Some of you guys might know Foster The People from their “Pumped Up Kicks”. It was a weird song, but it was also a major hit of the year. It was simple and catchy, the formula of today’s pop songs. Not only that one song, if you listen to their whole album, almost all of their songs are those things (simple and catchy). Might not be Beethoven, but I enjoyed their songs from time to time (Houdini, Miss you).
But there’s something wrong with Foster The People, although I like them. Sometimes, Mark Foster’s voice gets weird, but that’s like his thing. Sometimes it gets too weird, to a point where it gets annoying, that I wanna punch him in the face. This can be heard in their song Best Friend.
With that annoying sound you’re making, I’m not gonna be your best friend Mark (not that he needs one).
2 days ago, I purchased a package of 5 pairs of sock at H&M. When I got home, It was clearly stated that there’s a no return policy on socks, but I was okay with that because I didn’t think that I would return them anyway.
When I got home, I checked it and turns out there’s only 9 piece of socks aka 4.5 pairs only. So bummed…
Damn I can be so unlucky sometimes.
photo taken from H&M official website http://www.hm.com/id/product/13856?article=13856-A#article=13856-B
I just want to say that Indonesian fritters are THE bomb. And it’s quite puzzling why. They’re nowhere near healthy: packed with trans fat from deep frying with used vegetable oil and not at all nutritious (most of them are just balls of simple carbs). The taste are not even good sometimes. But still I cannot resist whether when they’re awfully cheap or awfully pricey (from IDR 2000 for 3 to IDR 20000 each). Also, one is never enough.
I don’t know what kind of magical power you fritters hold. But I know it’s evil beyond words.
I guess you’ll always be with me dear muffin top.