it's a blog eat blog world

2006-07-30T19:29:00.000+08:00

I've Moved!

I am like the most no-life person in this world la!

I stayed at home on a mightily pleasant Sunday and glued myself to the computer, stopping for neither food nor bathe (and i badly needed one).

I edited photo after photo for my top banner and scrolled through thousands of small print called HTML (i hate them!), just to create the perfect anti-happytreefiends.blogspot.com.

And i have done it! Presenting...

junistar!

It's what i've always wanted in a blog template. Clean, pure and has a rocking banner! I've finally done it, and all by MYSELF!

=) =) =)

I'm so lovin' it!

2006-07-24T23:59:00.000+08:00

The Buffet Starts Tomorrow.

And there are already people downstairs lighting incense and red candlesticks.

So creepy...

What's more, with double the ghostly fun this year, pantang (superstitious) people are sure in for it.

Have to burn double the incense and double the kim zhua (paper money) for our transparent counterparts.

And pray that they stay transparent to us.

2006-07-21T01:52:00.000+08:00

Ain't No Other Man...

The 1st single from Xtina's upcoming album, Back 2 Basics, is out, and boy it sure is proud!

She's just so... white...

Her hair is white, her skin is white and her dresses are white. Luckly for her red lipstick or you wouldn't see her in a sunny day.

But she rocks la, can't wait to ~~download~~ buy her album.

I gotta send some hot lovin' to Noah cos i "stole" the clip from his blog. You rock too dude. Less than Xtina obviously, but only by a lil'.

Enjoy the clip people.

2006-07-18T22:45:00.000+08:00

Amazing Performances...

...from singing competitions in the Philippines.

That girl is Charice Pempengco and she was a contestant in a children's singing competition in the Philippines called Little Big Star. She got only 3rd place.

And she just turned 13.

This Filipino guy was telling me how the people in the Philippines take their singing so seriously that Charice got beaten up by people that didn't like her (she lost in the popularity sms voting i think). He also said that the Singapore Idol contestants wouldn't even make it past the first auditions if they were to take part in the Philippine(s?) Idol.

This guy didn't get far in the competition, but listen to him go...

I really felt embarrassed for our local "talent".

2006-07-15T00:17:00.000+08:00

Anyone For A Night Of Song?

Keeping to the subject of the moment, here's another choir that i used to consider joining until some political shizz made some of my favourite members decide to split.

The Amadeus Choral Society has a concert coming on 25th August.

As luck has it, i happen to be FREE on that day. Anyone wanna go with me?

Details here.

Someone go with me leh...

2006-07-14T21:53:00.000+08:00

Bo Ne Volun Tatis...

All of a sudden, i feel that life is lacking something, and i realised that i desperately miss singing.

No, not the Kbox variety.

Singing as in in a choir, with many many clashing parts blending.

You can't do that in Kbox because there's only 2 mics and clashing is usually of the wrong type. And it's hard to envision myself in either a ruined castle under the moonlight or on a small island when the image on the screen is of a half naked woman cavorting on the beach.

Now the only problem is how to go about getting myself into a Choir, i feel weird just poping into Nelson's world to ask for a place in his choir.

Oh, another problem is which Choir?

I'm kinda split about both VCs.

Chorale is better vocally and some of my VS friends are in it. However, Nelson doesn't appear at practices much and i'm not that crazy about the other conductors. What's more, they're gonna go for the Choir Olympics and so i guess it'll be a long time before practices for normal members commence.

Consort seems to be slightly weaker vocal-wise, but they just came back from some competition in the Czech Republic and were apparently given full marks by the judges. What's more, there's some people i know in it too, and Nelson attends their weekly practices, which in itself is a huge plus point.

This kinda put me off though...

At first, i thought, "How nice", but felt a little weird. A second later, and a second cheering made me realise the intention of the first. And frankly, i felt kinda disgusted, although i know that it's quite a common sight and i remember TPJC doing the same thing to Consort back in Genting. HA!

Now that was something worth reminiscing.

2006-07-12T22:03:00.000+08:00

Bianca Ryan Is...

... so much better then our Singapore Idols.

And she's only freakin' 11!

I love "America's Got Talent". It's a talent show in America that welcomes everything from singers, to jugglers, to ventriloquists!

And boy were they talented.

The only talent i saw in Singapore Idol was Jacintha's massive jugs and their uncanny ability to perk. They filled up half the freaking TV screen when she was talking and frankly, who's listening when her cleavage could rival the freakin' Rochor Canal.

Phwoar!

Ladies, you should really go find her bra. It's not enough to have support, a good bra should perk you up!

2006-07-08T16:43:00.000+08:00

I Have A Secret...

2006-07-08T14:22:00.000+08:00

Excuse Me pt2

Remember weird man?

I saw him again and tried to siam him by walking to one side but he still barraged his way to me and asked the age old question, "Excuse me, are you a regular?"

Do i look that stupid?

2006-07-05T00:50:00.000+08:00

TPJC 20th Anniversary Celebration

Jean and i were initially there to support the Choir, but we ended up burying our heads in shame after seeing them perform in their Tiger Beer inspired outfits. They sang 2 Disney songs and they mangled both. What happened to the days of Janger and Impressions and Ill Married Men???

In the end Jean became a Dikir Barat alumni and i was from Indian Dance.

Shhhh... Don't tell people we're from Choir ok?

2006-07-04T01:13:00.000+08:00

SAF's Worst Fashion Idea

The first day i went to camp with the new nametag and sgtag sewn on, i got called "Singapore" by 3 different people.

I bet the people who came up with this idea didn't need to wear the number 4 uniform. I'm guessing they're civilians who came together and brainstormed how to make the number 4 look even more disgusting than it already is.

They picked the best idea, and decided that it wasn't bad enough, they're gonna include a velcro on badge on the arm and another small one on the collar.

Eyucks.

The technicians from my camp (who wears number 3, the lucky sobs) kept commenting on how ugly it looks. One kept staring at them till i had to cover them up and told him "bu yao kan la".

He was so embarrassed!

Anyway, if the picture seems familiar, you must have seen it on JW's blog because it is the same picture, just that i took away the formation badges and changed the name to mine. Sorry for stealing! My camera had no batt.

2006-07-02T23:09:00.000+08:00

Lousiest day of my life.

My ego is battered and bruised, and you didn't even do anything.

By you i mean motherfuckingsonofanunclefucker.

I have alot of stuff to blog but just no energy to do it.

2006-06-25T13:11:00.000+08:00

Internet Explorer 7

It's so Firefox.

2006-06-24T22:41:00.000+08:00

Family Time at East Coast Park

Any family resemblance? I mean other then the chunky specs.

Yes, i cycled too...

Yes, i know the photos are ginormous, but i really don't care. They're not nice small anyway...

Am. So. Parched. Must. Quench. Thrist.

This is my wallpaper now. We went to the beach after returning our bikes.

"We're gonna build magnificent castles using just these plastic cups!"

Ta-dah!

Just kidding...

I actually feel like crap now. ='(

2006-06-22T11:45:00.000+08:00

Oh Oh!

Have you tried this?

>>>Crush Calculator<<<

It calculates your crushes by name and it's quite accurate...

2006-06-22T11:17:00.000+08:00

Excuse Me.

I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green so that i could cross the road when a weird man came up to me.

Weird man: *Mumble mumble*

Me, taking out my earphones: What?

Weird man: Are you a regular?

Me, feeling indignant: No.

Weird man: Oh so you're an NSman.

Me: Er, yea...

Weird man: Do you have any insurance?

Me: ... Yes.

Weird man: Ok.

And i walked away.

The insurance industry appears to be going downhill. Targetting random people waiting for the traffic lights to change is a desperate call for help.

2006-06-19T00:14:00.000+08:00

I'm An American Couch Potato.

And it's all Zheming's fault!

Shows that i'm watching off the net and shown around the same time as America:
Canada's Next Top Model (Season 1)
So You Think You Can Dance (Season 2)
Celebrity Deathmatch (Season 5)
Windfall (Season 1)

Shows that i wanna watch but is already showing halfway in America:
Commander in Chief (season 1)

Shows that i wanna watch and are done showing in the US:
Desperate Housewives (Season 2)
Lost (season 2)

Oh my... Now, in a bid to seem more intellectual...

Books that i wanna read:
Red Leaves by Thomas H. Cook
The Devil Wears Prada by some woman

Books that i currently have on load from the Libby:
A Father's Affair by Karel Van Loon
Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchet
The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

Books that would get returned before they're read:
Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchet
The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

Book that i'm reading now:
The Magician's Assistant by Ann Patchett

2006-06-18T09:17:00.000+08:00

My Maid AWOLed

Ari, my maid for around 2 years went home because she had been worrying for her family since the Indonesia earthquake.

Wini came to replace her.

3 days later, i was awoken by some commotion coming from outside my room. When my dad walked past the doorway, i called out to him.

"Eh, what happened ar?"

"The maid ran away liao..."

I was still in a daze from just having woken up and so thought nothing of it. Plus my dad is a joker so i wasn't sure if he was kidding or not. I waited for him to tell me the actual reason but he just walked off.

I pulled myself out of bed and went to check it out for myself. Turns out she's really GONE!

I was stunned! The clothes from the previous night were in a mess and there was still bowls left unwashed. And she's packed all her stuff and left without doing them first!

All this i thought indignantly.

My dad called the condo security and found out that Wini left from the side gate at 4am. Without money.

And she ended up at the Indonesian Embassy! Gracious me.

But as the Chinese saying goes, if the old doesn't leave, the new wouldn't come.

Our newest maid has been in Singapore for only 3 months and her English is damn good as compared to the many other maids we've had before her.

Also, Wini had a perpetual sad look on her face whereas this one keeps smiling and laughing!

Her name is damn cute too. Tin Tin.

Why must maids always have cutesy double syllabus names?

2006-06-16T23:28:00.000+08:00

Our Makan Places Lost Control

Today i celebrated gluttonism.

Went down to Chinatown and snacked on prawn dumplings and fish balls, before eating Chilli Crab Sauce Spaggetti at the Singapore Heritage Restaurant (will be featured on the food blog soon). After that had fruit cocktail with sea coconut dessert at Chinatown Hawker Centre and then had some kuey thingy at People's Park Centre.

I also want to ORD leh.

Walked down the ORD bridge to Meidiya at Liang Court and had Tori-Q and ice cream. Half of which got thrown away because the lime sherbet was inedible. Too bitter.

Tompang fire engine from Civil Defence Heritage Centre to Eunos to look for a Mee Hoon Kuey stall which wasn't there anymore. Ended up eating prata and drinking high class milo dinosaur. High class because there was whipped cream on it.

Taxied down to Katong for laksa and otah. I think i chose wrong stall because the otah was so soft it didn't need to be chewed. Which was bad. Haagen Daaz was where chilling took place and to go to the toilet, we had to draw the toilet key from the staff. So weird. Ended up getting they key from them 3 times.

Went down to Redhill Market after that for meepok, yu sheng and chee kuey.

Aiyoh i think i lost control.

2006-06-16T00:28:00.000+08:00

Money No Enough

I still buy this.

The whole outfit is new by the way, not only the necklace.

And what's more, i'm getting myself new spectacles! Yay! JW is gonna be sooooo jealous.

I need to curb my spending, or else i'll become one of those bloggers that Jean disdains. Oh Jeeeaaaan, save me!!!

2006-06-14T18:42:00.000+08:00

Fierce

This is what you'll get if you ask my brother to do more homework...

Scary huh...

Anyways, i've updated my food blog.

Again.

Go check it out.

2006-06-12T23:38:00.000+08:00

A Terminal Illness.

Called boredom led me to do this...

It got quite fun after the first 3 shots.

http://www.geocities.com/junyi86/boredom.gif

I even made a gif file out of it. I'm damn bo liao. Wanted to do something cool with the photos...

But i couldn't be bothered.

This is gonna be quite an embarassment.

If you close your eyes, can you imagine Hebe singing?

Or click here, to watch JW and me making a fool out of ourselves.

Pardon us as we mangle the song, which happens to be S.H.E.'s Re Dai Yu Ling.

I bet my singing was so horrid that blood rushed outta your ears after listening to it for the first 5 seconds, effectively blocking out the sound and saving you from further brain damage.

Hope you enjoyed laughing WITH us and hopefully not AT us.

2006-06-08T22:30:00.000+08:00

Singapore Art Museum

Being at the Art Museum makes me feel arty farty... I love the bright colours and cutesy artwork...

Above pictures were taken using Colin's new iPaq. It's a PDA phone with a 2 megapixel cam which sucks when there isn't enough light.

After much looking, i've finally found THE bag. Love it!

I know i'm sorta neglecting my blogging duties, and frankly speaking, i can't really be that bothered at all. So, until the next time i feel bothered enough, this site is gonna be a bore to read.

Tata~

2006-06-06T23:07:00.000+08:00

EVO 500FX

It is incapable of playing anything quietly.

2006-06-04T23:45:00.000+08:00

PC Show

Yes, i've finally bought the Evo speakers that my campmates were pushing me to buy.

At $55 plus a free optical mouse, i guess it's not bad...

I didn't get a webcam though! The queue at the Creative cashier stretched to the door! Disgusting! I decided that the long wait wasn't worth the $10 that i would save by buying it at the show so i left.

But not before bumping into Calvin (my xing jiao in camp) twice.

And and and and i've finally updated my GLUTTONISM blog! Go feast your eyes!

2006-06-02T22:44:00.000+08:00

NEVER AGAIN

Shall i cut at any subsidaries of Monsoon!!!

Neither Storm nor Sandstorm shall be graced with my presence.

Neither shall i be tempted by any offers or promotions that the above mentioned are/would be having.

I am serious.

Sandstorm totally negated any Kimage effects. It's like a more expensive version of Sri Nada.

Just that instead of having that just-POPed-hair-like-fuck look, which basically means it has grown out from the botakness and into a carpet fuzz, i now have some fringe to go with the just-POPed-hair-like-fuck look.

