TV ideology

I finally puked after drinking hard liquor, beer, repetitively, sporadically. Guess I'm no stranger to going to people's homes whom i dun even know for dinner and stuff, no thanks to my good friend, mean. Yea so i got the tenant really drunk and got her throwing curses and finally really dead. Such events really cut down a few years of my life, i'm still feeling a little shitty with all the mess i gulped down, threw out, and the residue in my gullet. I'm sorry girl i got u so drunk, i won the battle of the egos. But winning isn't everything, quoted 'Robin' in today morning's Kids Central's ' Teen Titans ' presumably a cartoon about all the sidekicks. Enough of this bullshit.
Staying at home being a couch potato is really some luxury, add potato chips, a little ice-cream, lying down makes you real fat. I heard that watching TV burns even less calories than sleeping. Yea, so congrats for being a fatso who fuck your figure and health up. I mean myself.
I've never really been into english sitcoms like Friends, The Practice, Ally McBeal. Maybe their slots clashed with my dad watching his chinese news program. Hey but soon after i had 3 TVs at home, the living room's one was mine. And I started to watch reality TV, well, not really my type, maybe except the Apprentice and the first season of America's Next Top Model with Elyse in it. And maybe American Idol.
For those who don't have cable TV, same here, yea, you only actually miss out in 3 things. The sports channels, the MTV channels, and to a certain extend, Discovery. Gone are the old days when there was Premier 12 where they'll show EPL every week which is great.
TVB drama serials are so bloody addictive, topics in school. Even some of my nerdy friends watched the last 15min of Tian Di Hao Qing every day during the pre-prelim period. So many of them...Nan Xiong Nan Di, Tian Di Nan Er, Xing Shi, Yi Hao Huang Ting.. even those shown on sunday mornings.
Before there were all the lousy Taiwan teeny shows and the melodramatic Korean thrash, there were the Jap shows which is really pretty refreshing when it first started.
Then there's super sunday which is a must watch, which is now overshadowed by the Jacky Wu shows. Hey Jacky Wu shows are good, but they just dun have that family entertainment factor that super sunday has. Where the whole family can sit down and have a good hearty laugh, close friends too. Taiwan variety shows.
Of course, another shitty and thrashy show on TV is the WWF shit, which is pretty entertaining if u watch once in a while.
But you realise as you grow older, the later you go home, or the lesser time you spend at home, which means lesser TV time, or you'll probably just catch the shows earliest after 10. (Lesser is incorrect but it sounds better than less) You have already missed out the whole chunk. The graph then shoots up again after you're married, when you have nothing much to do but respite. watching TV, waiting for time to pass, yea that's for you pessimists.
Well there are truly memorable moments in TV that people will always remember. Classic.
Like the Mark Lee impersonation of Michael Jackson, the mere thought of it is pretty hilarious, good tip for chalets or barbeques when you all have nothing to talk about.
Then there is the Sunday girls of Super sunday.
Then of course there is my cameo in Qi Yue Qiao Jia Ren, which can still be seen in all leading family KTVs.

Feeling the end

The end of my fucked up exercise, which once again goes to show the credentials of the one and only SAF. Truly, nothing is done, nothing has been learnt, hell lot of time wasted, really, zero objective met. Well, maybe the officers and the senior specs brushed up their acting skills. Well done!
So December comes. I'm gonna pluck out my 4 wisdom teeth. The package includes a 7 day medical leave. Christmas. New Year's Eve and it's brother. Then there are my 6 days of leave. Therefore, effectively i won't be working much in that merry month. Cool. Great.
You could almost feel the end of 2004 which isn't a very good year for me. The sooner it ends, yea, fill in the blanks.
Yea, actually i shouldn't have started this. I don't have a topic. i'm pretty tired. There aren't many things to talk about anyway.
In the end, it doesn't really matter.

What the hell?

