I was born on April 1990 and that year was the start of the last decade before the second millennium and also the start of some significant events (like me being born for an example!).
This year was the start of many changes in the world. In music, economics, politics, technology and so on. I'll start with music. The new music of electronic dance music, teen pop, Eurodance and most importantly this was when hip hop and alternative rock became mainstream music. Also during this year The Rolling Stones first ever tour of Japan started, The Byrds reunited after 25 years, Pearl Jam play their first song as a band and the first and last police musical (I don't know how THAT works) 'Cop Rock' premiers on television.(And was a massive failure)
Songs released in 1990 > Madonna -'Vogue', Mariah Carey 'Vision of love' (Just how OLD is she?!), MC Hammer -'U can't touch this' (I love this song!!) and Sinéad O'Connor- 'Nothing compares 2 U'.
In television during 1990 'Mr.Bean' (can't get enough of that show) premiered on ITV, as well as the shows 'The Bradys' on CBS and 'Law and order'. The massively popular 'The Beverly Hills 90210' started.
Top TV shows in 1990 > 'Cheers', '60 Minutes', 'Roseanne', 'A different world', 'The Cosby Show'
When talking about political events and economy and stuff there were many wars that started in that year. Like 'The Persian Gulf War' or just 'Gulf War' on August 2nd that lasted till February 1991; the was between Kuwait (Saddam Hussein) and Iraq along with 30 other nations around the world. (USA was a major contributor until Iraq started creeping out the human rights officials.)
Also great news during that year; Nelson Mandela was released from prison on February 11th. Which was a world celebrated event as far as I know. I wasn't there so I'm not sure.
And since I'm an astronomy fan I'll also include about the Hubble Telescope! Which had it's first launch on April 24th! Two days after my birthday!! Yay!! But of course it had an error so had to have a servicing mission again in 1993.
Heard of the Grunge? It became the massively popular fashion in that time after the 80's started dying out. When dressing in grunge fashion you wear flannel shirts and other typical outdoor clothing, often from the thrift shops.
But since the 80s fashion still existed during that time seeing people dressed in neon or fluorescent colored clothing and spandex tights was common too. Retro styled clothes inspired by the 1920s and 1960s were popular during the start of the 1990s; which included men's cardigan sweaters and colorless polo shirts for girls and women, bell-bottoms and crochet shirts were from the 1960s inspired fashion. And we shouldn't forget about Madonna!! She inspired many women and young girls to dress like her, which she still does.
Anyone wondered about the history of navel piercings? Well belly-button piercings started out in the early 1990s and this led to midriff style shirts which lasted until and throughout 2000s.
Well I guess that's all for 1990. I never knew that Emma Watson(Hermione:Harry Potter) and Kristen Stewart(Bella:Twilight) were born in 1990 and in April too!!! 1990 April was time for greatness!!! And also Sean Kingston was born in 1990; love some of his songs.
There were some significant deaths too I think but I don't recognize any of them. huh..
And most important of all!!! Manga started getting popular in the early 1990s!! It was during this time that Manga, which came in Japanese was translated to English and started being distributed in the western world.
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Stress relief and reading manga
Main Entry: man·ga
Pronunciation: \ˈmäŋ-gə\
Function: noun
Etymology: Japanese, comic, cartoon, from man- involuntary, aimless + -ga picture
Date: circa 1951
: a Japanese comic book or graphic novel
When I first read my first manga I was 16 years old and was doing my ordinary level exams with my parents breathing down my back. I started reading it after I how popular it was. Many people have heard of 'Naruto', whether the manga version of it or it's anime version (animation of it) or both of it. In almost every manga or anime website Naruto will on the top of it and I wanted to know what was so big about it. And instantly I was hooked on it.
I guess looking back now I was probably looking for something to occupy my mind other than the huge amount of studies cramped in my mind and my mother who kept nagging at me to study,study and study.
I stayed up almost every night reading the manga and watching the anime of it and within two weeks I had read some 200 chapters of manga and watched one hundred something episodes of it.
And after I finished with Naruto I kept watching other anime and manga, and even today I keep looking for some new manga that will catch my interest because I've read almost every one of them out there. There are some really good ones. Creepy ghost stories like 'Ghost Hunt' or mind boggling stories like 'Death Note' that will keep the reader guessing whether the protagonist will get caught or not.
Reading always kept my mind off things, I had an obsession of reading books since I was younger and now it's focused towards manga. And also after reading them I found an interest in drawing too. There's so much to see in the manga, the techniques, story, drawing technique, the interactions of characters and in some of them, the blasting end of the story.
And now I can understand basic Japanese!!! If I get stranded in Japan by some very weird and impossible accident at least I know how to say that I'm lost. But I probably won't need it since they understand English now. damn..