Never under-estimate the dangers of telling your hairdresser, "I want it short."

And never stinge on haircuts!

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I didn't watch the results show of Singapore Idol, but don't get me wrong, i really wanted to watch, just that by some cosmic coincidence, my camp blacked out ten minutes before the show started and power was restored EXACTLY at 9pm, when the show just ended.

Anyway, the results were sooooo obvious. I didn't even need ZM to come tell me which 2 got through to know.

Sometimes, when you know, you just know. You know?

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Went down to the PC show today.

I wanted to get a set of speakers and a webcam!

I wanna apologise to those who went down with me today. We practically made our home at a speaker booth while they tried to convince me to get one speaker or the other but i was reluctant either cos of the price or the size.

After an hour and 3 promoters later, i decided to come back on Sunday to buy.

They nearly killed me.

2006-05-31T21:22:00.000+08:00

Randomness + Interview

I know i'm not supposed to bitch about the Top 28 contestants because i got kicked out and they made it this far...

I only have one thing to say...

You know what they say about Army recruits and their intelligence? That when they shave off their hair, they turn stupid?

Maybe the inverse applies to talent...

Long hair = talented.

I'm glad too...

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Anyway, i've found out who was the culprits that tagged on my tagboard under modified names of my bosses in camp.

A big HI to 3SG Tan Zheng Jie and CPL Chew Peh Hon.

I know that being in camp can be boring. You have been noticed. Happy?

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Went down for the NTU non-academic criteria interview today.

Non-academic. This means they don't look at your grades. But at the end of the interview, one lady said something that made me -_-".

I asked her whether this would improve my chances of getting into the course of my choice and she told me something along the lines of "Oh yes definitely, but this is just so that we can recommend you up for reconsideration but in the end they would look at your academic."

Well okay, thanks lady...

Anyway, i deviate.

My interview was scheduled for 2pm but they said to arrive 15 mins before time and i conveniently forgot about that and very nearly missed my timing!

I reached Boon Lay and took a cab from there down. The uncle asked me where exactly was i going and i was stumped. I forgot to copy down the address! In the end i made it after calling the administrative office. The woman that answered the call sounded so sian.

Anyway, i reached 5 mins late and my butt barely touched the sofa when someone called me into the room! I was still panting from all that rushing!

In the end the interview lasted all of 10 mins! After leaving the room i was like WTF! That was damn fast. I felt like my day machiam like wasted. And i was wearing long sleeve shirt somemore!

Nevermind, i got directions from the receptionist on how to get to the bus stop.

"You see that building over there? The one with the people walking along the corridor? (proceeds to point to the building across the road far far away where the people were the size of ants) Go down the same corridor, then you will get to a carpark. Turn to your right and walk down and you will get to a canteen. Go through the canteen and you will see a staircase and when you walk down you will see the bus stop."

She lost me at the carpark.

She had to repeat the directions to me twice. And even so i had to ask another guy along the way.

Finally i got the the bus stop and i was just sitting down when a white mercedes cab pulled over.

(at this point i remembered that there was project runway on. leaving entries halfway done is not good.)

A damsel in distress poked her head out of the window and i thought, "uh-oh."

Sure enough, she asked directions to the International House, which was where i had my interview.

The conversation went like this.

Girl in cab: "Do you know how to get to the International House?"

Me: "Erm... I'm not very sure how to direct you by cab. If you want i can show you the way on foot. I just came from there also. Are you going for the interview?"

(I wasn't hitting on her. I was genuinely being helpful! Maybe because i felt that the interview ended too abruptly and i didn't wanna waste my day, so i decided to walk her all the way back to where i came from if she wanted me to. I repeat, i wasn't hitting on her!)

Girl in cab: "Yea... Why not you hop in the cab with me?"

Me: "Er... I dunno how to get there by cab, i know how to walk though, but i have to bring you cos it's a very complicated journey."

Girl in cab: "But i'm late! My interview's at 2.30pm and we're supposed to arrive 15 mins earlier."

(Now you see how early it was. It was barely 2.20pm and my interview was over.)
Me: "Aiyah, it doesn't matter one. As long as you reach on time for your interview."

Girl in cab: "Erm... Ok..." (and proceeds to pay money for the cab)

And i walked her all the way back up the steps, through the canteen and the carpark and down the corridor. She crossed the road herself.

Thinking about it, i should have sent her all the way into the building man...

Then the interviewers will see what a nice and helpful guy i am and recommend me more!

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I was babbling on and on wasn't i?

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I want this phone!

SEE PHONE!

It totally matches my iPod!

2006-05-29T16:23:00.000+08:00

Story Of My Life...

...after Idol.

Yes, laugh all you want!

I know i was in the background listening to my iPod.

But at least they didn't show me singing, getting cosy lying on the floor with Gurmit or, horrors, digging my nose!

As for the top 28, i know Levin! As in we talked and hung out for abit during the auditons... But i didn't get his contact! Scarly he become Singapore Idol, then i missed out sia...

I talked to Milly too... I remember i was sitting on the floor and she was sitting on a chair beside me. Then out of sheer boredom i struck up a conversation with her and she soon joined me on the floor...

Ok that sounded quite wrong.

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Anyway, got a call from NTU again.

Dear Goh Junyi

Thank you for your application for Undergraduate Admissions to NTU.

You have been shortlisted to attend an interview through the Non-Academic
Achievements section. You are advised to bring along the original and 2
photocopies of your certificates and/or documents pertaining to the information
earlier provided in the Non-Academic Achievements section, if any.

Please find the details of your interview session as follow:

Date: 31 May 2006
Time: 2:00 pm
Location: Nanyang Technological University, International House, ISC Lounge 36 Nanyang Avenue, Singapore 639801

Kindly report to the reception counter 15 minutes before your session.

Please contact us at 6790 5972/6765 for Grace/Agnes/Moernie should you need
further assistance or clarification. Alternatively, you can email to
adm_local@ntu.edu.sg.

Note: For those who have not fulfilled the online appraisal requirement, please
pass the completed appraisal form/forms on the day of your interview to the
reception counter prior to your session. If you are not able to furnish one on
your interview day, please note that you may be required to submit one if you
are eventually offered admission.

Thank you.

Best regards,

Grace Chan
for Dean of Admissions
Nanyang Technological University

Dress code: Smart Causal/Formal
For Male applicants serving NS, you may also come in your uniform if you need to
report for duty later or has just finished your duty.

Sigh. Went for this interview two years in a row. Getting a little bit old.

I have not even prepared my documents for it! I'm not sure what to bring though...

Hope i don't screw up for this. But it's not as if it's gonna help me a great deal to get into Mass Comm.

Bah!

2006-05-24T00:18:00.000+08:00

Check Up On it!!!

Hey people, i've got a new sub-blog.

WWW.GLUTTONISM.BLOGSPOT.COM

It's about food (duh).

It's still under construction because i've yet to move all the food entries from here to there.

And it's late.

Nonetheless, stay tuned for all my gastronomical adventures!

Yipee! This is so fun! It's like hosting my own food show, just that i hope i don't get as fat as some celebrities who host actual food shows on TV.

*cough* ng *cough* hui *cough*

I'm sure it's just water retention.

2006-05-22T00:19:00.000+08:00

TCC Surprise

Met up with the founding members of the VS clique (plus Chloe) today for lunch cos it was Chloe's birthday on Thursday, 180506.

Doesn't she look like one of those Jap tourists?

We were supposed to meet at 1pm but we (minus Chloe) decided to meet up at 11.30am instead to do some (very) last minute shopping for Chloe's present.

After buying the card, we were stumped on what else to get her.

We did what we do best. Stand somewhere and whine, "How? Buy what?"

We walked the whole of Citylink, Marina Square and finally went down to Suntec where i had the wonderful idea of getting her something from here.

No, we didn't get her tea leaves.

We got her a tumbler from Starbucks, with lollipops, mints and a voucher for a free drink stuffed into it. All my idea! -looks around proudly-

Looks like a Subway sandwich.

The elected pen-bringer forgot the bring his pens, so we had to borrow the Starbuck's cashier's pen. She was so friendly and asked us if we were buying it as a present and even offered to help wrap it. For free of course. I sound so cheapo but moving on, we all wrote in the card...

All except Alvin, who came late, as usual.

For that he'll get a small picture.

Nah!

He was stumped at what to write cos Chloe already came and he was hiding somewhere writing the card. So abit the kan cheong la.

We made our way down to TCC @ Milenia Walk (yes mabs, your turn to correct me) for our lunch. I seriously never considered TCC a place for a meal until now. Desserts yes, but i had a bad experience with their mudpie when i went to the Raffles City branch with Mabel.

The food there was surprisingly very good, and affordable! I'd recommend... Everything! My Teriyaki Salmon had a "Healthier Choice" stamp on it and it was still damn freaking good! The Mongolian Curry Chicken thingy that JW had was also to die for and everyone kept 'koping' his wedges that he complained that he was the fastest to finish and still hungry! Haha, sorry buddy!

After the meal we went shopping! Jw wanted new shoes (and he got them) and i wanted to get my dad a bag for his birthday (and i got it). But before either of us could go scout for our stuff, Chloe disappeared.

Miss Selfridge had sale! She went to snatch tops with the aunties.

The rest of us guys went to Topshop, then Zara, and still had to wait for her somemore. She finally emerged with a cropped jacket. Some people were damn sian of waiting, but aiyoh, it's supposed to be her birthday celebration, let her shop!

We had so much fun just reminiscing about the past and laughing over our stupid antics like getting into fights and lame arguments.

The funniest memory had to be an argument between me and some bitch.

Me: You bitch trying to act human!

Him: You slut trying to act human!

Me: Slut is already human what!

Him: Well, my slut is not human!

That one is unbeatable man! Never fails to make everyone ROFL.

Anyway,

LOL, couldn't resist.

2006-05-17T10:25:00.000+08:00

Hog's Breath @ Holland V

Hailing from Australia, it has the best steak i've ever tasted for a long long time. The last time i had steak so nice was when i went to Jack's Place when i was still in Primary School.

Now their steak taste like old tires.

Coming back to the topic, i loved their service. Everyone there was all smiles and seemed so genuine, especially my server, Lily, who had a tongue stud and was damn cute.

Scarly they thinking, "Nabeh cb cannot rest must climb up and down take orders. knn!" If they were thinking that, they didn't show it.

And yes, got a upper level one. Decor was very country-ish and everything was made of wood. The music was damn retro also, all the evergreens.

I had the Avocado Prime Rib (for some reason, they call their steaks ribs) and it was done medium and damn juicy. Heaven.

The servings were freakishly large cos, to quote Lily, "they're meant for Australian stomachs..." Lucky we didn't order any starters.

I'd highly encourage going on an empty stomach cos even i nearly couldn't finish my potato. Speaking of potatos, they had a choice of mashed potatos, curly fries or baked potatos. And they also had a choice of having vegetables or a salad to go with the meal. I penged at all the choices.

Back to why you shouldn't order any starters, a mother and son pair came in and ordered nachos as their starter. It came in a freaking huge plate that could have been shared by 5 people! I heard the son exclaim, "OMG, so much." By the time they finished their starter and their steaks came (their order was same as mine), they couldn't finish even half of the main course.

The mom, being the Singaporean auntie that she was, asked for a container to tapau the food. She was like, "Ok, pack this (son's steak) and this (her steak) and ummm this (the potato). I don't want this (the corn)."

So funny.

The meal totalled up to around $75 but it was well worth it.

Nice atmosphere, nice service, nice food, nice place.

2006-05-13T11:42:00.000+08:00

谢谢你们的支持!!!

All was quiet and tranquil. The street was nearly empty save for a few cars. Everyone was home being lulled to sleep by the afternoon heat...

Suddenly, a loudspeaker blared.

谢谢 Sembawang 的居民!!! Thank you for your support!!! Terima Kasih!!!

Many people came out of their homes to see what the commotion was.

It was the PAP!

They were driving around the whole Sembawang/Woodlands estate blasting their gratitude and disturbing the peace. They even used Hokkien to thank the residents.

Got some people even clapped and cheered as they left. Goodness.

I'm not anti-PAP, you can say i'm just bo chup, but i dun like this propaganda stuff...

And i'm still having a slight headache from my night out. I know i know, i'm pathetic...

2006-05-12T15:24:00.000+08:00

Crubbing Is Vely Farn!

As i'm typing this now, there's a freak storm going on outside my window. I can't even see M'sia now.

Do you think there's a probability that Singapore is gonna end up like Atlantis?

Help! We're all gonna drown!

Went down to pub/club-hop yesterday. It's been freaking long since i've had alcohol flowing through my veins and the toomstoomtoomstoom of clubbing music evading my mind.

Took a cab down to Club Street to grab a bite (many bites actually) before hitting the clubs.

Had some Italian food at Spizza.

Actually the Augusto dish had two FULL slices of melon and much more ham. But when i remembered that i wanted to take a photo of the food, we already gobbled up more than half of the plate already, so had to improvise and rearrange a little. The end result was not bad, albeit a little phallic.

This bottle was at every table. But it actually is two different containers.

So cute right...

The drinking glass was made of crystal!

We had so much fun rubbing the rim of the glass to produce this nice clear ringing sound.

Ok, I had fun.

The pizza didn't do much to satisfy our tummies so we made our way down to Maxwell for Orh Jian (oyster omelette), where i saw two of the technicians from my depot. Goodness, scandal.

It was still quite early after that so we made our way up to Mox for some drinks first.

I dunno the first thing about alcohol so Colin did all the ordering for me.
Give me baileys over martinis any day man. But i finished everything that was set infront of me. I'm a good boy...

Went down to clubbing proper after my drinks. The crowd was sad, the music even more so. Got myself another drink, Vodka Ribena. I don't care if it's a rubbish drink. I like it.

By then i was already kinda tipsy.

Seeing that it was so sian, we switched clubs and i had another Tequila 7-Up. This time the music was better. Hell, it was great. Pussycat Dolls, Destinys Child, Beyonce, great great music. Colin dragged me up to the podium and we shimmied till my hipbones became loose.

