This is what I think about blockbuster movie trailers. If it gives me goosebumps, then I can guarantee myself a fan-bloody-tastic good time when I watch the actual movie.
This trailer gave me so many goosebumps, my friend next to me offered me her jacket because she thought I was freezing. Really, do I have to say more?
Friday, August 26, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Google Talk
Well, they've done it. Google's finally taking on Gates himself. They've released Google Talk, facing off against the almighty MSN. They've added VoIP. In a nutshell, you can talk to your buddies over the internet. All that's needed are speakers (check) and a microphone (Say, Dad, how's about a quick trip to Sim Lim?). I think MSN has it too, but God knows how well that works. Maybe with Google Talk's simpler interface, we'll all sound better. And Google being Google, it's all FREE!!!
C'mon, chances are you're Singaporean. You can't resist free stuff anymore than I can't resist Maria Sharapova wearing a bikini the size of my thumb. The interface is much, much simpler than most of the IMs I tried. I got no one in my Buddy List yet so I can't say how the chat works. But you can fix that, can you? My e-mail's on the right, so invite me already! Installation is dead easy and super-quick, it's done faster than you can say "Gates is a wiener".
And admit it. This is a good way to stick it to Big Bad Microsoft right?
Sadly, only Gmail account holders can use it. But heck, I've got 46 more invitations so just ask and ye will receive.
And before I forget, here's Google Earth. Good for spying on my own neighbourhood. Also free. Makes me almost want a Ph.D so I can work in Google.
C'mon, chances are you're Singaporean. You can't resist free stuff anymore than I can't resist Maria Sharapova wearing a bikini the size of my thumb. The interface is much, much simpler than most of the IMs I tried. I got no one in my Buddy List yet so I can't say how the chat works. But you can fix that, can you? My e-mail's on the right, so invite me already! Installation is dead easy and super-quick, it's done faster than you can say "Gates is a wiener".
And admit it. This is a good way to stick it to Big Bad Microsoft right?
Sadly, only Gmail account holders can use it. But heck, I've got 46 more invitations so just ask and ye will receive.
And before I forget, here's Google Earth. Good for spying on my own neighbourhood. Also free. Makes me almost want a Ph.D so I can work in Google.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I like Mars bars
I recently got an e-mail. It goes a little something like this:
> > >Do you know .. ???
> > >
> > >"Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It
> > >will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will cultimate
> > >on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65 M.Miles of earth. Be sure to
>watch
> > >the sky on Aug. 27 2005, at 12:30 am. It will look like the earth has 2
> > >moons. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Share this
>with
> > >ur friends as NO ONE ALIVE TODAY will ever see it again"
That got me excited. For awhile. Then I remembered reading something like this LAST year. And so I Googled a bit. And you know what? Right! It's another hoax courtesy of the Internet.
Just be glad this ain't no virus. Still, it really did happen in 2003. I just wished I knew about it then. Did you know, I dreamt about seeing our neighbouring planets twice now. I especially particularly enjoyed the first one, where I was in a long corridor with 8 doors, each leading to a different planet in our Solar System. Seeing Saturn must have made me giggle in my sleep.
Gotta go get started on Jane Eyre now. I hear it's a Victorian novel that is NOT used as a cure for imsonia.
> > >Do you know .. ???
> > >
> > >"Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It
> > >will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will cultimate
> > >on Aug. 27 when Mars comes within 34.65 M.Miles of earth. Be sure to
>watch
> > >the sky on Aug. 27 2005, at 12:30 am. It will look like the earth has 2
> > >moons. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Share this
>with
> > >ur friends as NO ONE ALIVE TODAY will ever see it again"
That got me excited. For awhile. Then I remembered reading something like this LAST year. And so I Googled a bit. And you know what? Right! It's another hoax courtesy of the Internet.
Just be glad this ain't no virus. Still, it really did happen in 2003. I just wished I knew about it then. Did you know, I dreamt about seeing our neighbouring planets twice now. I especially particularly enjoyed the first one, where I was in a long corridor with 8 doors, each leading to a different planet in our Solar System. Seeing Saturn must have made me giggle in my sleep.
Gotta go get started on Jane Eyre now. I hear it's a Victorian novel that is NOT used as a cure for imsonia.
Monday, August 15, 2005
This used to be a 2000 word essay.
I started out this post as a really, really, really long account of my medical checkup at the CMPB this morning. I then realized that not many of you, unlike me, sadly, have all the time in the world to read my ramblings. So here, instead, is a heavily-edited summary.