So I'm back for the night from my exercise. What a pleasant surprise. Bad news is my ear hole closed up, can't be helped. Was blowing things up in the sea this morning. Thanks to my mum, she forced the hole open again. A little painful, well, actually not.
My life in camp is really pretty shitty, on unfriendly terms with really a lot of people. OK, at least I have, say 6 people to talk to? Was talking to my friend earlier today and we're on this subject about religions, the big 3, Islam, Buddhism and Christianity.
He's really a profound thinker, a really devout and studious Buddhist who puts in effort to know about his religion, comprehend and analyse the teachings, an influential preacher to some extent. Of course, me being me, questioned and challenged about possible loopholes, flaws, contradictory ideals. I'm really very fond about studying religions cos they're such powerful tools in the history of humanity. Religion in politics. Politics in religion. Good and bad at the same time.
We were on this topic about heaven and hell.
There's this story about hell. In hell, people sit together and use super long chopsticks to eat. When they got their food, they try to feed themselves and in the process because of the length of the chopsticks, the chopsticks hit another person. Everybody who tries desperately to eat the food on their own chopsticks ended up hitting one another. Arguments and unhappiness arise, no peace and no nothing.
In heaven, people sit together and use super long chopsticks to eat. When they got their food, they feed the person sitting opposite them and vice versa. Everybody gets to eat their food, everybody's happy.
So what is hell, is it some place where it's super hot? the cliched ' May you burn in hell, or issit like Abu Ghraib prison where you get tortured like the Iraqis? My friend said that heaven and hell are just one of the many realms that exist. ' Yi nian zhi cha' determines whether it's heaven or hell. Or in english, just a distortion of intentions, yes, as mentioned, in the above analogies. OK, this is a too abstruse for you and me. But what i wanna say is, is this world we are living now actually hell without us knowing? Sounds absurd. But man, this may be living hell. I mean, look at the world right now. Just think about it, think of the stories about heaven an helli mentioned, digest it and try to get the whole picture.
Meanwhile, let's celebrate Sir Alex Ferguson's 1000th game in charge of Manchester United.
Or the Red Devils.

End of the week, start of the next.

It has been a wonderful ' finale' to the week, JC class outing was terrific for some reason. The combination of Fane, Ryan and myself is just very fun and funny.. hmmm..yea and of course miss goody goody yuetwan. Good news that Man United are back to winning ways, Taulfik in the Singapore Idol finals and The Incredibles was great. It was a great end to the week. Great stuff.
Step back to reality. Back to camp. Won't be home for another 6 days. Longest since last November. I can't believe it. Eating shitty food and little rest. Harbour defense that's it. Diving in the wee hours, searching mindlessly for fake mines implanted on ship hulls, propellors, shafts by enemy divers. Tough shit huh.
Every generation has something to identify themselves with. We have the handphones, telecommunications shit in the 2000s, the internet and emergence of computers in the 1990s, the end of the cold war late 80s, steady economic growth in the 80s, rock and roll in the 60s, world wars and the great depression between 1910s and 1940s. But those things are too big to identify yourself with. The best thing will be icons.
Icons, like movie stars, singers, politicans. But for the majority, it's the celebrities, cos you probably wouldn't care who Nikita Khuruschev was. Like the late Anita Mui, Leslie Cheung. Fans who have worshipped them, followed their lives, bought their albums, sang their songs, attended their concerts, grown up together with their celebrity careers. And suddenly to the consternation of the world, they vanish from the face of this world. A feeling of sorrow, bitterness, rancor of our fragile lives reflected so clearly on these people. Icons of their generation are in fact, their distant relatives and it's inevitable they feel bad about it.
There will come a time when Jacky Cheung dies and I will be so lost. There will be a time when Brad Pitt dies and I'll wonder where are all the good looking people. There will be a time when Li-lin dies and i will still be thinking why she married Allan Wu. There will be a time when David Beckham dies and newspapers will dedicate that entire day for him. That some day will come where all the stars, the rich and famous of our time will perish one by one and we could only think back of our youth, look back at our memories cos in one way or another, our lives with these people are so closely connected. It's still so many years from now before we get to that stage, i'm really just crapping. Maybe.
It will be some time again before i log on again. For those people who are addicted to this blog, i know it's hard on you. I know you're dying for more, but all good things come to an end. Good things always happen but bad things persists. People, we have to be strong.
Faith, if not logic and common sense will pull us through. au revoir.

Under and overestimating

Everybody is at one point or another overestimated or underestimated in their lives. I am understimated at my camp and overestimated elsewhere. Well that's not the point. I've told many of my good friends about my theory of first impressions. Nothing new, but I believe in giving people bad first impressions. Why? Cos if you slightly rise above your given sterotype, it'll be such a pleasant surprise for other people. The same can be said for people who give very good first impressions. Disappointments are easier to come by with just flaws here and there slowly revealing. Also, if you won't get to know that person better, what does impression count anyway?
I can't help but give people good first impressions or that's what i think, which is definitely not what i want. I am overrated and overestimated. Just because I was a fucking child star, people assume that i'm always acting. Yea I like to act and fool around and say crap, but in the end it backfires as being unreal, hypocritical? People view me as some deceptious, sophisticated, scheming person. I take that as a compliment but i'm really just a very very simple person.
What does it feel like if you wake up and you're someone else?
Being the only child ( only childs are all mentally disturbed, temperamental, psychotics, sad people with no one to play with but themselves at home in nursery years ), i always have a lot of fantasies about different things. Like switching identities with someone, like 2 persons becoming 1, like my crush's family all died and she has no choice but to stay with me since i'm her closest friend, like getting lost in a foreign land with someone I like and not returning back for many many years, like how I led Singapore to win the World Cup. I could actually play these stories in images and dialogue in my mind, word by word, not leaving out any single detail to make it as real as possible. Daydreamin that's right. But to that extent. Am I the only one?
Back to the topic, the real punchline is: it's ironic that you would love praises lavished upon you, but deep down you know that that person may be over-estimating you, thinking you as somebody you not really are, and you feel lost and insecure that you really are not what that person has praised you to be. Whereas for under-estimating, ha, it's just a reason to challenge and prove all the doubters wrong.
Bad impressions and under-estimation?
They're sort of negative things in a positive way.