I bumped into Keith. It was more like he whacked me on the shoulder when i was coming out of the toilet. I was already so drunk that he could tell. I admit i'm a lousy drinker.

It was so much fun!

2006-05-09T14:15:00.000+08:00

O. M. GROSSNESS

This entry is about:

Shit.

So if you just ate, please refrain from continuing.

Otherwise...

The most disgustingly funny (or should it be funnily disgusting) thing happened as i was shitting just now...

As i started going about the business, i flipped open the book that i brought into the toilet with me and the FCUK postcard that i was using as a bookmark fell straight between my legs and into the toilet bowl.

Straight after that, most of my excreta (in a muddy-watery form) projectiled out of my ass and i guess you know what happened...

Yes, the postcard got smothered in shit.

Remember this article?

I think it happened a few years ago, when i was in secondary school, or was it primary school? Anyway, i vaguely remember going to school and someone telling me about it. Everyone laughed their balls off.

Now imagine the elephant as me, and the man as my postcard.

Now you get the idea.

I stared at the half-buried postcard, dumbstruck.

My immediate thought was whether i should go get the camera.

In the end, i fished the postcard out from the toilet bowl and dumped it unceremoniously into the plastic bag lining the rubbish bin, tying it up immediately.

After my shit (it was a good shit), i held the platic bag with two fingers and ran into the kitchen to throw it down the rubbish chute. My maid asked me what was it.

"Don't ask, you don't wanna know..."

I need to go back to the store to get a new postcard.

2006-05-09T10:40:00.000+08:00

Good Deed of the Day

As i was alighting from the bus this morning, i noticed a black keypouch on the seat which was previously occupied by two other Tengah Air Base guys who alighted before me.

I grabbed it and alighted the bus, but saw one guy walking left and the other guy walking right.

I banked right and chased down the guy, tapped him on the arm and said, "i think this belongs to either you or your friend."

"Yea, it's mine thanks."

And i went home.

Oh, i didn't get caught for the back of my hair during Master Parade...

...

Or so i thought...

Ran into the Encik in the evening and he was like "Junyi ar, your hair at the back hor, a bit long ah, go get it cut. Hor."

Kanina!

I assumed most people have tried the Wicked quiz right?

So i bet this is lke freaking chicken feet, but pray, just play along.

I know you know the answer, so just leave a comment on this entry. Don't flood my tagboard yea...

2006-05-07T20:55:00.000+08:00

My First Time Cutting...

...at Kimage.

Let me backtrack a little...

The first Monday of the month is dreaded by everyone because of this thing called Master Parade, where our attire will be inspected by the CO. I kena this time because last Monday was a public holiday, thus the parade was pushed to tomorrow.

Damn. This meant that I had to get my hair cut.

Being such a last minute person, i left it till the day before the parade to get my haircut.

Usually i'd go to hairdressing schools like Jean Yip Academy, where they do a decent job for the price of $8. However...

NONE of the schools open on Sundays!

-HORRORS-

It was a frantic search for a suitably priced place for my coiffure.

I refused entertaining any notion of returning to EC House (they made me out to look like a mushroom), or worse, Sri Nada (where "uncle, can i have my hair thinner?" means i walk out looking like a fresh recruit).

My usual Monsoon was too pricey (at $36!) for a NSF, so that was out too...

I asked around and someone (yes i know you'll read this) suggested going to Kimage, to have my mane trimmed by the trainees there for an average price of $16.80. Getting a cut from the senior stylists would cost around the same price as going to Monsoon.

I hear gasps... Really, it's not very expensive, considering the service and the outcome. My hair would be in good hands, and since i'm blinded most of the time (my degree renders me useless without my specs), this reassures me that i'll not walk out of the salon, go to the top floor and fling myself off the building.

I was worried that there wouldn't be any trainees around, it being a Sunday and everything. A call down to the Northpoint outlet allayed my fears and i promptly made an appointment.

As you can see, i slapped a miniscule amount of my rapidly depleting clay to at least make it have a semblance of some style. I toyed with the idea of going all the way to Yishun, my hair unaltered. Obviously my vain alterego prevented that idea from materialising.

Walking that distance towards Kimage, in plain sight of everyone at the counter (there was about 5 people just slacking at the counter, and you can bet they all were staring at me) was unnerving.

There were only a few customers, sitting around the spacious room like Little Bo Peep's sheep. I felt slightly ridiculous telling the desk that i had a prior appointment. What made it even more amusing was what my name was nowhere to be found.

I got escorted into the salon nonetheless.

My last moments of sight was filled with this lau jiao zar bor asking me how i wanted my hair to be cut and instructing a guy who couldn't have been much older than me, or maybe even younger i can't decide, to shampoo my hair first.

I took off my spectacles when the shampoo boy came with shampoo in one hand and squirt bottle in the other. Fuzzy vision became my companion for the next forty minutes.

I always have a problem of not knowing where to look when my hair gets shampooed. If i look at the shampooer, he might get offended by my staring (the fact that i could only see the shampooer's outline makes it worse). If i shut my eyes, the shampooer might think that i'm snotty. I ended up just staring into space as he shampooed my hair.

Have i mentioned that i freaking love those head massages that salons used to provide while shampooing the customer's hair? Sadly, along the years, i seemed to be getting it less and less, even though i pay so much for their service.

However, this time i was pleasantly surprised when the shampoo boy started massaging my scalp, my temples and ohhhhhh my neck. I wasn't very satisfied with the scalp massages as he was surprisingly gentle and lacked pressure, but the neck massage was heavenly.

I did some leg raises yesterday and somehow, the muscles at my neck were the only ones that were aching.

When the shampoo boy started kneeding my neck, i had to work really hard to stifle the moans that were very nearly leaking out from my mouth. Better than an orgasm, it was that good! It was like multiple orgasms!

I seriously had wanted to thank him profusely after he finished rinsing the soap suds off my head but that would seem so very gay. So before he could walk very far away, i said a simple "thanks".

The lau jiao zar bor i mentioned took over from there. Before she even touched my head, she brought the shampoo boy over and chastised him for tying the towel too tightly around my neck. Boy did i feel embarrassed for him.

The woman started working on my head. She was doing a mime. Silent except for the snip snipping of the scissors.

The outcome was quite good. But i'm worried about the back. It still seems quite long.

Not as if i didn't try to get it shortened. I specifically told the zar bor that i wanted my hair short before she started cutting. Even after she stopped, i touched the back of my hair and feeling that it was still long, i told her to cut somemore.

So she did. Sort of.

I'm screwed la...

There's something about trained hairstylists and short hair. They just refuse to cut anything that they don't feel looks good. It's like against their ethics to slope the back of your hair liddat...

Anyway, i paid the trainee rate for a senior stylist. They short of manpower so the lau jiaos have to do duty. Abit like in my camp.

On the receipt, i was a "no appointment" customer.

Oh and by the way...

All my photos from now on will be taken using my new camera! Yipee!

2006-05-07T20:31:00.000+08:00

My Personal Dna Report

hover ur mouse on the different colours to learn what it means...

2006-05-05T10:36:00.000+08:00

I Am Disturbed

Is it a tradition with beauty pageants that the participants shouldn't be so stunning as to seem unattainable?

Miss Singapore participants were pretty, at best.

Mister Singapore participants all look weird. And the fact that they're categorised by the estate they live in is so unglam!

Mr Marine Parade really looks like a monkey. Mr Jurong looks like Chen Wei Lian! Mr Toa Payoh seems very familiar, has he tried his luck with other pageants as well?

I'm disappointed with the representative from my estate too...

Aiyoh, bring back the Manhunt hunks la. Mister Singapore is for heartlanders.

2006-05-04T00:14:00.000+08:00

One Time Only!

-phone vibrates-

Tonight, May 4 2006, at 1 hour 2 minutes and 3 seconds past twelve, the time and date would be 01:02:03, 04/05/06. This will never happen again in our life. Make a wish! -huishan

Very wu liao, but interesting nonetheless...

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-in a big booming voice-

ARE YOU TIRED OF SPENDING ENDLESS HOURS IN FRONT OF YOUR COMPUTER, SURFING MINDLESS PORN?

DO YOU WANT A MORE PRODUCTIVE TIME ONLINE HAVING FUN AND STIMULATING YOUR BRAIN AT THE SAME TIME?

LOOK NO FURTHER!!!

JOIN ME AS WE WRECK OUR BRAINS TO SOLVE THIS MULTIPLE LEVELED QUIZ!

IT PROVIDES ENDLESS HOURS OF HEAD-BANGING-ON-WALL FUN!

I'm at level 9 only though... Go play go play!

2006-05-03T18:23:00.000+08:00

No More Mass Comm

-phone vibrates-

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Junyi? I'm calling from NTU, about your application for English Lit as your third choice. You weren't successful for your first and second choice, so i would like to know if you can come down for an interview on Friday?"

"Uhm, i'm not interested in this course."

"Oh, i see. Bye."

2006-05-01T11:17:00.000+08:00

Happy Labour Day!

This is a day for all mother's out there who have given birth... Ok, a little oxymoronic cos if you've not given birth, then you wouldn't be called a mother in the first place...

This is also a day for all the hardworkers out there who have been labouring under the glaring hot sun/the glaring bright computer screen...

Is it a day for the Labour Party too?

I actually have no idea what Labour Day is for, anyone care to enlighten me?

Anyway, i still owe the updates on the lovely Sunday i had last week. Here it is...

Met up with KW, JW and Mabs for Kboxing @ Paradiz. We had so much fun singing and screaming and jumping about the room.

Since my Idol thingy, i've almost stopped listening to English songs. My appetite for Chinese Pop is now insatiable! There were so much more songs for me to sing this time round. Don't ever sing English songs other than those by Spice Girls cos the MTV that accompanies the songs tend to be really fake and disgusting!

We took so much photos with the banana that JW gave me! It was hilarious!!!

Oh ya, they treated me to that Kbox session also which was damn nice of them! I felt so pampered! Muahaha!

After that went down to Rochor Road for their famous Tau Huay as suggested by Mabs.

And some of their Portuguese egg tarts!

After that we tagged along with JW to buy his Pokemon guidebook. Yes you didn't read that wrongly...

In the evening, i met up with my FDC mates, Xinhe and Boon Kian for dinner at the much acclaimed Stonegrill.

Verdict: I wouln't go back there again if i had a choice. I feel that it's just a novelty thing, that after you've tried it once or twice, you wouldn't really think of going back again. And don't expect to fill up your belly there unless you order surplus, us being the poor NSFs that we are obviously didn't order more than one set each. Hey, the food doesn't come cheap...

I'll advice you against ordering what i ordered, i forgot the name, but it was a seafood set. Order the meat set cos it seemed more filling... The slice of fish (note i used the word slice) i had was so pathetic. If i was to have left it there any longer, the whole thing would be stuck onto the stone, never to fulfil it's destiny of being eaten. That's how thin the slice was...

Anyway, seeing as how FCUK crazed i am, they bought me a T shirt from there which i absolutely adore! Even though they bought an M-sized instead of my usual S-sized, i still love it!

YAY! 230406 was my favourite Sunday in the month of April man!

2006-04-28T01:24:00.000+08:00

I'm notorious in Singpost.

And the new iPod still isn't working... I sent it for servicing so i'm stuck with a crummy old discman for the next week...

Who buys CDs nowsadays?

2006-04-25T23:43:00.000+08:00

Banana Republic

Introducing the one and only, the absolutely amazing, the thoroughly mesmerizing...

The Banana Binger!

No bananas and humans were hurt during the making of this video...

That was one of my presents from JW by the way... And i love it!

I apologise for the lack in updates...

Been 24/7 busy and tired of late...

2006-04-25T12:38:00.000+08:00

I AM FREAKING PISSED OFF WITH SINGPOST.

So pissed off that i'd blog about this even before the lovely Sunday i had...

A few days ago, i called Singpost regarding their iPod exchange service. As my nano is still under warranty, i can have it changed one for one if there's something wrong with it.

Apparently my iPod is screwed up, so i called and was informed that, yes, they have stock and yes, the delivery man will deliver a brand new nano for me.

I also requested for a change of my USB cable because the problem with my nano is that it cannot be charged by plugging it to the computer and so it might also be the fault of the cable itself.

So the delivery man came down today and that was when my nightmare started.

The man made it seem like i had to sign the delivery form before i could open the package to check it's contents. He was like "You sign first, then u can open to check."

Stupid me.

When i opened the box, i immediately noticed that instead of a USB cable, the one lying in the box was a firewire cable. And any stupid fuck knows that the nano cannot be used with the firewire. Yes, it can charge, but i can't transfer files or songs through that cable. What's the point of providing me a cable that is fundamentally useless to the mp3 player?

Not only was the delivery man unapologetic, he kept repeating that he doesn't know anything about this. Yes, of course you dunno, but i just told you what gundu!

Another thing that pissed me off was that when i asked him if i could try the firewire out, he had the cheek to tell me "I have alot of deliveries to make, i have no time."

Fuck you understand! You're not the only one that's busy, i have the computer technician coming down at about the same time plus i have to go down to my aunt's place to help out.

At this point, you might be saying that all couriers are like that... So what? Does being a delivery man make you so important that you can do your job like fuck? Where's the basic courtesy man?

Seeing that he had to rush off for another delivery, i compromised. I told him to take back the firewire cable while i retain my possibly faulty USB cable. I'd rather keep a cable that might work than one that has no possibilities of working...

When i said that to him, he immediately stopped calling whoever he was calling and was visibly relieved. What the hell, where's the pride in your work. If i was a courier and i made a wrong delivery, i'll sure as hell ensure that i sort it out there and then and apologise furiously.

Ok, that was just the beginning.

After i closed the door on the fucked up courier, i glanced at the release form that i was holding and got a shock of my life! I exchanged my 4GB iPod nano for a freaking 2 GB one! Fuckanathan!