Woke up at 5AM. Had Chicken Sandwiches for breakfast (yummy!). Left home at 6.20AM with my Mom. Reached Redhill MRT 30 minutes later. Convinced Mom to not follow me any further. Reached CMPB just at the stroke of 8. Measure my head (big), shoulders (big), feet (big) and waist (obscenely big). Tried, and failed, to pee the first time for the urine test. Got my finger pricked and my blood taken and went to do the other test while I filled up my bladder with the water cooler water. Got a dental checkup and a dental x-ray. Got a full upper body x-ray. Prayed that X-Rays won't give me prostate cancer. Got an eye-test with the usual 'Look at blurry letters across the wall' test. Failed dismally. Got to go to another appointment there again next month. Joy. Did a really neat ear test. I'd explain it, but this is a summary, so suffice to say, it involved headphones, a sound-proof box and Metallica. Actually, just a bunch of bleeps, but 'twould be cool with Metallica. Bladder gets full. Finally did urine test by peeing into a cup and sticking a dipstick into the urine. Resisted a mad urge to drink to President S.R. Nathan's health. Had my height, weight and blood pressure taken. The last one nearly squeezed my arm dry. All these new-fangled machines....Anyway, had to strip and take some body test involving that machine with the suction caps. Ripping the caps off left me with quite a few hickeys. Entered a doctor's office. Got questioned about whether I smoked, whether I'm in a gang, whether I'm gay (serious!), any tatoos, any studs. All in 5 seconds flat. You think I talk fast, get a load of that guy. Oh, and he also examined my privates. Don't forget the butt-probe. Psyche!
Pause for breath. And maybe a little dramatic tension.
Medical test over. That took around 2 1/2 hours. The next test is mental. That took around 2 hours. And it comprised of.....sitting on my butt in front of a criminally ancient computer, answering IQ and Math questions. Some are obvious, some hopelessly complicated. And all the while, I was timed. When time's up, the test is over, whether I finished or not. Eventually, I finished. Not before feeling like a nincompoop. Got a Guide about Preparing for NS before leaving. Nearly got permanantly blinded by the sunlight.
Well, that's that. After my eye appointment next time, I can expect an NS call up sometime around April. Yep, can't wait to go. Can't wait to say goodbye to my Mom's nagging, my sister's obnoxiousness, my Grandma's cooking, my comfy bed, my TV.......
Woke up at 5AM. Had Chicken Sandwiches for breakfast (yummy!). Left home at 6.20AM with my Mom. Reached Redhill MRT 30 minutes later. Convinced Mom to not follow me any further. Reached CMPB just at the stroke of 8. Measure my head (big), shoulders (big), feet (big) and waist (obscenely big). Tried, and failed, to pee the first time for the urine test. Got my finger pricked and my blood taken and went to do the other test while I filled up my bladder with the water cooler water. Got a dental checkup and a dental x-ray. Got a full upper body x-ray. Prayed that X-Rays won't give me prostate cancer. Got an eye-test with the usual 'Look at blurry letters across the wall' test. Failed dismally. Got to go to another appointment there again next month. Joy. Did a really neat ear test. I'd explain it, but this is a summary, so suffice to say, it involved headphones, a sound-proof box and Metallica. Actually, just a bunch of bleeps, but 'twould be cool with Metallica. Bladder gets full. Finally did urine test by peeing into a cup and sticking a dipstick into the urine. Resisted a mad urge to drink to President S.R. Nathan's health. Had my height, weight and blood pressure taken. The last one nearly squeezed my arm dry. All these new-fangled machines....Anyway, had to strip and take some body test involving that machine with the suction caps. Ripping the caps off left me with quite a few hickeys. Entered a doctor's office. Got questioned about whether I smoked, whether I'm in a gang, whether I'm gay (serious!), any tatoos, any studs. All in 5 seconds flat. You think I talk fast, get a load of that guy. Oh, and he also examined my privates. Don't forget the butt-probe. Psyche!
Pause for breath. And maybe a little dramatic tension.
Medical test over. That took around 2 1/2 hours. The next test is mental. That took around 2 hours. And it comprised of.....sitting on my butt in front of a criminally ancient computer, answering IQ and Math questions. Some are obvious, some hopelessly complicated. And all the while, I was timed. When time's up, the test is over, whether I finished or not. Eventually, I finished. Not before feeling like a nincompoop. Got a Guide about Preparing for NS before leaving. Nearly got permanantly blinded by the sunlight.