Weirdo?

I was recently startled how few topics i can crank up with my soul buddy back in school. We went to different schools in JC, we went to different army camps but we always keep in touch and go out for the occasional drink and meal, soccer games or movies. His fascination and rhapsody with japanese anime, comics, computer games has been consistent through the years. We are kinda different people that get along real well and talk in depth about things that close friends don't.
I also met up with another of my friend, this time in JC, this time there ain't short of topics but a dinner at Tampines Mall ended up at his place where he fell asleep.
So are my friendship ties in shambles? Any problem with them? Maybe I'm the real problem. I'm the weirdo.
I'm not into computer games, i don't club much, i prefer watching main-stream movies with girlfriend not friends, not into comics, don't play pool much nowadays. Lan games suck. Quite no life.
I ENJOY going out having a chat with old friends over drinks, meals. The ultimate talk-cock king. I do the occasional KTV thing. I listen to my music, watch my favourite shows, read my favourite books and that's it. That's it to my life, which i'm pretty contented.
But still, maybe I'm a weirdo.
Then again, there's really nothing much to do. I dunno. What do you do when you're free?
Or, then again, I'm serving NS so perhaps all this idleness has gotten too much into me. Yea so probably it's just a transition in life.

holiday fever

Jose Mourinho's man has really got it going at Chelsea. First there were all the 1-0s, then as he predicted, the thrashings came. 4-0 and 4-1s to Blackburn, West Brom then Fulham. They WILL win this year's EPL and I don't think Arsenal may even come close. Frank Lampard suddenly looks like a champion, his attacking skills, astuteness, vision and shooting is reminiscent of the old Paul Scholes. He never seems to lose his touch nowadays, this ridiculously good form will no doubt carry him through the season. Contender for player of the year definitely. Claude Makelele, the old horse who has also won almost everything that has to be won as a player covers the already inpenetrable defence. On current form and potential, their midfield has to be the best. Damien Duff, a EPL player for many seasons still manages to fool opponents with his penetrating runs, trickery and skills. Arjen Robben is thinking like he's the next Johan Cruyff, slicing defences with his darting runs and possesses a venemous left foot. It's like having Ryan Giggs and Cruyff in the same team.
Petr Cech is keeping Carlos Cudicini out of the side. Two world class keepers in the same team. Enough said. John Terry at Chelsea is like Tony Adams at Arsenal, a potent weapon at set-pieces, strong and commanding at the backline. Ricardo Carvallho is living up to his tag as the best defender in Euro 2004. William Gallas is already a veteran in the premier league.
The front man? Didier Drogba has yet to impress despite all the hype. Eidur Gudjohnsen isn't really your type of a world class striker that Chelsea needs though he's still a very very strong and powerful striker. I'm putting my money on Serbia and Montegreno foward Mateja Kezman to score big in the English scene. It's still early times as he is not getting enought chances but he'll eventually come good. Afterall he was from PSV Eindhoven who has housed the best strikers the world has seen : Romario, Ronaldo, Ruud Van Nisterooy. With his prolific scoring rate at PSV, dun bet against him scoring the goals for Chelsea in the near future.
So why is this whole post about Chelsea and football? Football morons wun understand what i'm talking about. Oh well, nevermind. Man U no hope so dun let Arsenal win the title la.
I do agree with my good friend about my literacy naivety and so i'll work on it. If you're a betting man, bet against Man U cos they really suck now.
I'll tell you what i think about the world and life some other time.