I immediately flung the door open but the courier had already left. Now that i think about it, i feel so stupid. I should have just taken the next lift down to try to catch him. But then again, the computer repair man (who was so so so so much more courteous) was taking the NEXT LIFT up already, so i had no choice...

So i called the Singpost iPod exchange hotline from my handphone but no one picked up. I must have called like 5 times. I started to suspect whether this was all a fraud. The next time i tried, i used my house phone and lo and behold, i got through to a Malay guy...

At this point, i was so pissed that i literally demanded an explanation from him.

Apparently, the serial number of my old nano reflects that it was actually a 2GB one, that's why they exchanged it for a 2GB one. But i'm 1000000000000% sure that all this while i was using a 4GB one because i have 3.5GB of songs and obviously they all can't fit into the 2GB iPod.

I concluded that it's either the error of Apple itself that labeled the iPod incorrectly (though highly unlikely), or that the peson who took down the serial number when i first called heard wrongly...

Either way, i don't care. I just want my old 4GB iPod back!

The Malay guy taking my shit assured me that he'll get the courier to deliver my old iPod back to me in exchanged for the new one back.

THEY BETTER DO IT OR THEY WILL GET HELL.

You can mess with me, but don't mess with my music.

2006-04-23T23:32:00.000+08:00

A Tiring But Fruitful Day...

The title machiam like primary school compo writing liddat...

Today, i...

...sang some kbox for free...

...ate Selegie Road tau huay which was yummy...

...kissed some cows from Ben & Jerry's...

...and went to Stonegrill to fill my belly!

Met up with many many people from many many different aspects of my life. Got some presents and some treats, and some catching up in between...

Updates will be given, just be patient and it'll be written...

2006-04-21T21:51:00.000+08:00

Pulls Hair Out In Disgust!!!

People who know me will know that i am sua ku king when it comes to technology...

People who know me will also know that i cannot live without my music...

So you all will realise how horrible i am feeling now that my iPod screwed up on me...

Cannot charge or else it'll discharge!

I'm gonna exchange it for a new one on Tuesday... Hope it works ok by then...

My schedule is packed for the next few days...

Saturday - Camp
Sunday - Kbox in the morning, Stonegrill at night.
Monday - Camp
Tuesday - Computer tech coming down to take a look at my rattling fan and Singpost person coming down to exchange iPod, both from 9-1pm, going over to my aunt's work place from 2pm onwards till late.
Wednesday - Camp
Thursday - Someone's day off
Friday - Camp
Saturday - Nothing planned! Free at last!

See how disgusting my schedule is?

Kboxers, please meet at 10.30am at Douby Ghaut(how to spell?) MRT station, or 11am at Paradiz Centre itself...

Stonegrillers, please get back to me asap about the details...

Oh and have i mentioned that i hate doing up the computer? No?

I HATE DOING UP THE COMPUTER!

2006-04-20T00:00:00.000+08:00

20 Years Ago On This Day...

I came into this world, deaf, blind and covered in blood...

Yes, my birthday is on this day folks! Don't cha forget!

So far, Zheming, Calvin, Joshua and Weibin have wished me...

Anyway, i got myself a new Compaq desktop for a discounted price... Someone won the set in a lucky draw and didn't have a need for it, so i'm buying it...

So i went down to collect it and the person installing the Windows for me had some hentai in his portable hard drive. He was like "ni yao bu yao (do you want)?"

I said yes, for the fun of it... Haha!

Now i have to keep it away from my brothers... The guy happily saved the videos under the folder "Cartoons"!

On another note, there's something i have to confess...

I am actually an addict.

I am addicted to...

I normally wouldn't buy such expensive tees, but ever since i went there and bought 2 tees for the idol thing, i've fallen head over heels with this brand!

I was at Wisma and just walked into the store for fun.

I left the store with another tee, the loyalty card in my wallet and the satisfaction of having joined their mailing list!

Chloe is Topshop crazy, i am a FCUK addict!

And it helps when i look good in their S sized tees!

Muahahaha, ego inflates...

On yet another note, my nano is totally making fun of me.. When i brought it to service, they found nothing wrong with it, but i still can't seem to charge it!

No charge = no music = no life!!!

It's pretty much confirmed that my 3rd party USB adapter is spoilt... I need the Apple one! But that would cost a bomb!

-hint hint-

2006-04-19T10:44:00.000+08:00

I Ran My Lungs Out...

And i actually passed! Yes! All 70kg of me! I ran 11.49mins!

One station which i nearly failed was, what's new, SBJ. I jumped twice and didn't make it to 216. So while waiting for everyone to finish jumping, i did a few tuck jumps before stepping up to the mat again.

Swing, swing... And i'm OFF!

Bam! I landed and my head jerked violently forward, successfully smashing my brains to the top of my skull, giving myself a terrible splitting headache that lasted for at least 5 mins...

But at least i got 221cm this time...

i've been feeling bitterness quite alot these past coupls of weeks.

What's new? More problems have arisen and instead of backing off to give me more power, he's reluctantly giving up and, being the sore loser that he claimed to be, he's making it seem so sarcastic...

"So how do you think they should be punished? Or you think just talk to them nicely? You go do your own way la..."

So i do, and when i'm done, i got pulled aside again and told, "I think you should have done this and that la la lo lo...."

Ok, i'm sorry that i'm so inadequate, but i'm not the kind of person who can handle people... I'd rather befriend them then command them... And it's not helping that the people i'm supposed to command are one of the only ones that i can talk to without feeling that i'm being judged...

And what happened on the bus... Well! I'm speechless! No one bothered! So many of you guys around me and not one decided to do anything? Well, this sure adds to the feeling of being alone... I'm reverting back to my JC1 days, where i felt like i have no friends and i have to fight it out by myself...

I'm a very sociable person my nature, and it pains me to feel like i have to keep things to myself... To feel that everyone only cares about themselves and others, anyone but me...

I don't wanna feel this way, and i sure don't wanna vent it here, but where else can i turn?

It's the eve of your birthday boy, relax and enjoy yourself!

How too when i'm so affected by the stuff in camp?

2006-04-17T19:18:00.000+08:00

Powerless and Peerless.

By a weird twist of fate, my IPPT is tomorrow...

Screwed...

Someone tell me, should a superior make friends with; and get close to their subordinates?

Should a teacher make friends with; and get close to their students?

Should a leader make friends with; and get close to their followers?

Because that's what i'm doing...

I'm feeling all bitter again... Someone talk to me!!!

2006-04-15T23:38:00.000+08:00

5 More Days

I think i'm very weird... I don't prepare for it, then when the day comes, i just disappoint myself...

It's not like it's a big thing or anything, but at least there should be some fanfare involved right? It's not like it's the same as every other day, where you just go about normal day-to-day stuff...

It's an important event for pete's sake!

If i can get what i want, i'll definitely be very happy on that day, but chances are i most probably won't...

Sigh...

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I hope i pass my IPPT...

What? You guys didn't think i was referring to my birthday did you?

Yea, my IPPT falls on my birthday... How nice is that...

NOT...

2006-04-15T17:26:00.000+08:00

Dae Jang Geum

I told you i'm turning into an auntie!!!

I'm actually trawling the net for stuff on the show...

A parody on the song, Onara...

If you can't view it you can go HERE...

Below are some advertisements by the cast of the show...

A Korean sesame drink commercial...

A Korean cracker commercial...

You really have to watch the show to enjoy these clips...

I <3 Da Chang Jin!

2006-04-11T23:36:00.000+08:00

Zap Zap Brain Cells

Just got home not too long ago.

I've been helping my aunt out at her tuition centre because it's like exam period soon and there are lots of administrative stuff to settle, worksheets to type out, various school's exam papers to sort through, lots of shit to photocopy etc etc...

I actually sorted through countless CA1, SA1, CA2 and SA2s and filed them all up according to subjects today... Can you believe i took 5 hours just to finish filling 10 of those bigass ring binder type of files!?!?

I have never done so much filing before... I don't even file my stuff when i was studying...

I never wanna touch staples, punchers and ring binders ever again.

I was looking through some of the exam papers and got quite a shock when i saw the Science paper.

There was this open ended question that went like this..

Identify part X and state it's functions.

It's a PRIMARY 5 exam paper!

I took Bio in VS and i can't even remember what are those...

Then, while i was filing the English papers, i saw this comprehension passage that looked like an advert calling for kids to join some Singapore Junior Idol thing, and it went something like "Wanna be the next Taufik Batisah, Sylvester Sim or Olinda Cho?"

I was like wtf... Sian...

Then my aunt taught me how to use the scanner in her office, and i got a little crazy with it...

The lights was damn harsh on my face la, never left out a single flaw!

I edited the photos some, if not really not fit for public consumption la...

The scanner tends to stretch out the face because it's meant to copy images flat on the glass and not curved... I tried scanning my face the other way around but it couldn't come out right...

My face damn bloated man! I shall go play with the scanner more next time...

My auntie was like "YOU SIAO AR! GOT ALOT OF RADIATION ONE YOU KNOW???"

I just kept on scanning... I think i killed like a million brain cells today...

But i think the fact that she made me type CHINESE worksheets killed more brain cells than me scanning myself...

2006-04-11T11:40:00.000+08:00

Trash Talk: For The Terminally Spiteful.

Why does everyone think i'm sad? I'm not!

Really! Goodness...

Watched Miss Singapore and Superband simultaneously... Both shows were so bad i couldn't bear another second of it...

Miss Singapore was like, disappointing. Why does the not so pretty girl always win? It's like i can go Orchard and throw a rock and ta-da, it'll hit a prettier girl. The runner up had much better features... I mean, not that i'm being nit-picky, but please, it's a pageant. They are supposed to be untouchable and unattainable beauties, not petty girl-next-doors. They are fugly by pageant standards.

Or shall i say my standard of how pageant standards should be.

Superband was so... How should i put it? It should be renamed Superbland... I only watched about 3 or 4 bands perform.

Before i started foaming in the mouth...

That was when i had to leave the room. I mean, argh, can no one sing? I'm sorry but yea, didn't seem like many could...

this is where it starts getting bitter...

Now that i've passed out from the "pass out phase" in camp, life's pretty good... Except for someone who has to keep watching over me with his hawk eyes. I mean, please, it's only human to err... Even though i'm so much more senior than the batch after me, i can't possibly be the one that spots every mistake and does everything perfectly what.

What's more, i've spilt with my batch. All this while we were all in AD1, all of a sudden i'm in AD2. Ok fine, everyone's pushing me to go over. I'm there now. Happy? Pro-active my ass. I've forgotten everything since i haven't been over at AD2 for a few months. I'm not smart, i admit. I can't remember nearly everything. The only thing i can remember is the fence route. OK?

I've about given up on some people. Seriously, why bother informing me about stuff that has already been settled and/or over with? If you all are fine with each other's company, then go ahead, i don't need all this crap about all the deserter nonsense. Just stay over there and leave me alone la from now on. How about that? Sounds good?

I've got to admit, i rather enjoy being in AD2. No more quiet evenings at least. Everyone can talk to each other and it's like a less toned down and more zai version of shift A. And i've found out something about someone that i'm so gonna dig further. Some confessions are due and maybe more gossips, but let's see how it all pans out in the end yea?

The introduction of new people in the camp really makes it all the more interesting. New characters to be explored. I have high hopes for at least one of them. Not bad not bad i would say... The other is quite questionable... Havn't seen him work yeat but he sure looks intimidating... Can you imagine the hulk, but black?

If you've read it all, and you happen to think you're one of the people involved, i'd like to say that, no, i would not like to talk about this anymore. I gave up trying to fit in, i'll just do my job and by March next year, i'll be gone...

What shit have i just rambled? I need to get wasted...

2006-04-09T22:34:00.000+08:00

Top 28

And i'm not in it...

From what i heard, some people in it don't sing very well, but they look good.

If you're not goodlooking/cute/hunky/weird, even if you sing like your voice is digitally edited, don't even think of making it please...

I told someone this and he told me to be weird then. I know he said that because i can't be the first few adjectives.

THANKS AR!

2006-04-07T01:56:00.000+08:00

Searched Keywords

My counter has turned up some funny searched keywords that ended up directing visitors to my blog this month.

There's "ariel and prince eric" and "peek a boo bikinis".

Then, there's this one, "olinda cho" stupid butch. Oops, but i didn't call her a stupid butch, the words were from different parts of a paragraph.

Another one would be "field defence squadron rp blogspot". The funny thing is that when i Googled it, i found no links to my blog. Instead, there were a few from Boon Kian's. When i searched it on Yahoo! (no such thing as yahooed), my blog was the first on the list.

Hmmm....

2006-04-06T19:36:00.000+08:00

Weather Forecast For The Day: Downcast.

Apparently, all my bottled up emotions was too much for my body to take, and a blood vessel burst!

I was admitted to hospital early this morning due to complications.

I have to stay overnight for observations. I might need brain surgery to permanently remove the memory that has scarred me.

JUST KIDDING LA!

It was my brother, who had quite a bad case of asthma...

Although he kept complaining of shortness of breath, he still could jump up and down the ward.

2006-04-06T00:19:00.000+08:00

Blink And It's Over

4th April 2006.

A date i'll remember.

What i remember about it?

All that waiting. In vain.

Arrived at Mediacorp in the wee hours of the morning (7am!).

We had to do lame filming.

Went up to a coach which drove around the area. Had to wave at all the cameras that we saw.

Then had to film us alighting and looking happy to reach our "destination".

Had to redo that scene. The first take was screwed up by the first guy walking the wrong direction.

The second take was nearly screwed up too.

Sat around waiting for something to happen.

Got spilt into 13 groups. I was in group 4. I was group ic.

Fara kept calling me leeeeaderrr. I think that's cos she couldn't remember my name.

Our turn to audition.

I was up first.

"Hi my name is (insert name). I am the Singapore Idol because (insert lame reason). I'm gonna be singing (insert bad song choice) by (insert random artiste)."

Comments were normal, normal, normal, just normal.

Our group was the last second group to finish auditioning before lunch.