Well, that's that. After my eye appointment next time, I can expect an NS call up sometime around April. Yep, can't wait to go. Can't wait to say goodbye to my Mom's nagging, my sister's obnoxiousness, my Grandma's cooking, my comfy bed, my TV.......
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Salute!
Singapore is 40 today yada yada yada congratulations yada yada yada, now everyone just salute the damn flag already!
Just kidding, I am proud this little red dot not only survived, but prospered to be a ripe 40 years old.
Dear Leader Lee must shedding tears right about now. "My baby's all grown up....."
Just kidding, I am proud this little red dot not only survived, but prospered to be a ripe 40 years old.
Dear Leader Lee must shedding tears right about now. "My baby's all grown up....."
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Meet Cho Chang
Katie Leung as Cho Chang, Harry Potter's crush in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
If you ask me, she looks Singaporean. Anyway, truth be told, I've always pictured Shikin as Cho Chang. Shikin when she was in Sec 2, I mean.
If you ask me, she looks Singaporean. Anyway, truth be told, I've always pictured Shikin as Cho Chang. Shikin when she was in Sec 2, I mean.
Three weeks of nothing
I don't believe it. A three week forced break from my blog and I still have nothing to say. And as long as my home computer isn't fixed, it'll stay that way. THe pics I wanted to show the world are now officially dated, but I'm going to show 'em anyway so there!
Haiku review of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (SPOLIERS!):
Incredible book
Pity about Dumbledore
Oh well, them's the breaks
Haiku review of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (SPOLIERS!):
Incredible book
Pity about Dumbledore
Oh well, them's the breaks
Thursday, July 07, 2005
London Update
Well, fucking hell. Not 5 minutes after I wrote the post below, I hear London is being attacked by terrorists from this blog.
I say again. Fucking hell.
I say again. Fucking hell.
London Calling
Yeah, real original title, I know.
Owing to me having some time (way too much time) yesterday, I went ahead to Raffles City to catch the IOC action there. To recap for all visiting Venusians, the Internation Olympic Commitee is holding its Olympic SessionTM here in Singapore to vote for who gets to hold the 2012 Olympics, blah blah blah goldcakes. The voting takes place at the Raffles City Convention Centre, right above the Raffles City Shopping Mall. There my destination lies.
I apologize for the lack of photos, as my sister chose yesterday as the day she decided to bring the camera and take pictures of her new school. Bah. Moving on.
Note: The times are only estimates.
5:00PM - Waited at a bus stop for Bus No. 174 which will take me from my house all the way to the very entrance of Raffles City. I love the bus stops near my flat. All the buses servicing those stops can take me to places like Singapore Poly, Ngee Ann Poly, Holland V, Jurong Library, The National Library (Old & New), Orchard Road, Boat Quay, East Coast Park, to name a few. Who needs the MRT?
5:15PM - 174 arrives. No TV Mobile. I get bored instantly.
5:50PM - Arrival at Raffles Place. Yep, just as I thought, policemen everywhere. About 3 per square meters. I decide to walk one round round the Raffles City area.
6:00PM - Walked one round. Saw several armed policemen. Some armed with shotguns, some with SMGs, one with an M16. Nice. They couldn't seem to stop staring at me for some reason though. Do I look that suspicious? (Please don't answer that.) Thought of entering Swissotel. The amount of policemen and metal detectors changed my mind.
6:15PM - Entered Raffles City. For the first time in years mind you. Man, they changed the place somewhat. Didn't there used to be a bridge in the lobby? Anyway, the lobby was where I ended up, and wouldn't you know it, there's a big screen there, showing IOC President Jacque Rogge's mug. I see the lobby has an exhibition in the shape of the Olympic rings in the middle of the lobby. Quite a lot of people standing in the lobby and on the upper levels standing around watching the Olympic ScreenTM. On that very screen, Mr. Rogge announces the start of the first round of voting. The names of the candidate cities (Madrid, Moscow, New York, London and Paris) appear on the screen. I read somewhere that this round of voting will have the members voting on the cities in 4 rounds. On each round but the last, the city with the least amount of votes says bye-bye to their Olympic DreamTM and is eliminated. Voting will take 1 minute. Here's what I saw on the Olympic ScreenTM:
Moscow
New York City
Madrid
Paris
London
6:19PM - Mr. Rogge, President of the Insane Oinking Chickens, declares the vote closed. A few minutes go by, then someone hands Mr. Rogge a piece of paper. Says the President of the Irritating Onion Chewers: some voting statistics, nothing of importance, except that Moscow will not take part in the next round of voting. Translation: they'reeeeee out! Moscovites break their vodka bottles in despair. Not before emptying it into their mouths of course.
