10,000 hits

Yes we got the record after nearly a year.
Hopefully we won't take too long to reach the next 10 000.

Oktoberfest 2005

I've been accused as a drunkard, an alcoholic, a wife-beater and a member of the Committee to Protect Beer Bellys. It doesn't really help when I have 20 over beer bottles, a bottle of wine and rum parading on top of my shelf. It also doesn't help that my key chain is an Erdinger key chain and my latest appararel is this Oktoberfest 2005/ Barons Strongbrew Black/Gold Polo T. I look even worse when my room mate has 'Friendship Forever' as his poster as compared to my 'Girls kissing.co.uk'.

I'm not an alcohol addict. I just look like one. But actually I don't. I look more like a smoker for some reason. Smoking is cool, there's no doubt about that. But I don't see myself smoking cos maybe I'm a loser?

Vices are actually excellent bonding tools. Smoking, drinking, gambling, drugs, casual sex. Well. I've never drank beer or alcohol alone because it's never meant to be drank alone. Drinking is a bonding session with buddies and that's what I like about it most. And sure you'll have plenty to talk about after a few drinks. Talking about all the alcohol you have ever drank in your life. The taste, the aftertaste, the smoothness and then maybe the price, when you drink it, who did you drink with, senseless conversation. I'll always try to get myself into smoking sessions although I'm not into the act myself. Yes, smoking is an excellent socializing too. You talk to strangers, you pick a light from someone you barely know. It's like this cult group whose bonding is closer than people of religious groups. You enjoy doing something nasty together rather than doing something good.

So you see, I'm not an alcoholic. I'm a bad person and I have evil thoughts about women. Nah, just kidding. But you know sometimes where you're out there all alone in this big big world, and when you're the only child, all you're looking for is some comfort and some buddy/body to hang out with and do something senseless together. I'm kidding again.I am.



The crew that day.



The food in this picture doesn't look amazing.



The drunk fuckers?



I look like shit.



I managed to come in second for this speed beer drinking competition. Amazingly, last place went to this ang moh. Well I won another special edition box set of Erdinger and some other ulu (morbid) food vouchers that you've never heard of.



This is turning into a 'every picture must have some comment blog.'



Late into the night. Jing, Ying and Soontat.



Here it is at China Square where Singapore a-lians and minahs dress like retro German lians.


The German band is pretty funny. Playing weird ass songs all night long.



Place where you get all the food



Dancing so early in the evening, it got more crazy in the night



JingCai should have really nicked the Strongman competition.

Over

The whole of last week was just impossible.

4 consecutive nights at the Mac Lab doing video editing and website making.

Rewind 4 days back. 3 days of filming.

The rewards are satisfying, irregardless of the actual quality and how people may view it.

And finally there's something that I can call mine.

Check this page: http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2005/chia0099

The route to fame

A recent photo of my CS group tutorial mates supporting me in my Party World KTV competition shit. Wei Xin, Soon Tat, Nicole and my dear 26/01 family were all there to hear me sing off-key. And once again, I've proven to myself that the self-destruction button IS distant cousin of success. While Colin and Minxiu are all getting disillusioned with this sort of competitions, I'm getting more and more disillusioned with my unique ability to screw up at the real gig. I mean, hey, I haven't even gotten past myself yet.

There was this invitation to a little gathering that Party World KTV organized almost a week later after the semi-finals night for all the semi-finalists. In that room was filled with teens, young adults and adults, all mixing and socializing and thinking they are superstars. I couldn't bear sitting any longer and left soon after. It was a gathering at the lounge which served Siam Kitchen food and the KTV system was open for anybody to sing. Some of the grand finalists took center stage and boy, was I impressed with them. Well, good luck to all of them.

The event was also funny in a sense that it felt like a 武林大会 (martial arts meet) with the different sects coming from different singing schools. We have the 许环许许许环环許環良派，陳彼得派，黎沸揮派 and so on. Very much like the 华華山，昆倫，娥媚派. I'm probably the bloody hell 流浪漢who is 無師自通, that I'm very proud of.