Ate at the canteen. Conclusion, the mee pok sucks.

Went back to wait for other groups to finish auditioning before we could get the results.

Waited till damn sian, went to a corner of the room to lie down.

Suddenly, it started raining.

So nice, but no use.

And the ceiling started leaking!

Many people moved away cos they were getting rained on.

I stayed because it didn't affect me.

Gurmit Singh came and laid down beside me.

Ironic that he thumbed up a reject.

"Wah, i've been missing out! So comfortable!"

I wasn't even wearing my spects and there was a camera in my face, while i was lying down!

Finally, they announced that the last group was gonna go in.

But the rest of us had to go for dinner before the results.

Chicken chop was not bad.

Went back and waited somemore.

Was entertained by Gurmit and Daniel Ong. They really should do stand up comedy.

Results time.

"When i call your number, please step forward. Those that i did not call, congratulations, but your journey ends here."

My number wasn't called.

Exited from the rejected side.

Interviewed by Daniel Ong, who said i didn't seem very affected.

I wasn't. I kinda knew it. And i just wasn't there.

I didn't feel that i had the right mindset for this thing from the start.

If i had wanted to win, i would be much more distraught.

Like Grace, who was bawling her eyes out and even had a camera follow her into the toilet. I actually envy her. I was so emotionless.

I was there just for the experience, and i've got it.

I became more like myself after i got the verdict actually.

All the photos of actual people were taken after the results.

Daphne is so tiny! I had to stoop quite low to take a photo.

All in all, it was a fun experience.

If you ask me whether i would do it again, i'd tell you most probably not.

Maybe after i ORD. Juggling camp with Idol is a friggin' stressful thing to do.

Especially with all the histrionics from Encik Yeo.

2006-04-05T01:11:00.000+08:00

Congratulations, but this is the end of your journey...

Yea...

Don't worry about me, i'm not exactly sad or anything, just a little bewildered at the outcome. Maybe it's a wrong song choice on my part. Maybe i look too plain (read: boring).

I'm just sorry to disappoint, but i didn't expect myself to go this far anyway. Furthermore, since day 1, i've been saying that i was there solely for the experience.

Winning is a totally different ball game.

I'm kinda relieved actually, cos now i don't have to worry about all the shitty camp logistics that's giving me a headache.

But sayang la, i only got to wear my first outfit... Haha...

Took a few photos (but only with those that didn't make it) that i'll post maybe tomorrow.

Please don't ask me how i feel because i'm fine. Really.

I'm on leave tomorrow though. Anyone wants to date an idol reject?

2006-04-03T21:32:00.000+08:00

THE LION, THE BITCH AND HIS WARDROBE.

First outfit to kick off the "wrongness" in me.

Second outfit, to tease.

Third outfit, to wow the socks off the judges, IF i even get that far.

The white blazer isn't the only thing i borrowed. I borrowed shoes from Joshua too.

Hopefully, you guys won't be hearing from me much for the next 3 days. If you do, i would have disappointed loads of people...

2006-04-02T23:07:00.000+08:00

The Day After Tomorrow...

...is the 3 day Theatre Auditions. Gonna take half day off from camp tomorrow to prep for it. I have to reach Mediacorp freaking early in the morning.

Finished buying the stuff i'm gonna wear for the 3 days (if i get through, that is), and i'm quite happy with the purchases, although it burnt a gargantuan hole in my pocket. Hopefully, it's worth it. I don't wanna have spent so much money and time and effort just to get kicked out on the first day, even before i get to the hotel.

I'll put up photos of my outfits tomorrow.

So i've settled on what to wear, but i haven't settled on what to sing!

It's either One Last Cry, Ain't No Mountain or Think. Although i prefer the first song, i've received negative responses from a couple of people saying that the song is too boring or i sound too operatic. Bah! But taking into consideration i only can sing 1 verse and 1 chorus, it's a little hard to fa1 hui1 la...

During the briefing, we were given a cd of 3 songs to learn for IF we get through to the second round. We would then be split into groups and then sing one of the 3 songs. So we were told to go home and learn up the 3 songs, which i haven't done. Shit.

Just finished watching Campus Superstar. Goodness, all of them are so juvenile. Horrible la. Zhiyang is really cute in a i-wanna-pinch-his-cheeks kinda way... Glad he won, although i never watched a single episode before this.

Gosh... I'm worried about MY own fate now.

So shit.

2006-03-31T12:48:00.000+08:00

Happy?

No more zombie. If you wanna look fairer or darker can tell me also... Haha!

2006-03-30T00:03:00.000+08:00

The Briefing

Instead of doing good, it made me feel more stressed up.

Things i need to borrow by the 3rd.

Discman
Recording device
shoes
clothes

I'm gonna have to borrow clothes cos i currently only have like 1 day's worth of clothes, whereas i need 3 sets for the 3 performances every night. For those who aren't in the know, the next audition, which is the theater auditions, will span over 3 days, from the 4th to the 6th.

I need to take my off on the 3rd to prepare for the auditions which start at 7.15am(!!) on the 4th.

Met up with dearest mabs for awhile after the briefing for some chit chat at TCC.

She had the oreo frap while i had oreo milkshake.

There's alot of things that i'm just bursting to tell, but have to reserve. We were cautioned on the NO BLOGGING ABOUT IDOL policy. So nobody will know if i get through to the next round or not until Idol comes to the telly.

But of course, if i get kicked out, i'll whine to the world so that EVERYONE would know.

So yea, you'll figure it out.

2006-03-28T14:59:00.000+08:00

Horoscope

Monday, March 27, 2006

Aries:

Some people are born great, and others have greatness thrust upon them. You, lucky thing, actually fall into both categories. Stop denying the star quality that makes you inherently you. Step up to the plate.

Well, that was nice...

Bought a shirt from Topman. Nothing great, just something to wear over the tees. Spent money again.

I really should get a blazer... Or shouldn't i...

I'm confused. I want one, but someone's telling me i look bad in them. My eyes caught sight of a nice white one, but the sleeves too long, need to alter. And the price too high, need to lower.

Chloe, i need your discount card! That's assuming if you even read this.

In the middle of a lovely lunch (Looking for a different place to dine? Go to Changing Appetites at Marina Square, next to Carl's Jr. The cheesecakes there are absolute heaven! Not to mention the main courses. I had the Baby Back Ribs and it was just simply delightful!), Glyn from Idol called me to remind me that there was a briefing tmr. Like how could i forget?

She told me to prepare 3 songs and to tell her the titles by tmr too!

Crap!

Feeling a little panicky now. But just a little...

2006-03-27T00:20:00.000+08:00

It's Getting Late

So i'll make it a quick and random entry.
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For some reason, i totally adore my current msn display pic although Josh said FCUK + Levi's does not = Fashion victim.

I helped Mabs make one too!
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Went running at the stadium today with the parents. I ran a sad 6 rounds which was 2.4km and i failed. But i shall keep running!
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I told my dad that i wanted to get new clothes. He gave me $200. I pestered my mum and she gave me $50 more. I'm a horrible person. But i'm also a horrible person with renewed spending power. Now to get a jacket/blazer and more accessories! Heehee!
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I helped my brother with his lantern making for art. The nice floral and circular prints come from photoshop and adds quite a festive mood to the overly bright colours. It's supposed to be a CNY lantern for pete's sake.
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I found this book at last, thanks to the lovely Woodlands Lib staff for directing me. It was in the non-fiction section! Bah!
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I want to have a good body, but not as much as i want dessert.
-Jason Love

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No more la...

2006-03-25T00:02:00.000+08:00

I'm So FCUKed

In the midst of sexing myself up and revamping my wardrobe, i spent $247.50.

Bought these French Connection tees.

Small size!

I can't believe i got persuaded into buying them... I'm so gonna need to work out now...

I bought the jeans that i was wearing too!

I am so gonna burn...

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In hell...

2006-03-22T17:10:00.000+08:00

Running With Scissors

I'm so in love with Augusten Burroughs.

-Le sigh-

Just finished reading his book, which basically is a memoir of his life in his twenties,

Dry

which i unearthed in a pile of unwanted books and bought for $5...

Went to the library hoping to find more of his books, namely

Running With Scissors

which is yet another memoir of his life as a child (yes, i know i should have read this one first, but how was i supposed to know!).

Instead, i found this!

Sellevision

I'm so addicted to his genre of books. Sorta like male chick lit.

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Anyway, i was browsing through CDs and i saw something surprising...

Keisha, Mutya and whatshername.

Remember the Sugababes? I totally <3 them!

Sugababes with new member Amelle

Apparently, Mutya, the original lead singer, left last December.

So they yanked this new girl Amelle in and promptly released a new version of their latest album, Taller In More Ways. Keisha must be damn happy being the lau jiao in the group. See, she even have extra things on her head!

I saw the new cover and the first thought was, "What the freak!? Why the fat one now so thin???"

Even though i'll still love them, i kinda miss the original lineup of girls...

Keisha, Siobhan and Mutya.

All of them had that exotic look to them. That's what got me into them in the first place. Their rojakness. That and their irritating stuck-in-my-head song Overload.

Train comes and i know it's destination,
it's a one way ticket to a madman situation.
Train comes and i know it's destination, (yea yea yea!)
it's a one way ticket to a madman situation.

Ahem...

Then Siobhan left and that infuriatingly plain girl, Heidi, took over. It was quite a sad moment when i saw the album, Three, with that girl with the silly plaits (honey, look at the camera like the other two please).

At least they had the sense not to get another normal pretty girl this time. Amelle, of Moroccan descent, sure looks promising. Maybe they just need to have chocolate, caramel and vanilla in their lineup.

Another one of those indistinct girls and the group would be called Atomic Kitten.

Just have to get used to not listening to Mutya's vocals anymore.

(I'm sure many of you out there have no idea what i'm blabbering about. I'm like one of the few who's a fan of Sugababes. Not a big fan, but a fan nonetheless.)

2006-03-20T21:22:00.000+08:00

Top 100 Auditions.

There was a boy.
A very strange enchanted boy.
They said he won't go very far, very far.
Over land and sea.
A little shy and sad of eye.
Went very far indeed.

That little boy, it was me.

I thought i would just join this madness for the fun of it. For the experience. Never did i think that i would make it past the first round, and even to top 100.

Yes, i fantasized about it so, but never did i dare hope it could actually happen.

Introducing my entourage.

Taken by the skilled photographer, 1555 (that's his ref. number, whose hands shook so much while holding the camera.) There's (right to left) Alvin therapist, JW publicist, Colin fashion consultant, Mabel cheerleader, and KW the bitch. I'm my own manager.

When the rude crew guy called my number to step out, i heard him mutter under his breath, "so many people ar"...

Yes, why cannot? It's the minimum what.

I was a bundle of nerves. It was 9am in the morning and my voice was not exactly tip top. Everyone was brought into the HDB hub's auditorium, but not before "Contestants please step away from your supporters and follow me. Supporters please follow behind after the last contestant".

Crappy! I was alone! No entourage to cover me from media scrutiny!

In the auditorium, i got my seat and was told that this was gonna be my "group". It was the second group, consisting of 5 strangers, me being the last stranger.

Just then, i heard singing! At the foot of the stage were cameras and someone was getting interviewed. Suddenly, he broke into song, somewhat in tune. It dawned onto me that everyfreakingone had to go through that! After successfully avoiding being interviewed for the first audition, there's a freaking compulsory one now. With singing even!

I felt my heart leap. I was not ready to sing. Too early! Too unprepared! Soon it was my turn.

"You know what to sing right?"

Can don't sing?! "Yea."

We were informed beforehand that we were to sing our 2nd or 3rd song choice.

"Do you have any supporters? Do you want to call them down to say something?"

Cheerleader said something cliche (what else is there to say but cliches?), everyone stunned for a minute before cheering loudly for me (i wasn't in the picture, i snuck off).

After that, i tapped a frazzled crew lady on the shoulders, "Can i go to the toilet?"

"NO CANNOT! YOU CANNOT GO! YOUR TURN SOON!"

What. The. Fuck.

Soon enough, my "group" got shuttled out of the auditorium to the holding area.

Gurmit Singh, Daniel Ong, cameras, lights!

Gurmit did an interview individually. One guy was a storeman, one girl didn't make it the first time round so she's back, one guy just ORDed from MP, one guy was still studying.

My turn.

"Hi, what is your name, what are you doing now, what song are you gonna sing, wow it's a powerful song, why are you singing that song, good luck!"

Everything was a blur. I was nervous. No, i was more then nervous. I was a wreck!

The group started getting smaller. My turn loomed nearer.

Storeman didn't make it. It was a tie on the girl but sorry, no. ORD personnel too plain. I didn't get to hear about the student. It was time!

Opened the door. It was a small dark space. There were 2 crew members huddling in the corner.

Suddenly, a curtain that i didn't realise was there was pulled aside and i got shooved into the actual room.

"When you enter the room, you will see a Singapore Idol sticker on the floor. Stand behind the sticker and face the judges. Never look at the cameras."

I remembered the lady's words and walked towards the sticker, stopping just before i could step on it.

I looked up.

Dick, Florence, Jacintha, Ken.

Grim faces stared back at me. Waiting. Silence.

"Uhh, my name is insert name and i'm singing Ain't No Mountain", looks around, "can i start?"

Throughout the song, not a single one of their facades cracked. No encouraging smile telling me to go on. No appreciative nod of the head. Nothing.

It wasn't until the toughest part of the song, "cos you were my giiiiiiirrrrrrllll" (a high note held for a long time and followed by an even higher scream) that i saw an ever so slight upcurling of Florence's lips.

So slight that you'll miss it if you weren't looking for it.

"Ain't no mountain hiiiigh enougggghhhhhh... Ya."

I still can't believe i ended the song with a "ya".

Dick Lee:

"Ya?!?! You can sing, but you just look so wrong. You know, i want to start a group with all these people who dunno how to dress and you can be the lead singer, because i like your voice, you've got a clear powerful voice. But you just look so wrong... Oh what the heck, yes!"

