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Meme 4 2day~
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I’ve assessed the situation—turns out I’m on the far right of the x-axis.
Do I need new friends?
Just wanna be escorted on a Harley like Mandy!
Never change.
卡奇社's 遊園驚夢 has been played 14 times.
PLAY: Carrchy // “Dream in Garden”

Despite being categorized by Chinese and Taiwanese fans as indie electronica, this twee band screams nothing else but high class, super-duper-über-Asian C-pop.
Fact: any song with injections of Beijing opera, erhu screeches, or something else off-kilter enough to distract from the diabetic sugar beats is considered “alt” over there.
Really keeping the culture legit, guys.
This photo created some recent (and inelegantly argued) controversy on Tumblr. But let’s stop the intellectualizing and realize that the most important feature of this snapshot is how this gaggle of Sailor Moons look exactly like a badass J-rock mafia coming to stomp on our guitars in their kneesocks. Konnichiwaaa!
Three 6 Mafia uncovered in Alice in Wonderland via Eva
Best LMFAO moment: 0:40.
ThuGz 4 LyFe~~~
Everything’s pretty kosher until the last entry. But hey. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
I mean… the concept seems kitschy enough to appeal to this nostalgic generation. But her lips are still going to fall off, AM I NOT RIGHT?
The Lolita Syndrome isn’t and will never be a mainstream concept. It doesn’t matter how Liberal (and yes, Liberal with a Capital “L”) modern society gets; pedophilia, or any kind of age-inappropriate love, will never get less weird, not even if it turns into a fetish Paris Hilton tries to popularize. And, after almost a decade, native French speakers probably still cringe when listening to this song, what with Alizée basically crooning, “It’s not my mistake, and if I want to quit, I see the others all ready to throw themselves upon me,” simultaneously flaunting her training bra in a Moulin Rouge-y night club.
Which brings me to my point—why, then, is EVERY SINGLE COPY OF LOLITA CHECKED OUT AT THE TWELVE LIBRARIES ON CAMPUS? There are legitimate uses of this book to be made, improbably self-important and asinine papers to be written, yet there is a significant minority of people jerking off right now to Vladimir.
Nololita: the apocalypse we’ve all been waiting for.
Time Magazine, why you gotta be so BOSS? Apparently, the key to preventing our sense of civilization from crumbling away in front of our eyes is avoiding Williamsburg, New York at all costs. Sweet.
This movement has infiltrated every aspect of my life. I also maybe frown upon said über-meme because I realize I could be called a mild hypocrite, what with my relationship with plaid? But the dark (or more aptly, neon-shaded) side hasn’t penetrated my soul successfully (probably). According to Robert Lanham, I haven’t fallen into the PBR trap just yet because the facts that “you graduated from a liberal arts school whose football team hasn’t won a game since the Reagan administration” and “you have one Republican friend who you always describe as being your ‘one Republican friend” don’t apply to me.
Oh, wait.
A graphic composed by Global Health from data collected by Unicef’s Childinfo. Apparently, 90% of women in Jordan believe it’s justified when their husbands beat them “under certain circumstances.”
Don’t worry, we’ve all been there!
Don’t know which is better—the circa ’80s flashdance flashback or the out-of-touch male commentary.
New blogular addiction of the month: Disgrasian. If my Asian parents knew the kind of daughter that I’d grow up to be (i.e., not going to Chinese school at age 12, not going to med school at age 22), they might have considered blasting that little zygote to pieces just to avoid the headache of having a Disgrasian as a child. No hard feelings though, Rents. Just give me some cash to tape up my future box of a shelter, and consider everything else water under the bridge.