off my chest (.)(.)

I have had such strong opinions on Hong Kong's media for so long now.

And I really want to get this off my chest. 

I wanted to make a video of it but I still have yet to get my thoughts straight.

This might not be the most articulate blog you've read but it doesn't mean I don't have a point.

I will try to make a video out of this soon.

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It's how the Hong Kong media obsesses over breasts, cleavages and sexiness.
This isn't the main problem.

The main problem is that
they assume and expect every single female in the entertainment industry
 to willingly accept being thrown a low cut V neck cocktail dress

and be like
"Yes, I'll wear that."
or
"Yes, that is exactly how I want to be portrayed."


They say a full chest and a skinny waist brings out the femininity.
They say that's what people want to see.

Hell, I don't mind trying to be hot once in awhile.
But with the attitude and motives they come across with,
I can't help but feel cheap and uncomfortable.

No personal style is required.
They give you that specific outfit not because
they want to see a healthy physic
nor is it because you have a unique style.

They want you to lean forward just a little bit more.
They want you to sit up straight and push out your chest just a tiny bit more.
They want to pull your skirt up your thigh just an inch more,
show some leg, show some cleavage.


Nothing feels natural, everything feels forced.

shout to all my lost boys ... & girls

I will soon talk about the movie "The Impossible", "Hook"

and my theory on why "natural disasters" occur.

Oh, and I currently have a stye. 

The ultimate sexy. 

Model must have. 

Yay.

See you all soon.

x

[A]

BANGARANG.

Dual Opposite

My photography/video lecturer didn't care too much for this. Clearly I must've misunderstood his concept while he was in another country while another lecturer had to substitute and paraphrase (somewhat incorrectly) the goal of the project. 

"Dual Opposite"


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Oh, hey there.
You must be wondering what I'm doing.
Well, if you aren't. I'm still gonna tell you.
Because life is all about hearing, telling, reading, doing
lots of stuff you won't or even thought of doing.
I'm just warming things up so you're prepared.
Don't thank me. 

I'm in my room after 8 hours of mind blowing-ly boring classes.
No offense to the lecturers, you are all dears but I mean COME ON NOW.
Maybe it's just me.

Where was I?
Oh yeah.
I'm in my room, in my chair typing this blog but before I was blogging which is probably the only productive thing I have done all day is trying to finish... ahem.. I mean.. start... my English Frankenstein thesis. Not fun I tell ya.

Normally, it'd be so eaaasssy for me to blurt out 1,000 words.
I was born a writer, currently a slacker but still I have J.K Rowling/Karin Slaughter in my blood.
Either of them could have been my mother in another life.
However I am convinced I am all new.
No past life, no history, no reincarnation here baby!

Wait.. where was I again?
AH! Yes, the thesis.
This is my opening sentence:
"Naturally when a child is born into the world, 
it begins life with innocent ignorance and requires constant care of a guiding hand to prepare it for the journey of life..."

First of all, I don't feel right calling a baby "it" but I just can't find the bother in typing "he/she".
I mean seriously.
Can you call a baby an "it" if the baby is fictional?
Or is there like an unspoken rule?


Bonus fact: I have a math exam tomorrow.
Who'd think a media student in University would still need to take a math class.
I know right?!
Not only have a math class but to partake in such suffering in the form of a paper exam.
I got this reminder from my math teacher (god bless her) :
"Please come prepared to the exam with at least a pen and ruler."

When a teacher needs to remind her students to bring a pen to an exam,
you know she's desperate yet dangerously optimistic.

I was and never will be prepared for mathematics.

Sworn enemy.
I have battled you through kindergarten to high school.
We meet again.

I am prepared to surrender.