"Thank you!"

Florence Lian:

"Yes, you look very wrong. You're like the typical Singaporean who doesn't know what to do with yourself. But let's see what the makeover can do for you, you know, like Clay Aiken, who started out wrong too. So i say yes!"

"Thank you!"

By now, everything was a blur. 2 of the judges said yes! OMG!

Jacintha Abisheganaden:

"You have to sex yourself up and come back to the next round showing us something different. Yes!"

"Umm, pardon?"

Ken Lim:

"I hope you dress nicer the next time. Yes!"

"Thank you!!!"

I was at a loss for words. All of them said yes!

I stood there, rooted to the spot, half expecting someone to shove the golden ticket into my hands, but nothing happened...

I went back the way i came in, which was through the curtains into the dark cramped corner.

I saw the same 2 crew members. I whispered to them, "Now what?"

Then from behind his back, one of the crew whipped out the golden ticket (it was more like a yellow cardboard though)!

OMG! I couldn't stop thinking OMG!

The door was opened and i could see everyone outside waiting in anticipation. Gurmit, lights, cameras, my friends.

As Colin said, the moment was like slow motion.

I started squeezing through the door (because it could only be opened a crack), my left side coming out first.

As i was holding on to the golden ticket with my right hand, i could literally see everyone holding their breaths! They could see me, but where was the golden ticket?

The moment i flicked my right hand out from behind the door, the world exploded in screams! But i was freaking oblivious. As i walked towards the camera, Gurmit came up to me and stuck out his hand to my face. I shook it and he asked the standard questions.

"How are you feeling, what did the judges say, how are you gonna change, how do you think you can be sexier?"

I was literally floating. This was not happening to me...

I followed a crew lady, with my entourage behind me, to another holding area where i was to wait to go into this room for yet another interview.

There, i saw the student waiting. I subconsciously shifted my hand so that the ticket was obscured by my thigh. Almost immediately, the door to the room opened and out came the ORD personnel. He saw my ticket and congratulated me, which was nice of him.

I was now alone with 2 crew members. Made some small talk with them and it turned out that they were my age and they got to be Singapore Idol crew members because they were currently studying mass comm in poly.

I so so so wanna do mass comm.

They also told me (surprise surprise) that i was the first to get through today!

Anyway, it was soon my turn. I went into the room and was made to stand before the Singapore Idol background. I was told to say something, anything into the camera. My mind was blank. When the camera started rolling, i opened my mouth and started spewing gibberish. I was word vomitting, and what made it worse was i was actually giggling!

I was told that i had to attend a briefing later this month which was on the theatre show next month, where we have to stay at a hotel over 3 days and go through more auditions.

The thing is, there's elimination every night. It would be quite sad if i were to take leave for 3 days just to get eliminated on the first night.

I would freaking cry.

Anyway, after the interview, i went back into the holding area to get my things and there was this girl standing there holding a golden ticket too! I went up to her and gushed while shaking her hands.

"You have! I also have! Yay!!!"

I could tell she was in the same state of mind as i was. It was like being intoxicated.

And guess what, it was only 11am.

What did we do for the rest of the day? Lots.

Get updates from the blog that i mentioned in the last entry cos i sure ain't gonna do it tonight...

2006-03-20T01:44:00.000+08:00

It's Over...

And i'm in!

Top 100! OMG! OMG!

-fans self with hands-

Please don't expect a proper entry until late tomorrow night though...

Meanwhile, you can go to HIS blog for updates... I'm gonna post up something very similar also anyway...

(JW, i'm freaking directing traffic to your blog now... And i wan the pictures!!!)

2006-03-18T23:01:00.000+08:00

It's Not Over...

A few people asked me if the audition was today. JW even smsed to say that he thought he missed it. That kinda scared me a little too...

Unfortch, it's tomorrow.

There's no dress code la, but there'll be cameras around and there might be a chance to appear on national TV, so i'd advise those going to at least wear something presentable.

Our dear KW could actually sms me asking if he could wear slippers and berms. I could have screamed at him.

I'm meeting my posse at 8am at Toa Payoh for breakfast and some chit chat. It's damn early and i bet most would be late. I should be sleeping, but i can't get to sleep. I'm feeling the nerves all of the sudden.

I didn't even sing anything today...

Instead, i spent the entire day glued to the tv.

I've finished watching Kim Sam Soon! I totally <3 the ending!

I'm really turning into one big fat auntie. The kind that watches Korean dramas.

But i still can't stand those weepy ones set in the present (but not so present), the image abit the fuzzy and yellowish, the storyline so cringeable (guy and girl meet, guy and girl fall in love, guy and girl realise they are actually siblings, guy and girl torn apart).

Oh please, give me some fiery-tempered, loud-mouth, uncouth fat woman anytime.

Next up, Da Chang Jin!

Why is it that the Korean dramas that i find appealing all involve food?

Anyhow, i saw something in the show that looked like the recent DRAG PICTURE of mine.

Ooooh, what a fierce picture.

Wish me luck folks! I'll try my best! (:

2006-03-16T23:00:00.000+08:00

$10, so cheap!

I've been kinda devoid of any inspiration for funny entries of late, so i'd just blog about retail theraphy once more!

Walking around Orchard can make me feel really broke, but sometimes, i get the occasional feeling that i can buy everything and anything i like and this was one such occasion.

Of cos, it also helps that the things that i wanna buy are quite cheap.

Got dragged into Carrefour unwillingly and ended up being grateful. There was this great mess of books deep in the middle of the hypermart all going for $5 each.

After much digging, i unearthed the first book, Dry (which happens to be good). Feeling rich, i decided that $5 was pathetic (i wanted it to be a nice and round number) and set out looking for another book. After passing by Enid Blyton and Jeffery Archer, the metallic red shine of the horoscope book caught my eye. So bought it, i did! $10 for 2 books, so cheap...

Walking around somemore brought me to Marina Square, to a tribalesque shop called Smokeapelli Rastafari. It's the kind of shop that i could go wild in seriously. Everything from the bracelets to the earrings were so buyable. Too bad i vowed not to pierce my ears. But hey, vows can be broken, and this shop might make me break mine.

Isn't the small little pouch just too adorable to let go off? Hanging on a rack by the entrance, it was the first thing that caught my eye. When i walked into the shop, the multi-coloured braclet just beckoned to me. I had to get them both!

Incidentally, i'm starting to dress in more colours recently.

In secondary school, fashion was but a foreign language. I dressed in whatever clothes come my way, usually from departmental stores that my mum frequents. Shopping was a chore that was best left to the womenfolk. My shirts were either dark blue, grey or black, totally devoid of imagination. I can also remember the baggy jeans craze that accompanied that period. Goodness, what were we thinking.

JC was my enlightenment. Shopping became fun, a staple in fact. Slowly, i learnt how to speak fashion. Colours bloomed out of the rainbow. Street shoes, check. Contacts, check. Hair carefully styled to achieve that casual windswept look, double check.

Now, it comes down to berms and tees. Plus accessories. Always accessorise. Bracelets are a must for the non-watch wearer. Necklaces, not so. They make me itch.

I bought a necklace anyway, just cos it looked nice. The total cost? Yes. $10.

I thought i had many accessories.

Turns out i only have a few? I dunno. You guys tell me.

That doesn't stop me from being trigger happy, taking narcissistic shots left and right, hoping to find the best frame.

Stupid fool, this is your best shot. You didn't have much to choose from. The rest ranged from plain to downright whore. This is the only pretty shot we could find, and we had to edit it heavily. The background. What were you thinking? Did you want to take a dump? You have no neck! You should know your flaw by now and work it to your advantage. Have you not learnt a thing since you came here?

This is what happens when i try to evoke a Nicole. Relying too much on pretty.

This only applies to camp people:

*Sgt Chua says:
he was looking at disco lights just now, planning to buy them.

Sgt Chua says:
i think he wants to open a club with BH at his house.

this stupid fool says:
huh? his house very beeeeg ar?

Sgt Chua says:
i dunno, i wonder what he's gonna name the club.

this stupid fool says:
he can name it 7802.

Sgt Chua says:
LOL! LOL! LOL!

Sgt Chua says:
banned from entry JS especially! and XJ and ZJ!

...

*conversation is approximate because my farking com had to restart before i could copy and paste here.

I feel so witty. And Joshua had to remind me that 78% of people that did my Johari found me witty...

Anyway, next auditions on Sunday. Yes.

THIS. FREAKING. COMING. SUNDAY.

Screwed as usual.

As of now, it's Ain't No Mountain, Your Song, Let's Stay Together and Close To You.

2006-03-14T16:32:00.000+08:00

O.M.G.

I just realised something.

I look like a freaking butch.

2006-03-13T00:02:00.000+08:00

My Lovely Sam-Soon

Just started watching this show on dvd. I must say, it's quite addictive. Finally, something to keep me awake and occupied during midnight sentries!

Even the name is wider.

Kim Suna, the actress that acted as Kim Sam Soon, put on 10kg (or so i've heard) for the role. I can so totally relate to her character, whose mother stopped her from drinking plain water by saying, 你连喝水都会变胖！ (You can get fat just by drinking water!) Hilarious!

Otherwise, she's pretty hawt!

Oh, and she looks like the Korean version of Linda Cardellini, better known as Velma from Scooby Doo the movie.

Can't see the similarities?

See it now?

2006-03-10T12:03:00.000+08:00

No Signboard Salon

This was my hair in the morning.

It's different now.

Went to this salon (with no name) in Far East with Joshua.

I liked the guy that cut my hair, very friendly, and looks like Kenny Sia(the Malaysia blogsphere's version of Xiaxue, only hotter.), albeit with longer hair.

Run finish marathon, hair still so impeccable!

Yes, the guy really looked like that. And Kenny looks hot with long hair no? Click on his picture to see him in his actual hairstyle!

The poor guy was cutting hair nonstop throughout the day because the other hairdresser, who happens to be his wife, was gonna deliver soon and was at home resting.

Initially, we went up to the salon at 2pm but was turned off by the hairdresser's prediction that we had to wait for 1.5 hours. We made our way to the IT fair at Suntec and it wasn't until 6pm that we went back to the salon.

It was a pleasant surprise that the hairdresser not only remembered us, he told us that he had actually saved a spot for us if we were to return in time. And that was when he already told us that reservations were not entertained. It made me slightly embarrassed about coming back so late.

Anyway, the end result of my hair was alright, nothing to boast about, but his friendly demeanour more than made up for any grievances i had.

2006-03-08T18:03:00.000+08:00

Retail Theraphy

The T-shirt is from my fave shop in Far East called FRGL and it's purple!

The Reef slippers is my 3rd one of the same brand to date. Just love Reef slippers to bits!

The necklace is a gift from Taiwan.

It looks very Shopping King Shopping Queen... Love it! Although i'm more of a bracelet person myself...

2006-03-06T12:25:00.000+08:00

You scored as Journalism. You are an aspiring journalist, and you should major in journalism! Like me, you are passionate about writing and expressing yourself, and you want the world to understand your beliefs through writing.

Journalism

100%

Theater

92%

Psychology

83%

Art

83%

English

83%

Linguistics

83%

Sociology

67%

Dance

58%

Philosophy

42%

Anthropology

42%

Mathematics

42%

Biology

42%

Engineering

25%

Chemistry

What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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Is this my destiny?

-guffaw-

2006-03-04T19:35:00.000+08:00

Vigor, Vigilance, Steadfast!

Thousands of people walk into Orchard MRT daily. So many that you might never see the same person twice.

So many, but i still kena. So suay...

You must be thinking, "Kena what?"

I'll tell you i kena what...

I KENA RANDOM BAG CHECK!

Disgusting!

I was going back home, minding my own business, and as soon as i walked through the gantry, this MRT staff approached me.

"Can you follow me over there for a random bag check please?"

At least, that's what i thought he said. As usual, my iPod's earphones were stuffed in my ears. What i heard was actually, "mumble mumble random bag check mumble..."

I took one look at the person,

chucked my bag at him,

and ran past the closing doors of the train, away from the MRT staff and the pirated DVD's in my bag.

...

Of course not.

Luckily i could deduce that he wanted to check my bag, and immediately followed him to a table that was obscured from view by the lift.

I plonked my freakingly huge bag (cos got all my camp stuff inside like uniform and even boots!) on the table and started to open it, steeling myself for a thorough search through my belongings.

Instead, i heard the muffled voice (my earphones still jammed firmly into my ears) of the man saying, "Ok, thank you sir."

I was a little stunned and tittered nervously, "Er, ooookkk", while zipping up my bag, it's contents untouched.

Was it because i was carrying such a huge bag that i came under the suspicion of being anything but a law abiding citizen?

I know all this is done to safeguard the MRT's from any potential terrorist attacks or whatnot, but why me?

Except for the missiles (which are photoshopped), i positively look like a deer caught in the headlights!

Do i look anything like a terrorist huh?!

p/s, you guys didn't think i really took all those photos in the MRT station did you? Goodness, how embarrassing that would be. Of course i took the photos myself, in my own room, with the camera's timer function and then photoshopped the background with pictures of MRT stations that i found by Googling "MRT STATION SINGAPORE".

I know you guys think i'm thick-skinned, but i'm not THAT thick-skin ok!

2006-03-02T18:41:00.000+08:00

That Time Of The Year

I'm talking about the release of the A Level results yesterday, and the subsequent application to the local Universities.

Yes, i've asked some of my juniors how they fared, and few were actually happy with their results. They made me remember how disappointed i felt when i got back my own results. Even though i knew i deserved it, a slap on the face is never nice.

However, determined to get into a local Uni, i was.

Desperate, in fact.

So desperate that i applied for every single Uni, and for courses that seemed the easiest to get in, like FASS and NIE. Of cos, for what i took in JC (Arts fac + no maths), what i could choose was limited to those choices anyway. Forget about Law or Communication Studies. In my mind, all i wanted was to snag a spot in a local U first. Anything else can wait.