6:22PM - Mr. Rogge starts the 2nd round of voting. Meanwhile, I study the exhibition. They have summaries of the past Olympics from 1896 on. Man, the 1896 Greek athlete showcased in the 1896 summary needs to shave.
New York
Madrid
Paris
London
6:23PM - 2nd round closed. Soon, someone comes out with a piece of paper with the results. Amusingly, music is played right when that guy comes out. Not supposed to happen of course. Anyway, Mr. Rogge reads the paper and announced that New York will not participate in the next round of voting. Surprisingly enough (for me anyway), the crowd cheers. I shook my head, NYC was my personal fave. New Yorkers rose their middle fingers and swore as one.
6:25PM - The President of the Incorrigible Orange Chompers announces the opening of the 3rd round of voting. This time voting takes 2 minutes. More studying of the exhibition. That Nadia Comaneci's a cute one.
Madrid
Paris
London
6:27PM - Again, voting is closed. Again, someone comes out with the results on a piece of paper. Again, Play That Funky Music plays on the loudspeaker. Wait, scratch that last sentence. Mr. Rogge reads the paper and we say adios to Madrid. Some guy behind me says 'Bye Bye Raul'. Madridians continue to endure more tauntings from the Catalonians for still not hosting the Olympics.
6:30PM - The last 2 cities! The suspence grows! The curiously fetching Mr Rogge announces the opening of the final round of voting. By now, I see some French people gathering at the lobby. Including some women. Ooh la la!
6:32PM - You know the drill, except at the end, where Mr Rogge thanks the IOC members for voting and to invite them for a snack in the nearby room while they wait for the announcement of the winning city in one hour's time. A few people go 'CEHHHHH! Suspen onli!'. Obviously unaware of the 7:30PM schedule.
At this point, my legs were getting a little sore for standing for an hour. Naturally, I didn't heed that warning sign and went window shopping. Odd. Could've sworn there was a Times the Bookshop in Raffles City.
7:10PM - Went back down the lobby to get as close as possible to the screen. The French people I mentioned were sitting down right there at the centre. Eventually, a crowd formed everywhere from the lobby to the highest levels, including the highest level which was the Convention Centre where this whole thing was taking place. The Frenchies started to chant "PAREE, PAREE, PAREE". Oddly enough, I didn't see any English people around to counter those chants. Until a group of them started to chant "LONDON, LONDON, LONDON" from the Convention Centre level itself.
My feet got increasingly sore.
7:28PM - Some live feed appears on the screen to the cheers of all. Obviously, this isn't shown on Channel News Asia because we see the hosts Vivian Tan and some Chinese dude adjusting their clothes. The crowd loved it when Vivian tried to adjust her dress under her armpits. I must say, Vivian looks FINE! As fine as she was during her Showbuzz years. At this point, a few English got behind me and started chanting for their city. Notice I said "a few". Compared with the French, which was sizeable, this group of English men and women was made of 5 or 6 people. Therefore, their London chants were hopelessly drowned by the French.
7:30PM - A clock appears, counting down 30 seconds before the show starts proper. Guess what happens with 10 seconds to go? The crowd counts down the seconds and then the grand music plays and the show is on!
The hosts greets us in Malay, Chinese, English and the official language of the Improper Oblong Cows, French. What, no Tamil? Nah, Vivian already looks constipated trying to say Selamat Datang. The usual inane blabber ensues, your dress looks nice, everyone looks wonderful, blah blah blah dresscakes.
7:33PM - Eventually, the hosts introduce the much-talked-about (snicker) video of Singapore that the Idiots Only Clan kindly let the host country produce. Hey, don't let it be said that we can't take advantage of an opportunity like this. The video itself? Slick, well-produced, not overly patriotic (thank God), in fact probably very effective. Nice mix of tradition (lion dancing) and modernity (skateboarders).
7:36PM - Singapore's cheap tourism plug video ends. Now it's time to see the videos of the candidate cities. First up: Paris, directed by Luc Besson. If you've seen The Fifth Element, you know Luc's got some style. And boy does he show it here! It blows Singapore's video out of the water. The crowd cheered at the CGI planes forming the Olympic RingsTM. Oddly enough, not many athletes in the video.