Good old gekleng has got through to the second round of the Superhost, which is not much of a surprise. Please watch out for this guy really, cos he does look the part and when the voting and all that bullshit starts. Go for this guy who's really my choice for Superhost. All the best my dear friend.



Next up is Nicholas Teo Zhi Rong from CS who is in the top 10 male finalists of Star Idol. Although I question his acting ability and his EQ (nah, kidding), he no doubt looks the part with his good looks, muscular frame and intelligence. Well, best of luck to him as well.

And so we've come to the age where everyone can be a superstar if you have the guts to go for it. What is this latest trend of Singaporeans signing up to become superstars or star idols? This is a global phenomena, where your average joes take a shot at becoming someone famous. This is Cinderella rising from the dumps to the riches. The competition I joined was also called, "Be A Star" where so many wannabes an above average singers think they have a chance to do it.



What happened to the good old conventional way of rare commodity where idols and stars are rare, few and difficult to become. All these competitions have cheapen the bare essence of celebrity. The rich and the famous. The dream that is never going to be. The quality of our stars are gonna get worse and so are our expectations of them. These people won't be remembered as icons or legends of their time but merely winners of some competitions that is made to generate publicity and revenue for the TV station.

Celebrities should be made from a twist of fate, a stroke of luck or scouted by people from raw diamonds. The newer celebrities are from singing schools, acting classes who pay money to buy their way to their dream.



A vandalised drinks machine at Boon Lay. Cheap stars. Cheaper lifestyles. A more cheaper life. The route to fame much more cheaper.

40 year old virgin

It is a must-watch. It is.

If you're feeling real shitty. If you're feeling you have shit stuck up in your ass and you can't get if off no matter how hard you try. Cos you know it's gonna hurt real bad when that shit gets stuck inside for too damm long, fucking it tears the linings in your anal walls. Yeah, I'm talking about that sort of bad day when you get now and then. 40 year old Virgin is quite a good solution to solve all these shitty issues. It is fucking funny and nothing really comes close really, as of recent movies.

I was laughing my shit out that night at LIDO cineplex, you should know how loud and hard I laugh and it's a long time since I laughed till my tummy hurts. Full of sexual humour and ridiculous jokes. It seems like humour at this age is so much different from the good old days when we are all young, gullible and just idiots.

Gone were the days that we just laughed at little silly things, laughed at some cartoon shit or some funny expressions (exemplified by Jim Carrey). At this fucking age, we laugh at anything that's racist, sexual or quite simply at someone else's misery isn't it? So what's with that? I mean we come of age to become fuckers like these? Yeah, we become fuckers but we also grow to adore the fact that we become these motherfuckers. To laugh at the human anatomy, to laugh at sick jokes, sick shit and mocking people.

I remembering reading Meihui's blog. She mentioned about hidden sexual connotations in our daily conversations. Every word or sentence being made or said, there's an almost unconscious effort of relating back to a sexual context.
'This muffin is quite hard.'
'Hey it's getting kinda humid, and moist'
'Enter'
'Exit'
I mean it's ridiculous trying to make sexual sense of any conversation. But probably that's the essence of adult life. To be fucking sick in a witty way. It is fun though engaging in sexual talk, me and my TJ brothers are terrifically terrific at that. Taking turns finding the simplest vocabulary, distorting it into some sick talk. Or maybe it's the fucking English language. The fucking language encourages such sex talk. I mean how can 'come' fucking be something sexual. Fucking kids' definition of come is so different from ours. Fucking the arbitrariness of language. CS 101. Fuck.

Private jokes aside, I'm not updating my blog as often as I should. I'm really just busy with schoolwork. Projects lining up together like a mass orgy. But it has to end isn't it? The last one, my video project will be the one that I'm all up for it.

So much for sex talk. I haven't had any.

SMU poster boy

My buddy, Damien is on the SMU website!



Jiegang that bastard sabo you.