I applied for as many discretionary criterias (to enter the uni without looking at my academic, but at my other talents or achievements) as i could find, went for every single interview that was thrown my way, and basically just begged the interviewers to take me in. I must have went for 3 or 4 interviews, all of which i aced because they all offered me spots with them. And not to forget my bubbly personality and ability to make anyone feel at ease.

Did i just say that out loud? -pukes-

Anyway, in the end, i chose NUS FASS above everything else. Hell, it's the natural path for Arts students (and a dumping ground for Sci students) anyway.

But this year, it's a totally different game. I'm applying to get into Communications Studies, or Mass Comm, as it is generally known.

Yes, of cos i know it's a tough course, why else did i not try to get it last year? Since i've got a place in NUS already, there's no harm in trying right? I don't mind if i don't get it.

Really (not).

2006-02-28T18:34:00.000+08:00

Much Ado About Rations.

Have i ever told you guys that i hate the SFI food that Army provides us? Not only does it taste horrible, it looks like something the cat regurgitated and it's expensive too.

At $5 a meal, i'd rather eat Mac all day and die of obesity.

What makes my experience with SFI food worse is that due to the nature of my work, we're not able to go to the cookhouse to have a proper meal (and by "proper", i mean eating off plates and bowls using forks and spoons while sitting at the table on a chair). Instead, we get out-rations, which is basically just the food da bao-ed in styrofoam boxes.

You might think, "Wah, shiok dun need to go to cookhouse for meals", but you're so wrong. I'd rather make the trip down anytime.

That's because at the cookhouse, you get syrup water. The closest i get to syrup water in my base is when the water cooler breaks down and has a funny taste.

Another thing is that the food served in the cookhouse is vastly different from the ones we get for out-ration. For example, if breakfast for that day was noodle soup, the out-rationed breakfast would be 4 slices of gardenia bread, kaya and hotdog. If on another day it was roti prata with curry, out-rationed breakfast would be a hotdog bun, a hotdog and kaya. Basically, "same same, but different" sums up the food we get through out-rationing.

Also, the food is always cooked and packed in styrofoam boxes a few hours before it is actually consumed. This meant that the food would be stewing in there, the heat trapped in the box, without any means of escape. You would think this would be good as it helps keep the food warm, but the vile and vomit inducing smells that escape the ration boxes when we open them are not of this earth.

The styrofoam boxes that serve as the package are also harmful to the environment because when styrofoam breaks, the greenhouse gas, methane, gets released into the atmosphere which then contribute to global warming.

I personally feel that the only thing keeping SFI out-rations away from eternal damnation is this.

Yes, this is the most wonderful cubular creation since the dice.

This is the most coveted night snack in the whole National Service.

THE PINEAPPLE TART!

My dad brought home a whole carton of it the other night, because of some hugeass event at the Esplanade (cannot say anymore, sensitive) where he was incharge of rations.

Goodness. My eyes bulged, mouth watered and heart ached for this wonderful snack. It's so wonderful that once, during the night shoot for range, we were supposed to get it for our night snack but the sergeants kept them all for themselves. Those sluts.

However, upon closer inspection of the carton, i realised that i was wrong!

Apparently, SFI didn't make these night snacks! Perhaps SFI should really be condemned...

p/s, i didn't intend for this entry to be entirely on SFI, but i guess i felt really strongly about it.

2006-02-28T16:54:00.000+08:00

Have You Read?

Today's edition of The Strait's Times?

I have...

Especially Digital Life.

Where a few blogs were featured blogging about the Tammy incident.

Mine was one of them.

Now can we please move on to more important news, and leave Tammy alone?

And can everyone keep their bedroom activities in their bedrooms?

2006-02-26T22:35:00.000+08:00

RaNdom Entry

Here are the rules:

Rule 1: List 5 weird or random things about myself.

Rule 2: List 5 ppl whom u want to do the quiz.

Rule 3: Next, leave a comment "you are tagged" on their blog and ask them to read your blog for rules.

First weird or random thing:

I can't stand drinking coke from the bottle or the can. I have to pour it out into a glass of ice first before drinking. I don't know why i do it, but i do. Maybe it's to let out the gas or something...

2006-02-24T10:50:00.000+08:00

Another E-mail.

Hi,

My name is Melissa and I write the blogs of the week column for the Straits Times. I just wrote to tell you that I would be featuring your blog for next week's blogs of the week, as I am using blogs that talk about the Tammy incident.

Usually, I would give you some time to decide if you want to be featured or not, but I'm afraid this week I'm working on a very tight deadline. I hope you understand. In any case, I just thought to let you know that your blog will be featured.

Cheers!
Melissa Lwee

Haha! Like i was even given a choice...

2006-02-22T21:49:00.000+08:00

EXTRA EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT!

There's a new scandal that's rocking the blogsphere, and that's the latest NYP sex scandal.

Apparently, a cheerleader called Tammy recorded herself having sex with her bf on her phone, which was then stolen/lost and it's contents got uploaded to the internet, ala the Paris Hilton sex vid.

It's caused such an uproar in the blog world that the top searches on technorati (kinda like a search engine for blogs) are "Tammy nyp" and "nyp Tammy"...

I personally think, what the heck is wrong with everyone? It's not like they're underage. Or homosexual. Or incestuous. They're just a couple engaging in an activity that's quite common, even though no one talks about it openly.

I mean, you look at babies all around you, haven't you wondered where these children come from? Yes, they come from two adults engaging in what is commonly called, sex.

Then you look at the parents and shudder.

But why? Sex is as common as taking the bus or MRT to school or work, just that it's not as openly discussed, BUT IT'S STILL THERE!

Is Singapore still as conservative as before?

Can sex ever be discussed openly?

All we can do is hope that nothing worse happens to this girl, Tammy.

And i thought my display in TNP was embarrassing...

2006-02-22T19:28:00.000+08:00

Haven't you heard?

You guys heard of PayPal? It's an account-based system that lets anyone with an email address securely send and receive online payments using their credit card or bank account, and it's the preferred payment method for eBay auctions.

According to tinkertailor, Google has created a new online payment system to rival it and get this,

they're calling it GBuy.

Just think of all the fun we can have!

"My GBuy can make money on the internet!"

"You want the money isit? I'll shove it up your GBuy!"

And while we're on the subject...

This poster can be seen outside Breadtalk outlets...

Do you see what i see?!?!

Milk-C looks like a certain part of the female anatomy. Dunno what i'm talking about? Go Google the word "labia", and try not to grimace.

Hahaha... Sorry, just couldn't resist it...

2006-02-20T23:24:00.000+08:00

Fisherman's Wharf

Located at Circular Road, was where i had my lunch today... With a blackboard touting it as the "Best Authentic Fish & Chips", i had to try!

Ordered the Fish & Chips set, which includes a drink and coleslaw, and a choice of either chips or fries. I'd suggest the fries cos they taste better. The chips just taste like a soggier version of the fries.

While waiting for the food, i took the opportunity to take some photos.

The interior was surprisingly cosy for something this open. (it's located right by the main road)

Every table had it's own bottle of chilli or ketchup, and also,

a bottle of vinegar, which i had no idea what i was supposed to do with it.

Edit: I now know that it's for removing the unpleasant fishy smell, if any. Thanks Colin!

After finishing half a can of coke, the food finally came in baskets. What a good excuse not to wash up...

Ahhhmmm!

Verdict? 6.5/10.

Why? Despite the ambience, and the nice furniture, the main thing i was there for was for the food, and fish was a little let down...

It didn't taste very fresh, and was even a little on the tough side. And the fish kept poping out of the breaded layer la! So i ended up having to eat the fish and the outer layer seperately, which kinda defeated the purpose of it being breaded fish. It was more like fish & chips & breaded layer.

But seriously, you guys should just go try it for something new. It's quite a change from hawker center anyway... And at less than $20 for 2, it's quite a bargain, what with drinks and coleslaw too!

I'm like giving free advertising! I should be getting paid for this, or at least a free meal!

2006-02-20T12:09:00.000+08:00

The Opposite

If you haven't done my JOHARI WINDOW, shame on you! Go do it now!

If you have done it, i sincerely thank you from the bottom of my bleeding heart... And please tell me which nickname you used... (who the heck is scratchy???)

There's another window in the market and it's called the NOHARI WINDOW, which is simply the total opposite of the Johari.

While the Johari lets people pick out the good qualities, the Nohari lets people pick out the bad ones in you.

Do mine HERE! Be as bitchy and honest as you can.. I'm strong enough to handle it.

I hope...

2006-02-18T23:28:00.000+08:00

Not much of a food blog, this is.

Since i only remembered to take photo only AFTER licking the bones clean.

Urgh, am damn full now... Went dinnering with Colin.

Rong Guang, situated in a hawker center opposite Queensway Shopping Centre has the BESTEST stingray ever!

Can tell by the way i we even ate the bones... I also recommend the Tofu Prawns. The sauce is oh so thick and sweet to perfection.

Who says guys can't achieve multiple orgasms?

2006-02-18T12:40:00.000+08:00

Funny Email - Got this email from Xiangmin

Why Singaporean teachers vomit blood:

B- C+

REDO - too frivolous!

This so reminds me of the time Mab was teaching the normal stream students English.

She gave them compos to write and they sound something like the above two examples. What got us really tickled was the line that this girl wrote,

"One sunny day, the sun was shining."

It became our msn nicknames for a period of time, mine obviously being, "One rainy day, the rain was falling."

------------------

Totally out of point, but...

EH! I think you guys must have missed it, what being squished under a wordy entry...

Here it is again!

Do for me can?

Thanks! (:

2006-02-16T19:43:00.000+08:00

Pretty much sums up my day...

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
never go out today?

VinoVino says:
nope

VinoVino says:
wanted to run but

VinoVino says:
but

VinoVino says:
i fell asleep and never got up!

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
RUN?

VinoVino says:
as in jog

VinoVino says:
as in exercise

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
U

VinoVino says:
as in WOW-something-he-has-never-done-before-in-his-entire-fucking-life

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
ya

VinoVino says:
i do have bouts of exercise fever,where i go downstairs to swim/run/feel fat

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
y go downstairs and feel fat?

VinoVino says:
cos gym = mirrors and mirrors = reflection

VinoVino says:
and everyone noes my reflection = fat

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
u swim + run + gym wor

若一心给却意冷心灰那多累 says:
pro eh

VinoVino says:
every once in a while...

VinoVino says:
blue moon being the apparent term for "awhile"

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I suddenly feel that my previous posts are like picture overloading, and it's getting a tad out of hand. I should try blogging in WORDS once in a while, but it's something i seem to have lost touch with. It's so much easier to put up a picture and a caption, or to write a story with the pictures aiding in imagination. I'm starting to lose my flair for storytelling with just the average nouns, pronouns, adjective and, my personal fave, verbs...

My English teachers must view my blog in disdain, if they even know of my blog's existence...

However, to blog without pictures, i have to have a general direction in where my words are going to lead readers. This means that i need a topic! And with my life a drag as it is, topics are few and far between...

However, i have something i'd wish to clarify now, and i'll do it here even though it'll be little heard...

It's the article on Idol Bloggers that Mr Miyagi wrote on today's Today... And he quoted a dissatisfied customer,

"So what if you're the next Singapore Idol? Some real, good talent was sacrificed along the way because they didn't look good enough for TV..."

I beg to differ.

I look nothing spectacular. In fact, i'm a sight for sore eyes, or shall i say itchy noses? I feel that if one was truly good enough (ie, powerful vocals, unique sound etc), the producers would more likely than not give out that slip of paper with the Singapore Idol stamp of approval on it.

Disqualified auditioners most likely than not have unimpressive vocal prowness and/or may have rubbed the judges in the wrong way. The key: to make them laugh and feel at ease with you. At ease enough to let you through the next round perhaps? It's personality, not physical features that sets one apart from others.

It's true to a certain extent that weirdos and funny looking/acting people might get in, but it's all in the name of entertainment isn't it? I mean, reality television wouldn't be that successful if everyone looked like each other would it? I'm sure even programs like Survivor and The Amazing Race have hidden going ons behind the camera (but this is just an assumption, maybe contestants on both shows are really left to fend of wild animals in the jungles, be it natural or concrete)...

Another claim that she made was,

"There was absolutely no shade to be found where the participants were queueing; neither did I spot any paramedics."

Shade can be manually administered. Hello? Umbrellas are not only used to fend from the rain you know? It might be embarrassing using the Hello Kitty (just saying) umbrella that you brought, but it sure beats roasting yourself in the hot morning/afternoon/evening sun right? It's a choice not to bring/use an umbrella, so no complaining!

And oh, the fact that you didn't spot paramedics must mean that there weren't any help for contestants who would feel dried out from all that Vit E? So does that mean whatever you can't see doesn't exist? So if i close my eyes, would the world cease to exist? NO. And the fact was that there were Red Cross personnels around the holding area, just that not many people might have realised it because more than half of the people that came on Saturday itself did not make it to audition!

However, i'd agree with the fact that the locations of the queue was quite terrible, if i'd say so myself. Queuing for more than 12 hours under the hot sun can be quite taxing even with the umbrella.

But i'm not complaining, i did my auditions on the day itself, and i'm satisfied...

(I hope i don't sound like i'm verbally bashing up the person who made those comments... It's just my 2 pence worth...)

2006-02-16T11:37:00.000+08:00

Johari Window

-Got this off Jean's blog.

I want to know how you'd describe me - pick the five or six words from the list HERE that you think describe me the best. (You can set up your own Johari Window afterwards, if you like.)

2006-02-14T01:13:00.000+08:00

The Loveliest Date

From Chloe to me, and from me to you...

And from me to that special someone...

Happy Valentines Day everyone...

2006-02-13T14:37:00.000+08:00

My First Foray Into Stardom.

I woke up on Sunday to an sms from Zheming (campmate) that reads something like this, "eh, your picture is in new paper..."

I almost flew down to the nearest 7/11 and purchased the paper.