7:38PM - New York up next, directed by Steven Spielberg. This one's a bit more modest, showing New York in black & white and at night, showing all New York's landmarks. Very nice, shows the spirit of New York well. I still prefered the video I saw earlier at home, which shows a torch bearer running through New York towards the Statue of Liberty.
7:40PM - Moscow this time. This one, I was shocked at the director's (whoever he is) seemingly lack of interest in showing Moscow and instead showing all the candidate cities and saying Thank You in their respective languages, ending in fireworks in the sky and the Moscow Olympic LogoTM. Lazy man, just lazy. (Speaking of which, I see this post is getting lazy too. Gotta step it up!) In fact, some of us in the crowd were wondering if they'd played the wrong tape, because it was never made obvious until the end that this was Moscow's video.
7:42PM - London video. This video uses comedy, something which I always advocate. An athlete runs through the streets, and ordinary Londoners get inspired by her and starts doing some sports of their own, for example two Englishmen fencing each other with umbrellas. Beckham cameos, and the ladies swoon.
7:46PM- Last video, Madrid style. It's basically a tourism video for Madrid, with some sports thrown in. 'Nuff said.
7:48PM - The crowd gets restless. The French and the English in the crowd (mostly the French) get louder and louder. My feet gets sorer and sorer and I nearly go deaf. The crowd is restless, which escalates into excitement when the hosts introduce Mr Jacque Rogge, president of the Incredibly Ornery Chimpanzees, to read out the host city of the 2012 Olympic GamesTM.
But first, the Olympic ThemeTM! Sung in French of course. Three local opera singers sing it. Impressively, I might add.
With the Theme out of the way, a Singaporean chick, excuse me, lady, comes out with the envelope holding the winning city's name.
Before opening the envelope, Mr. Rogge thanks Singapore for hosting this session. Raffles City thanks him back for making them obscenely rich during the last few days.
The lady hands Mr. Rogge the envelope. The sight of Mr. Rogge, president of the Impressively Obscene Cats, struggling to rip open the envelope gets some laughs. Eventually, the envelope is open. The crowd goes silent. I test that pin drop theory by dropping a pin. Didn't hear it drop. Must be the Basement 1 fountain drowning it out.
The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Too bad I didn't have a knife so that I could test that theory too.
"The IOC is proud to present the 2012 Olympiad Summer Games to the city of....."
The crowd draws its breath. The winner is.....
Holy cow.
The crowd goes wild! Obviously, the Singaporeans wanted London to win. Whether it's because they were our former colonial masters or for Beckham, I'm still not sure.
On the screen, the English delegates are going delirious. Everyone's celebrating, Beckham eventually coming up to celebrate and whore the camera. The French delegates are weeping. You gotta feel for them. 3 tries, 3 failures.
8:00PM - Crowd disperses, leaving a few beaming English men and women. One dude even sang Rule Britannia. Quite a lot of French people were still sitting around, shell-shocked. Two French girls (YOW!) were talking to a reporter (lucky son of a bitch).
I stayed around for awhile, hoping for a glimpse of Beckham. Hey, I hate the celebrity, but I still like the football player.
8:30PM - Whaddaya know? My waiting wasn't in vain. Channel News Asia holds an interview for Beckham at the Convention Centre. In plain sight of everyone one floor below where a crowd was gathering. So off I went. And thus I managed to get my first glimpse at football's most famous face. Sure, it's from one level down and 100m away, but a glimpse is a glimpse right?
See, this is where I really wished I had a camera.
8:35PM - Interview over, Beckham goes out of sight. The crowd stays there for a while. Then rumour spread that Beckham was coming out of the nearby entrance to the Convention Centre. So what else? Most of the crowd hot foot it to the entrance. I didn't though. I got my glimpse, and that's enough. Besides, there's more than one entrance/exit and the organizers would surely have found some way to sneak everyone to their hotels unnoticed.
Well, this post has gone on way too long. No problem if I'm Charles Dickens, but I'm not, so I'm going to conclude by saying that I really enjoyed being part of the moment. It's not a "remember it for the rest of my life" thing, but certainly memorable.
I'm going to the Hideout club this Friday. Maybe this time, I'll bring a camera.
