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(and maybe there's a god above
but all i ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you) archive
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Posted on: Sunday, August 2, 2009
Posted at: 11:33 AM My father, as usual, is listening to Korean music downstairs. ...Probably Chinese and Jap and Canto and Hokkien in the mix too, I don't think he really cares xD He's just in it for the music, like me. And well, when I say I'm heavily exposed to different genres of songs, I'm not lying. Today I've already listened to Stabilo (no idea what the hell that genre is), screamo/techno (BotDF...), Country, for god's sake, (Toby Keith! :D), and later on I'll probably listen to some rock, some indie, some of The Cab, and I don't know what category that fits in either. But right now I'm listening to Korean. The music's stopped playing, or at least I can't hear it anymore, which is a huge shame. I've always loved that song. It was the theme song to...oh, what was it now? A famous fable. Chinese or Korean, I can't remember now. But it was a famous famous story adapted into a Korean drama, oh god what was it's name? It had a C in it. I'm fairly certain. Whatever. The theme song was a classic, I swear I love it to smithereens. And I saw said drama a few years ago and it was fantastic, although I've all but forgotten it now. _________________________________________________________________ Two nights ago, at dinner, somehow the topic of conversation was about languages. Mom said she loved Chinese, Papa wanted to learn German (so he could understand Mercedes-Benz manuals... XD), and I wanted to learn Korean and French. Somehow, we ended up talking about what language God would speak. 'The language of love,' I said melodramatically. Then, after a moment's pause: '...So it's Italian.' 'looks like we better learn a lot of languages, then, just to be safe' 'What language does Satan speak?' 'The worst-sounding language in the world,' I said. I probably would've suggested Chinese, but then Papa said, 'Hokkien!' and we were like, 'lolwhut.' And then he impersonated Hokkien Satan, barking out incomprehensible orders in the dialact and I lol'd very very hard, because I'm a sucker for Hokkien. Even though I don't understand it. 'And the worst thing is, I can actually imagine Satan like that,' I said. It was a MAGICAL MOMENT :'D
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