Pronunciation: \ˈmäŋ-gə\
Function: noun
Etymology: Japanese, comic, cartoon, from man- involuntary, aimless + -ga picture
Date: circa 1951
: a Japanese comic book or graphic novel
When I first read my first manga I was 16 years old and was doing my ordinary level exams with my parents breathing down my back. I started reading it after I how popular it was. Many people have heard of 'Naruto', whether the manga version of it or it's anime version (animation of it) or both of it. In almost every manga or anime website Naruto will on the top of it and I wanted to know what was so big about it. And instantly I was hooked on it.
I guess looking back now I was probably looking for something to occupy my mind other than the huge amount of studies cramped in my mind and my mother who kept nagging at me to study,study and study.
I stayed up almost every night reading the manga and watching the anime of it and within two weeks I had read some 200 chapters of manga and watched one hundred something episodes of it.
And after I finished with Naruto I kept watching other anime and manga, and even today I keep looking for some new manga that will catch my interest because I've read almost every one of them out there. There are some really good ones. Creepy ghost stories like 'Ghost Hunt' or mind boggling stories like 'Death Note' that will keep the reader guessing whether the protagonist will get caught or not.
Reading always kept my mind off things, I had an obsession of reading books since I was younger and now it's focused towards manga. And also after reading them I found an interest in drawing too. There's so much to see in the manga, the techniques, story, drawing technique, the interactions of characters and in some of them, the blasting end of the story.
And now I can understand basic Japanese!!! If I get stranded in Japan by some very weird and impossible accident at least I know how to say that I'm lost. But I probably won't need it since they understand English now. damn..
Friday, February 12, 2010
The microscopic water cup, cardboard food and the funny teddy
My first memories of flying in a plane was when I went to Singapore with my family when I was 12. And since I have a bit of a bad memory all I remember is the train ride of the Sentosa island old artifacts and how dad made us miss the bus for the dolphin show. And suffice to say they are some pretty bad memories. My most recent air plane trip memory, which was two years ago, was when I came to US for a brand new awesome life, which I thought it would be.
My sister had come for the summer and my mom didn't think she needed to come with me when my sister was going too. So I had booked my ticket and after a long long list of things I should and should not do, which had me scared half to death and gripping my ticket and visa like a lifeline, I boarded the emirates plane which would take us to Dubai air port and then there we had to take another plane. And I was so excited too.
The plane ride was exciting. I loved the take off and the rush it gave off, after having a short squabble with my sister for the window seats we agreed to switch when we took the other plane. And we departed at night so my sister couldn't see anything!! One highlight of the trip!
The plane seats were comfy, and I got a funny teddy bear with the Emirates emblem from the air hostess for reasons I cannot fathom since they were given only for kids and I was eighteen tears old! And there was the little handy pack with the sleeping mask and toothbrush. It was fine, and I didn't see anything my sister had complained about when she had told me about the twelve hour plane trip. There was the lovely television with the set of movies (some of which I liked!), and I was tired so I slept.
I woke up when I had something poking on my side which turned out to be my seat neighbor who wanted to go to the toilet; after silently cursing him for waking me from my comfy sleep which I couldn't go back to I turned to the Television to watch 'Independence Day'. After watching it I saw the air hostesses going around with a set of files-type things which she gave to each of the passengers of her own side. I looked to the other side of my seat neighbor to where my sister was and saw her drooling on her blanket, fast asleep; sighing at the utter uselessness of my supposed airplane tour guide I turned back to the television to watch another movie.
After ten to fifteen minutes later the air hostess approached the row I was in and gave me the file type thing which I recognized as a small menu, and turned to wake our sleeping seatmate. I remember that when I read the menu the names sounded really fancy, with both Asian and western food in it. And during that time I was ever ready to abandon the Asian food I was used to and eat the western food; and I had to regret my choice of some sort of weird named food which came in a too small plate with a microscopic (In my opinion) water cup. The food was horrible, I couldn't even finish a third of it when my ever brainy sister piped up and said that it was all I was going to get as a major meal for the rest of the six hours. And after finishing the water, which didn't even count as one gulp, I finished the food and asked for a lager cup of water. And the pretty air hostess said that it the only size of water cups they had!!
Frustrated at the manipulating I had gone through (ignoring my sister who had ordered an Asian dish) and finish the second microscopic glass of water I settled back to sleep through the rest of the flight. And I slept through it and we arrived at Dubai where we had to wait for two hours for our next flight, we explored the Dubai Duty free shops. Both of us had never been to Dubai, my sister had taken the Heathrow airport on both occasions she had traveled to US, and we were amazed by the size of it, and had minor attacks focused on to our wallets when we saw the prices too. But after raiding a chocolate shop, and then after I ran off to a dessert shop I saw (it had such PRETTY cakes!!) and limiting the wallet money for the next airport's Duty Free shop we readied ourselves to the next plane ride.