Owing to me having some time (way too much time) yesterday, I went ahead to Raffles City to catch the IOC action there. To recap for all visiting Venusians, the Internation Olympic Commitee is holding its Olympic SessionTM here in Singapore to vote for who gets to hold the 2012 Olympics, blah blah blah goldcakes. The voting takes place at the Raffles City Convention Centre, right above the Raffles City Shopping Mall. There my destination lies.
I apologize for the lack of photos, as my sister chose yesterday as the day she decided to bring the camera and take pictures of her new school. Bah. Moving on.
Note: The times are only estimates.
5:00PM - Waited at a bus stop for Bus No. 174 which will take me from my house all the way to the very entrance of Raffles City. I love the bus stops near my flat. All the buses servicing those stops can take me to places like Singapore Poly, Ngee Ann Poly, Holland V, Jurong Library, The National Library (Old & New), Orchard Road, Boat Quay, East Coast Park, to name a few. Who needs the MRT?
5:15PM - 174 arrives. No TV Mobile. I get bored instantly.
5:50PM - Arrival at Raffles Place. Yep, just as I thought, policemen everywhere. About 3 per square meters. I decide to walk one round round the Raffles City area.
6:00PM - Walked one round. Saw several armed policemen. Some armed with shotguns, some with SMGs, one with an M16. Nice. They couldn't seem to stop staring at me for some reason though. Do I look that suspicious? (Please don't answer that.) Thought of entering Swissotel. The amount of policemen and metal detectors changed my mind.
6:15PM - Entered Raffles City. For the first time in years mind you. Man, they changed the place somewhat. Didn't there used to be a bridge in the lobby? Anyway, the lobby was where I ended up, and wouldn't you know it, there's a big screen there, showing IOC President Jacque Rogge's mug. I see the lobby has an exhibition in the shape of the Olympic rings in the middle of the lobby. Quite a lot of people standing in the lobby and on the upper levels standing around watching the Olympic ScreenTM. On that very screen, Mr. Rogge announces the start of the first round of voting. The names of the candidate cities (Madrid, Moscow, New York, London and Paris) appear on the screen. I read somewhere that this round of voting will have the members voting on the cities in 4 rounds. On each round but the last, the city with the least amount of votes says bye-bye to their Olympic DreamTM and is eliminated. Voting will take 1 minute. Here's what I saw on the Olympic ScreenTM:
Moscow
New York City
Madrid
Paris
London
6:19PM - Mr. Rogge, President of the Insane Oinking Chickens, declares the vote closed. A few minutes go by, then someone hands Mr. Rogge a piece of paper. Says the President of the Irritating Onion Chewers: some voting statistics, nothing of importance, except that Moscow will not take part in the next round of voting. Translation: they'reeeeee out! Moscovites break their vodka bottles in despair. Not before emptying it into their mouths of course.
6:22PM - Mr. Rogge starts the 2nd round of voting. Meanwhile, I study the exhibition. They have summaries of the past Olympics from 1896 on. Man, the 1896 Greek athlete showcased in the 1896 summary needs to shave.
New York
Madrid
Paris
London
6:23PM - 2nd round closed. Soon, someone comes out with a piece of paper with the results. Amusingly, music is played right when that guy comes out. Not supposed to happen of course. Anyway, Mr. Rogge reads the paper and announced that New York will not participate in the next round of voting. Surprisingly enough (for me anyway), the crowd cheers. I shook my head, NYC was my personal fave. New Yorkers rose their middle fingers and swore as one.
6:25PM - The President of the Incorrigible Orange Chompers announces the opening of the 3rd round of voting. This time voting takes 2 minutes. More studying of the exhibition. That Nadia Comaneci's a cute one.
Madrid
Paris
London
6:27PM - Again, voting is closed. Again, someone comes out with the results on a piece of paper. Again, Play That Funky Music plays on the loudspeaker. Wait, scratch that last sentence. Mr. Rogge reads the paper and we say adios to Madrid. Some guy behind me says 'Bye Bye Raul'. Madridians continue to endure more tauntings from the Catalonians for still not hosting the Olympics.
6:30PM - The last 2 cities! The suspence grows! The curiously fetching Mr Rogge announces the opening of the final round of voting. By now, I see some French people gathering at the lobby. Including some women. Ooh la la!
6:32PM - You know the drill, except at the end, where Mr Rogge thanks the IOC members for voting and to invite them for a snack in the nearby room while they wait for the announcement of the winning city in one hour's time. A few people go 'CEHHHHH! Suspen onli!'. Obviously unaware of the 7:30PM schedule.
