love you.
But I know that I love you through the hole in the sky.
Where I see you.
And that’s not an invitation.
That’s all I get.
If this is communication.
I disconnect.
I’ve seen you, I know you.
But I don’t know.
How to connect, so I disconnect.
Well this is an invitation.
It’s not a threat.
If you want communication.
That’s what you get.
I’m talking and talking.
But I don’t know.
How to connect.
And I hold a record for being patient.
With your kind of hesitation.
I need you, you want me.
But I don’t know.
How to connect, so I disconnect
I disconnect
Who are the hardest hit victims of this catastrophe?
The dolphins of course!
I mean, the international link for the South-East Asia region has been damaged so badly that I’m certain that all the major teleco’s have already started to mobilize their army of dolphins in a massive effort in ’smashing’ the damaged cables back into place.
As one can observe from the current theme on my blog here, it can only mean one thing…
Santa Claus is coming to town!
And man, does he look ready to dish out some ‘joy’.
Santa posing for the camera before beginning his gift giving OP in the more ‘unfriendly’ OPFOR nations.
Don’t worry folks, the Heckler & Koch MP5A2 (as evidenced by the fixed butt stock and Navy trigger group) he carries should be more than sufficient enough in taking out any hostiles that might, regretfully, decide to engage him. Plus, I must applaud Santa’s smart choice of weaponry, seeing that he does technically operate within a CQB environment, with chimneys, rooms and all.