It was just six hours and this time I chose the Asian rice dish which tasted like the microwavable rice they sometimes have in supermarkets and tastes like a weird mixture of cardboard and salt, I gobbled it up and mourning again at the sight of the microscopic water cup I went to watch a couple of movies to kill time. I watched a total of three movies when the steward announced that we were going to touch down. After experiencing the sort of thrill of the plane speeding we landed on John F.Kennedy Airport.
And there I witnessed what exactly my sister was complaining about long distance flights. We had missed our flight to Kansas city airport and after letting the panic overrun me for minute I let my sister handle all the work (it was my first time to the US) we scheduled another flight to somehow get to Kansas. The problem was we had to have two more stops at Chicago and Cincinnati to get to Kansas. Even though I was thrilled at the motion of more speeding in an airplane, my sister was not. Grumbling that we were going to miss our ride to the university we sat down on the chairs and waited.
After getting to Chicago, and getting sneered at by a guard because I hadn't known to take off my socks at the checking booth, we left to Cincinnati and then to Kansas. And it was three in the morning. And to our greatest relief our ride had stayed behind even though we were an hour late. And our next problem came when my sister's bags had apparently decided to stay behind in the Chicago air port and one of my suitcases had busted open. At that time both of us were tired, hungry and very angry. But our exhaustion of two days of flight had taken a toll on us and we didn't have the energy to squabble. So we dragged my suitcases to the car and getting the word of the nice old gentleman at the flight baggage office that my sister's bags were going to get delivered as soon as they arrived the next day we went off to the new world; or at least I did.
My sister had come for the summer and my mom didn't think she needed to come with me when my sister was going too. So I had booked my ticket and after a long long list of things I should and should not do, which had me scared half to death and gripping my ticket and visa like a lifeline, I boarded the emirates plane which would take us to Dubai air port and then there we had to take another plane. And I was so excited too.
The plane ride was exciting. I loved the take off and the rush it gave off, after having a short squabble with my sister for the window seats we agreed to switch when we took the other plane. And we departed at night so my sister couldn't see anything!! One highlight of the trip!
The plane seats were comfy, and I got a funny teddy bear with the Emirates emblem from the air hostess for reasons I cannot fathom since they were given only for kids and I was eighteen tears old! And there was the little handy pack with the sleeping mask and toothbrush. It was fine, and I didn't see anything my sister had complained about when she had told me about the twelve hour plane trip. There was the lovely television with the set of movies (some of which I liked!), and I was tired so I slept.
I woke up when I had something poking on my side which turned out to be my seat neighbor who wanted to go to the toilet; after silently cursing him for waking me from my comfy sleep which I couldn't go back to I turned to the Television to watch 'Independence Day'. After watching it I saw the air hostesses going around with a set of files-type things which she gave to each of the passengers of her own side. I looked to the other side of my seat neighbor to where my sister was and saw her drooling on her blanket, fast asleep; sighing at the utter uselessness of my supposed airplane tour guide I turned back to the television to watch another movie.
After ten to fifteen minutes later the air hostess approached the row I was in and gave me the file type thing which I recognized as a small menu, and turned to wake our sleeping seatmate. I remember that when I read the menu the names sounded really fancy, with both Asian and western food in it. And during that time I was ever ready to abandon the Asian food I was used to and eat the western food; and I had to regret my choice of some sort of weird named food which came in a too small plate with a microscopic (In my opinion) water cup. The food was horrible, I couldn't even finish a third of it when my ever brainy sister piped up and said that it was all I was going to get as a major meal for the rest of the six hours. And after finishing the water, which didn't even count as one gulp, I finished the food and asked for a lager cup of water. And the pretty air hostess said that it the only size of water cups they had!!
Frustrated at the manipulating I had gone through (ignoring my sister who had ordered an Asian dish) and finish the second microscopic glass of water I settled back to sleep through the rest of the flight. And I slept through it and we arrived at Dubai where we had to wait for two hours for our next flight, we explored the Dubai Duty free shops. Both of us had never been to Dubai, my sister had taken the Heathrow airport on both occasions she had traveled to US, and we were amazed by the size of it, and had minor attacks focused on to our wallets when we saw the prices too. But after raiding a chocolate shop, and then after I ran off to a dessert shop I saw (it had such PRETTY cakes!!) and limiting the wallet money for the next airport's Duty Free shop we readied ourselves to the next plane ride.
It was just six hours and this time I chose the Asian rice dish which tasted like the microwavable rice they sometimes have in supermarkets and tastes like a weird mixture of cardboard and salt, I gobbled it up and mourning again at the sight of the microscopic water cup I went to watch a couple of movies to kill time. I watched a total of three movies when the steward announced that we were going to touch down. After experiencing the sort of thrill of the plane speeding we landed on John F.Kennedy Airport.