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE HORROR I FELT WHEN I FLIPPED OPEN THE PAPER AND SAW THIS?!?!

I wasn't digging! I was SCRATCHING!!!

Imagine the New Paper editior, shaking his head and thinking, "Poor guy caught digging his nose, but no choice, this is one of the pictures which has the most ordinary looking people..."

It's so weird that when ordinary people get caught ~~digging~~ scratching their nose in public, it would seem disturbing, but when celebrities get caught scratching their nose, the public and/or press would be so filled with wonder at this superior being doing something so mundane that they wouldn't be able to get enough of it...

Can you imagine what would happen if i became famous a year from now?

Reporter 1: Look over there! It's the famous Junyi scratching his nose in public!!!

Reporter 2: Yea, you're right, it is him! Quick, let's go closer to get a picture!!!

Me: Gasp!!! It's the paparazzi, and i bet they thought i was digging my nose in public!

Me: Nooo! Please stop taking my picture! Please! I have a reputation to uphold!

Saying this, i would start to run away, with the reporters hot on my heels...

What am i doing joining Singapore Idol anyway, they should just start a Singapore's Next Top Model... LOL.

....

What a nice fantasy...

I hope i don't go down Idol history as the guy who was ~~digging~~ scratching his nose and got caught on New Paper...

Throughout the day, so many so many people just kept smsing me to ask me whether it was me and to tell me that it was a bad look... I know, ok!?!?

When i went to the family lunch at my aunt's club, my mum wanted to bring the paper, but i told her my cousin would do it... And just as i predicted, the first thing my cousin said when he saw me was, "Eh! Why you dig your nose???"

Aiyah... EVERYBODY reads TNP la...

I don't wanna join the ranks of the Steven Lim, the Banana man, the Pink Lady and the Silent man...

I'd be called the Gold Digger...

2006-02-12T23:16:00.000+08:00

Idolitator

To everyone of you who has not asked me yet...

Yea, i got through to the next round of auditions...

But let's start from the beginning shall we?

I arrived at Cineleisure at 6am, all thanks to my dad (the same one that wouldn't drive me to see the doctors when i had fever), who woke up to drive me... I was so surprised that he even suggested it the night before...

Seeing as there was no queue, i proceeded to sit around feeling all awkward...

No queue... What was i thinking?!?! By the time i realised that the queue was at THE OTHER SIDE of Cine, it was about half an hour later...

I was so shellshocked that i forgot to take a picture of the hundreds of people literally lying down on ponchos and groundsheets within the barricades... Apparently, the lure of being the second Singapore Idol was still strong enough to induce overnight camping...

So i trudged all the way to the end of the barricades, and then past it, joining the people standing on the grass outside of the barricades... Gross, imagine if i had joined the queue immediately, i might even be within the barricades...

Soon, a freaking long queue started forming behind me...

Anyhow, once the person at the front of the queue started packing up (not that i could even see the front of the queue), EVERYBODY started standing up to pack up... The queue started moving, but it was only because people standing equals more space as compared to people lying down... That was around 7.30am...

Soon, i was happily within the barricades, and still moving in! Yay, no more wet grass!

At around 9am, Colin, who was with me since 7am, had to leave due to work and i was once again left all alone...

Left by myself, i was quickly bored and started looking at the queue behind me...

Wah! It was 9am and there were still people outside of the barricades, even after the crew made us stand 2 by 2 (luckily never ask us hold hands)! There were even people standing on the side of the freaking road...

By now, Gurmit Singh and Daniel Ong were on site to liven up the very much dead spirits in the people queuing up... Their incessant banter irritated more than lifted me up though...

I was so far back that i had to stand on my toes to even catch a glimpse of the hosts...

Can you even see the speck that is Daniel Ong?

All this while, i was smsing a couple of friends to come down to keep me company, but i guess i wasn't important enough for anyone to bother... Oh well...

I was all alone...

I guess my RP duties really helped me... I was standing all the way from 6am to 11am... It was like a super siong sentry...

Finally i had company... Yeo Yang (Choir junior) came down around 11am... At first, he only wanted to come in the late afternoon, just in time to register for auditions tomorrow, but since i was alone, he decided to just come down to accompany me, even though he only had like 3 hours of sleep...

Appreciated your company man...

Especially because i had to go to the toilet...

As time passed, everything became a blur and soon, we fell into a cycle of standing up to move 3 steps, sitting down for half an hour and standing up to move 3 steps again...

It was hot, humid and everyone was damn bored...

So bored that i asked YY to look for white hair on my head...

To my horror, he yanked out 2 strands of white hair! I'm always the one helping people to pull white hair, how can i have white hair myself man!!! Getting old liao...

Soon, we went back to the mundane wait, and as we got closer and closer to the front, i spotted a trend... The further in front we went, the more rubbish was seen... I guess it was because the further in front it was, the earlier the first few people came to queue, therefore more rubbish accumulated over the longer period of time...

I felt as limp as the overnight salad in the picture...

Soon, we were literally sitting among the garbage...

At around 5pm (yes, it had been THAT long), we finally saw the light...

The crew guy who calls out the queue numbers that were issued to us earlier...

Around an hour later, my number was called and it a whirlwind of activity ensued (actually, all we did was to go to one place after the other to register, and wait, and wait somemore, but compared to what we did the entire day, it was a whirlwaind of activity indeed).

Soon, i got the number that would be my identity for the next few hours...

Go buy 4D!

If you noticed that i'm wearing different clothes, you're very observant. This picture was taken after the whole thing. During the auditions, i already nervous enough, so no mood to camwhore. But i got the nice crew lady to write a new one out for me since the one that i had to stick on my shirt was crumpled already...

Oh, in my nervousness, i still managed to take one last shot of myself in the holding area at the 9th floor of Cine, where the auditions were being held...

It was in that very audition hall that i made up my mind to just fuck whatever i had wanted to sing and just whack with "Ain't No Mountain", Diana Degarmo style... Forget about "Your Song", or "This is the Night", i was gonna do it my style, loud and proud...

At the last holding area, we were told specifically NOT to look at the camera, which was positioned in the center of the room, but at the judges, who were on the left of the camera...

I walked in and the first thing i said was, "Hi, you guys must be tired..."

There were 2 judges, one male one female... The guy replied, "Then you must be even more tired..."

And i went, "Yea lor..."

I then procceeded to give my name and the song i was singing. After given the green light to start singing, i started to look at the microphone that was ABOVE me, instead of the judges...

And to think i was worrying about looking at the camera...

After belting out "Ain't No Mountain" (which i went out of tune for the last note cos i started out too high and ended even higher), the judges asked me somemore questions like what time i had been waiting from, when will i ORD etc, and somehow, i felt quite at ease talking to them, even to the point of making them laugh and saying that i zhao sia (went out of tune) for the last note..

Then the guy judge did something that made me stunned for about 5 seconds...

He told me to sing another song!!!

I literally froze on the spot for 5 freaking seconds (go count it, it's quite long considering there's a camera pointing straight at my face!)... I know i was supposed to prepare 2 songs, but all along i thought the judges would want to get it over with quickly and so not bother with the second song...

In the end, i told them my other song was "Your Song" and i went about mangling it like how i said Christopher did in the first season, but worse... I was totally unprepared to sing it and did a terrible job man...

Then, the male judge did a second thing that stunned me... He asked me, "If we call you back to audition for the second time, can you sing the first song that you sang for us just now?"

I was like thinking, "DUH! Are you gonna let me through?", but what i actually said was, "Um, yea sure..."

That marked the end of the auditions, with my first song out of tune and the second badly mangled... The crew ushered me to the results area where i had to wait AGAIN until everyone in my group was done auditioning before we could find out who would be in or out...

Ok, you guys know what happened after that already... I better stop now, i'm sounding so incoherent! This totally doesn't sound like how i would usually write... It's already 4am already!!!

Shall blog about the new paper thing soon...

2006-02-12T10:57:00.000+08:00

DO NOT BUY TODAY'S NEW PAPER...

Burn em' if you have...

Updates tonight... I promise...

2006-02-12T00:55:00.000+08:00

Last Minute Decision.

Ain't No Mountain

Listen baby

Ain't no mountain high,
ain't no valley low,
ain't no river wide enough baby.

If you need me call me,
no matter where you are,
no matter how far,
Don't worry baby.
Just call out my name,
I'll be there in a hurry,
you don't have to worry.

Cause baby there,
ain't no mountain high enough,
ain't no valley low enough,
ain't no river wide enough,
to keep me from getting to you babe.

No wind, no rain
Oh winter's cold, can't stop me baby
Oh no darling, cause you were my girl.
Ain't no mountain high enough,
ain't no valley low enough,
ain't no river wide enough,
to keep me from you.

Ain't no mountain high enough.
Nothing can keep me,
keep me from you.
Ain't no mountain high enough.

I decided to just fuck it and sing this (oversung) song just minutes before my audition...

Luckily for me...

Shall blog about everything tomorrow, or rather, later...

2006-02-10T21:17:00.000+08:00

Let's use the word "screwed".

"Moondance"

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
Anytime I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
Anytime I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love

This is the song that i hope to sing for the thing tomorrow...

So far i've memorised the lines in bold......

...

I'm screwed.

2006-02-09T00:14:00.000+08:00

Waiting to get Mobbed.

Depending on the context of the word, getting mobbed might be a good thing, or it might be shit... Getting mobbed by fans screaming your name at the top of their voices is a good thing (although some people might beg to differ), but getting mobbed by Army is a different matter all together...

It's short for mobilisation, which is the act of assembling and putting into readiness for war or other emergency; ie, mobilization of the troops...

We're happily waiting to get mobbed.

I'm at Joshua's place right now, cos his place is nearer to camp and also cos ~~his father can send me to camp~~ we can share cab... We have to rush back to camp within 2 hours upon getting the much anticipated phone call that would start the mobilisation of the whole of TAB you know...

It better be tonight man... When i said much anticipated, i really mean it... We've been anticipating it since last Saturday... And i don't wanna be touched from tomorrow night onwards... They better mob tonight or i'm gonna scream BLOODY MURDER!!!

And i still dunno what i'm gonna do for idol.

2006-02-06T15:36:00.000+08:00

The Novelty...

CNY eve was spent in camp, and the next day was spent at my grandma's house.

It's a tradition in my family for all the relatives to gather at my grandma's place for almost the entire day and eat, talk and gamble the day away... Collecting ang baos are also made easy cos one visit could settle it all.

I had no interest in gambling with my uncles and aunties (can't match their expenditure la), so i went to play with my cousins, most of whom are below 10 years old... By play, i actually mean get bossed around, beaten, pushed and yelled at of course...

And yes, the novelty of being ablt to do .gif files hasn't worn off yet... I hope it does soon though... My blog is becoming a one-stop entertainment center...

Anyway, i wanted to put up the pictures we took at Chloe's place yesterday, but my com is now in an unstable condition and shuts down as and when it likes... So, not photos yet...

Go read THIS ENTRY from Jianwei's blog everyone... It's something i so would do and i think it's quite a laugh... I look so unglam conpared to Melvina, the Botswana's next top model...

2006-02-05T00:21:00.000+08:00

The Reason i Screwed the Hiatus...

Wah! Ang pao from KW's mum!

Let's see how much is inside...

O.M.G.

It's not that it's ALOT...

It's just that..........

Edit: The mum called to apologise. Profusely. And she got KW to give me the money that was supposed to be in the ang pao.

2006-02-01T00:07:00.000+08:00

Screw the Haitus.

Something happened last night that made me decide to make a comeback barely 4 days into proclaiming that i might go on a haitus.

But i won't be blogging about it now because i need the photos from JIANWEI...

Speaking of you, i thought that i wouldn't be blogging about anything other that what happened until i saw on your blog that you freaking dedicated half of your entire entry to me...

That entry is titled "Revenge is Sweet..."

I absolutely HAVE to reply to it...

As far as i remember, the sequence of events weren't in that manner... But my memory is nothing to boast about so i might have gotten the timeline wrong...

I don't remember being in a cold war with you when i did that picture (should i put it up here? better not...)... Yes i remember being in the cold war, but it was with the entire gang, not only with you, and it was because of some stupid argument we had (i remember it but it's too dumb to even be worth mentioning)...

At that time, we were all editing photos with paint for fun and i think it was BEFORE THE COLD WAR... I did a WK/Lady Deathstrike one on top of that Spooge Hurls one and Alvin did the KW/Legally Blonde one, on top of his other lesser known works...

Anyway, you got your revenge by editing my face onto that dancer's body, but i gotta admit, i don't feel as pissed off and as traumatised as you felt then...

And to prove it, i helped you make that picture of me even better!

Ta-da!

I can make it even more lifelike if i have the original photos of the dancer and of my face though...

P.S. please go read the said blog entry if you are currently thinking, "HUH?".

2006-01-27T18:14:00.000+08:00

Degeneration

My energy for blogging has wanned a fair bit...

I still owe you guys the finishing entries for Bangkok (which i can't bring myself to do anymore), a preview of my specs (on my face) and proper entertainment...

It's been a looong time since i put up a blogbuster, one that requires readers to leave their brains at the door and just bring along their sense of humour...

My last brainless but entertaining blogbuster was put up on October last year. I must say, i was quite happy to garner many positive tags from it...

I like to be praised... Who doesn't? And since i blog to entertain, and not for my own personal diarial purposes, being praised means being appreciated...

Call me silly, but sometimes, i wish to have as many people reading my blog as the various blogerities out there like Xiaxue, mrbrown and Kenny Sia... I have a standard list of people's blogs i read, and i always read said 3 blogs after i have read all my friend's...

As they say, keep the best for last...

I think i might go on a haitus once again, to recharge and hopefully, to get back my humour and enthusiasm for blogging...

I'm sure i won't be too badly missed...

That said, i wanna wish everyone out there a very

GAY AND PROSPEROUS CHINESE NEW YEAR

and may all your wishes (of more hongbao money, to win at gambling etc) come true!

Ohoh... And before i forget, here's a shout out to Joshua! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE!!!