Important and unimportant things

The super long holidays started yesterday after work. So the phonebook comes out, which friends to go out with, what activities to plan for. But these are unimportant things to some extent. Just like crazy people queueing up to get Halo2 of X Box, obsessed computer game advocates claiming on TV they will eradicate alien forces and eventually save the world. Just like viewers of the Singapore Idol casting their votes on the 4 finalists. (Please vote Olinda Cho out, the facially pumped-up replica of Ella of S.H.E. ) Just like my obsession of playing at least one minesweeper game whenever i turn on my com. ( Best scores : Beginner - 6sec, Intermediate - 32sec, Expert - 112sec ) But to my horror, it's these unimportant things that keep the people happy. The Bush victory, the death of Yasser Arafat, politics, bilateral talks between Thai and Singapore doesn't get the people excited. These are the important things.
Arafat, a seemingly innocous, benign looking old man dies at the age of 75. A terrorist. A Nobel peace prize winner. An uncompomising millitant. A symbol of Palestinian pride and drive. He is after all a long standing figure through history of violence between the Jews and the Arabs. A pain in the ass for American presidents. Yes, ideals and philosophy are the ones that ignites wars and disputes particularly in the last century. His ideals of fighting for a better future, pushing for independence for the Palestinian state are for a good cause just like what Chechen terrorists did when they kidnapped a Russian elementary school and took children as hostages, just like the 9/11 incident. Good cause, unjustifiable violence. Desperation. Finding peace in violence. Should we be worried or at least be concerned? What is happening to the world right now?Terrorble.No answers.
So as we await the results of the Singapore idol results show on our TV sets, other things are happening around the world. The important things or the unimportant things? The bigger picture or the smaller picture? Does the bigger picture really concern us anyway? What can we do even if we are concerned? Why not get a X Box set, kill some aliens and make yourself happier?
Haha. The world is so screwed in many ways.

New look

I just became a pai gia by piercing my left ear lobe. Great. Thanks to my good fren in camp who asked me to go along with him, if not i'll probably drag it till next year. Not a big deal anyway.
Got a letter from the government regarding the "human organ transplant" act.. 21years old the eligible age. Also the eligible age to watch R(A) movie, surgery without parental consent, or i should say anything without parental control. Sure it's the age where youth is fully embraced, where hormones go wild, where control is almost absoulte, it's also the bloody age of self-discipline and responsibility. Many times in life, you go about telling yourself to right the wrongs, psychoing yourself to train up, slim down, study hard, ace your exams, tell the girl, tell the truth, do something you really like. Half-heartedly, pessimism or being plain lazy lets us down. Meaning, maybe we really dun want it bad enough...The adults i've known so far have been disappointing, mainly parents, relatives. Irrational behaviour, ridiclously stubborn, back-stabbing, dreaming to make it rich, failed relationships, it goes on. Social ills. What's the difference a 14-year old rebel punkster with a morally flawed 40-year old with all of 40 years of life experience behind him(her)? I think i have to grow up fast. Many people's age don't tally with their maturity. Think i'm a few years behind, time to catch up.
SO? with the new bad boy image.. let's say i'm looking ahead, i wanna play the game and i dun wanna disappoint myself. Make things happen and never give up whatsoever. I dun wanna be a loser adult. A role model to some extent..heh heh.
Realise no more profanities in this whole post? That'll be a thing of rarity i promise.

Absolute repugnance

I didn't wanna watch it. I had no choice. I was playing mahjong at my friend's place facing the TV. The show : Huan Le Dian Feng. The team behind the show : J Team Productions or Jack Neo Corporation. I had to endure an hour long for all this nonsense flashing in front of me. I complained, I sweared and I cursed. End of the day, it didn't fuck me up. I decided to fuck it instead.
They keep emphasizing that it's their 6th or 7th season, some show that's doing oh so well, where it's just some residual product from the far more superior Taiwan variety world. The worst part of the show was definitely the loser contestants in the singing/imitating segment. They were all Malaysians desperate for their 15min of fame. This show was their platform. The first guy another of those R&B wannabe attempting to do a David Tao ended up singing worse than David Gan. Fucking he tries to potray that cool, suave image. Zero looks, voice, moves. You dunno how bad it was. The second was tryin to do a William So, heavy Malaysian accent, squeeky voice, sub-zero looks, you know the rest. The third was a mediocre performance by a 14 year old doing Theresa Teng. It was okay until the mother came into the picture and sang with her daughter. You mean they can't find talented people or people who can actually just hum a tune in Singapore and Malaysia? These people are just weirdos desperate to get on TV. Sickos. It's a cheapo show where the contestants can actually beg, cry and whine to get one of the judges to top up their scores. Seriously, fuck that. Another person in another segment thinks she's Halle Berry and wore a Malaysian made catwoman suit. Fuck that too.
Jack Neo is also getting me incresingly frustrated. He's acting as if he's the man with all the answers, the guru, the pace setter of the local film scene, the fucking award winning director. The forced professional views that he gives simply makes me wanna puke.
Henry Thia or "hui ge" as he is affectionately know is another eyesore.God knows why he is still around. Come on we don't buy repeated jokes used 10 years ago.. Creativity, Mr. Creative Neo. To think that "hui ge" claims i was his godson to the press 9,10 years ago...OK, you dunno about that, it's another story. I'm ashamed of my own plight. To think that i actually worked with this people when i was still a kid... Guess people like me must be swearing at myself too during that era.
It's not so funny anymore.