And there I witnessed what exactly my sister was complaining about long distance flights. We had missed our flight to Kansas city airport and after letting the panic overrun me for minute I let my sister handle all the work (it was my first time to the US) we scheduled another flight to somehow get to Kansas. The problem was we had to have two more stops at Chicago and Cincinnati to get to Kansas. Even though I was thrilled at the motion of more speeding in an airplane, my sister was not. Grumbling that we were going to miss our ride to the university we sat down on the chairs and waited.
After getting to Chicago, and getting sneered at by a guard because I hadn't known to take off my socks at the checking booth, we left to Cincinnati and then to Kansas. And it was three in the morning. And to our greatest relief our ride had stayed behind even though we were an hour late. And our next problem came when my sister's bags had apparently decided to stay behind in the Chicago air port and one of my suitcases had busted open. At that time both of us were tired, hungry and very angry. But our exhaustion of two days of flight had taken a toll on us and we didn't have the energy to squabble. So we dragged my suitcases to the car and getting the word of the nice old gentleman at the flight baggage office that my sister's bags were going to get delivered as soon as they arrived the next day we went off to the new world; or at least I did.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
What happens in Yellowstone.. stays in yellowstone... (Part II)
First off I have to tell the readers of my love of dogs. I love almost every type of dogs (with the exception of pugs and bulldogs)and I love petting them and playing with them.
During that summer I saw the most beautiful German Shepard I have ever seen. And it was love at first sight, atleast on my part it was. It had a very pretty shiny coat, and was very tall. And it's owner didn't say anything when I neared it. And I abandoned the coolness of the lovely water bottle and floated towards my doggy love. And then it happened. That, whatever happened afterward, will stay only in Yellowstone.. and my memories...
During that summer I saw the most beautiful German Shepard I have ever seen. And it was love at first sight, atleast on my part it was. It had a very pretty shiny coat, and was very tall. And it's owner didn't say anything when I neared it. And I abandoned the coolness of the lovely water bottle and floated towards my doggy love. And then it happened. That, whatever happened afterward, will stay only in Yellowstone.. and my memories...
What happens in Yellowstone.. stays in yellowstone... (Part I)
When I went to Minneapolis last summer to stay with my cousins I never thought that I would actually go out of Minnesota. But I actually enjoyed staying there; I got to see another friend who attended a university in Minnesota and hung out with her in the Mall of America. But then at the start of August my aunt, I was freeloading from, told me that they had planned to go with a few friends and their families to Yellowstone. I was thrilled; Yellowstone is a famous place and I never thought I would get a chance to see it.
So there we went, to see the famous Old faithful; after waiting for a half an hour to see it erupt, and the canyons and all. It was great and I enjoyed it. Until the last day of visiting the park.
After going to see some hot springs we rested for a while in the car and I went to get some water from the shop. And there I was walking while drinking some water from the bottle and enjoying the coolness of it under the scorching sun... when I saw IT!!!!
So there we went, to see the famous Old faithful; after waiting for a half an hour to see it erupt, and the canyons and all. It was great and I enjoyed it. Until the last day of visiting the park.
After going to see some hot springs we rested for a while in the car and I went to get some water from the shop. And there I was walking while drinking some water from the bottle and enjoying the coolness of it under the scorching sun... when I saw IT!!!!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The injustice of a hybrid math class!!!
I officially hate MML. I started to hate it when it gave me bright red crosses for my answers, which were correct but was apparently in another language. Now I hate it because after telling me to round my numbers to six decimal places (which I did after painstakingly counting the decimals in my answers), it gave me bright red crosses because IT was programmed to count six decimal places as EIGHT. Damn that thing!!
And after another bout of shouting and cursing in different languages, and playing Restaurant City to lower my stress levels (courtesy of MML)I went back to my h/w which were supposed to be handed in at 12. I am a big procrastinator (I learned in from sister today.. after she laughed a lot..) and I always put off my MML homework.. and you can guess why..
So I hope the prof will take this as my rant that is college related.. or not...
And if I have the chance I will hearby change my major so I will not have to take Calc 1 and 2!!!!!! and someone help me if it's with MML I will NOT DO MY HOMEWORK!!!
(and get a F for the course =(.. (if it's Prof.Caples maybe he'll pity me)
And after another bout of shouting and cursing in different languages, and playing Restaurant City to lower my stress levels (courtesy of MML)I went back to my h/w which were supposed to be handed in at 12. I am a big procrastinator (I learned in from sister today.. after she laughed a lot..) and I always put off my MML homework.. and you can guess why..
So I hope the prof will take this as my rant that is college related.. or not...
And if I have the chance I will hearby change my major so I will not have to take Calc 1 and 2!!!!!! and someone help me if it's with MML I will NOT DO MY HOMEWORK!!!
(and get a F for the course =(.. (if it's Prof.Caples maybe he'll pity me)
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