At this point, my legs were getting a little sore for standing for an hour. Naturally, I didn't heed that warning sign and went window shopping. Odd. Could've sworn there was a Times the Bookshop in Raffles City.
7:10PM - Went back down the lobby to get as close as possible to the screen. The French people I mentioned were sitting down right there at the centre. Eventually, a crowd formed everywhere from the lobby to the highest levels, including the highest level which was the Convention Centre where this whole thing was taking place. The Frenchies started to chant "PAREE, PAREE, PAREE". Oddly enough, I didn't see any English people around to counter those chants. Until a group of them started to chant "LONDON, LONDON, LONDON" from the Convention Centre level itself.
My feet got increasingly sore.
7:28PM - Some live feed appears on the screen to the cheers of all. Obviously, this isn't shown on Channel News Asia because we see the hosts Vivian Tan and some Chinese dude adjusting their clothes. The crowd loved it when Vivian tried to adjust her dress under her armpits. I must say, Vivian looks FINE! As fine as she was during her Showbuzz years. At this point, a few English got behind me and started chanting for their city. Notice I said "a few". Compared with the French, which was sizeable, this group of English men and women was made of 5 or 6 people. Therefore, their London chants were hopelessly drowned by the French.
7:30PM - A clock appears, counting down 30 seconds before the show starts proper. Guess what happens with 10 seconds to go? The crowd counts down the seconds and then the grand music plays and the show is on!
The hosts greets us in Malay, Chinese, English and the official language of the Improper Oblong Cows, French. What, no Tamil? Nah, Vivian already looks constipated trying to say Selamat Datang. The usual inane blabber ensues, your dress looks nice, everyone looks wonderful, blah blah blah dresscakes.
7:33PM - Eventually, the hosts introduce the much-talked-about (snicker) video of Singapore that the Idiots Only Clan kindly let the host country produce. Hey, don't let it be said that we can't take advantage of an opportunity like this. The video itself? Slick, well-produced, not overly patriotic (thank God), in fact probably very effective. Nice mix of tradition (lion dancing) and modernity (skateboarders).
7:36PM - Singapore's cheap tourism plug video ends. Now it's time to see the videos of the candidate cities. First up: Paris, directed by Luc Besson. If you've seen The Fifth Element, you know Luc's got some style. And boy does he show it here! It blows Singapore's video out of the water. The crowd cheered at the CGI planes forming the Olympic RingsTM. Oddly enough, not many athletes in the video.
7:38PM - New York up next, directed by Steven Spielberg. This one's a bit more modest, showing New York in black & white and at night, showing all New York's landmarks. Very nice, shows the spirit of New York well. I still prefered the video I saw earlier at home, which shows a torch bearer running through New York towards the Statue of Liberty.
7:40PM - Moscow this time. This one, I was shocked at the director's (whoever he is) seemingly lack of interest in showing Moscow and instead showing all the candidate cities and saying Thank You in their respective languages, ending in fireworks in the sky and the Moscow Olympic LogoTM. Lazy man, just lazy. (Speaking of which, I see this post is getting lazy too. Gotta step it up!) In fact, some of us in the crowd were wondering if they'd played the wrong tape, because it was never made obvious until the end that this was Moscow's video.
7:42PM - London video. This video uses comedy, something which I always advocate. An athlete runs through the streets, and ordinary Londoners get inspired by her and starts doing some sports of their own, for example two Englishmen fencing each other with umbrellas. Beckham cameos, and the ladies swoon.
7:46PM- Last video, Madrid style. It's basically a tourism video for Madrid, with some sports thrown in. 'Nuff said.
7:48PM - The crowd gets restless. The French and the English in the crowd (mostly the French) get louder and louder. My feet gets sorer and sorer and I nearly go deaf. The crowd is restless, which escalates into excitement when the hosts introduce Mr Jacque Rogge, president of the Incredibly Ornery Chimpanzees, to read out the host city of the 2012 Olympic GamesTM.
But first, the Olympic ThemeTM! Sung in French of course. Three local opera singers sing it. Impressively, I might add.
With the Theme out of the way, a Singaporean chick, excuse me, lady, comes out with the envelope holding the winning city's name.
Before opening the envelope, Mr. Rogge thanks Singapore for hosting this session. Raffles City thanks him back for making them obscenely rich during the last few days.
The lady hands Mr. Rogge the envelope. The sight of Mr. Rogge, president of the Impressively Obscene Cats, struggling to rip open the envelope gets some laughs. Eventually, the envelope is open. The crowd goes silent. I test that pin drop theory by dropping a pin. Didn't hear it drop. Must be the Basement 1 fountain drowning it out.
The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Too bad I didn't have a knife so that I could test that theory too.
"The IOC is proud to present the 2012 Olympiad Summer Games to the city of....."
The crowd draws its breath. The winner is.....
Holy cow.
The crowd goes wild! Obviously, the Singaporeans wanted London to win. Whether it's because they were our former colonial masters or for Beckham, I'm still not sure.
On the screen, the English delegates are going delirious. Everyone's celebrating, Beckham eventually coming up to celebrate and whore the camera. The French delegates are weeping. You gotta feel for them. 3 tries, 3 failures.
8:00PM - Crowd disperses, leaving a few beaming English men and women. One dude even sang Rule Britannia. Quite a lot of French people were still sitting around, shell-shocked. Two French girls (YOW!) were talking to a reporter (lucky son of a bitch).
I stayed around for awhile, hoping for a glimpse of Beckham. Hey, I hate the celebrity, but I still like the football player.
8:30PM - Whaddaya know? My waiting wasn't in vain. Channel News Asia holds an interview for Beckham at the Convention Centre. In plain sight of everyone one floor below where a crowd was gathering. So off I went. And thus I managed to get my first glimpse at football's most famous face. Sure, it's from one level down and 100m away, but a glimpse is a glimpse right?
See, this is where I really wished I had a camera.
8:35PM - Interview over, Beckham goes out of sight. The crowd stays there for a while. Then rumour spread that Beckham was coming out of the nearby entrance to the Convention Centre. So what else? Most of the crowd hot foot it to the entrance. I didn't though. I got my glimpse, and that's enough. Besides, there's more than one entrance/exit and the organizers would surely have found some way to sneak everyone to their hotels unnoticed.
Well, this post has gone on way too long. No problem if I'm Charles Dickens, but I'm not, so I'm going to conclude by saying that I really enjoyed being part of the moment. It's not a "remember it for the rest of my life" thing, but certainly memorable.
I'm going to the Hideout club this Friday. Maybe this time, I'll bring a camera.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
It was a dark and stormy night...
Does anyone who read books NOT hate that line?
Well, in case you're wondering (Not likely, but play along), that line wasn't created by Snoopy. It's actually from a book from way back in the 30's. The 1830's to be exact. 'Paul Clifford' by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton. It's widely considered to be the worst opening sentence in the history of English Literature. It definitely ain't a "Call me Ishmael"
The opening sentence in full:
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
Well, in case you're wondering (Not likely, but play along), that line wasn't created by Snoopy. It's actually from a book from way back in the 30's. The 1830's to be exact. 'Paul Clifford' by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton. It's widely considered to be the worst opening sentence in the history of English Literature. It definitely ain't a "Call me Ishmael"
The opening sentence in full:
"It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents - except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
Monday, July 04, 2005
Link checklist
Brown-ed? Check.
Tommorow-ed? Check.
Miyagi-ed? Working on it. I hear he likes pretty girls.
Xiaxue-ed? Methinks the only way to do this is to royally piss her off, so no.
SPG-ed? In my dreams.
In other news, Ngee Ann Polytechnic is holding something for the World Cyber Games 2005. Geeks from all over the world coming together to click a few mouses and tap a few keyboards. Some, like this guy calling himself Fata1ity, even make it a living.
Just for the record, I'm not joining. I don't need some silly game competition to prove I already kick ass in StarCraft. Nobody can compete with my l33t Zerg rushing tactics and ability to cheat without anybody noticing.
Tommorow-ed? Check.
Miyagi-ed? Working on it. I hear he likes pretty girls.
Xiaxue-ed? Methinks the only way to do this is to royally piss her off, so no.
SPG-ed? In my dreams.
In other news, Ngee Ann Polytechnic is holding something for the World Cyber Games 2005. Geeks from all over the world coming together to click a few mouses and tap a few keyboards. Some, like this guy calling himself Fata1ity, even make it a living.
Just for the record, I'm not joining. I don't need some silly game competition to prove I already kick ass in StarCraft. Nobody can compete with my l33t Zerg rushing tactics and ability to cheat without anybody noticing.
Friday, July 01, 2005
How To Blog
I'm sure you've seen it already. Articles on how to blog from a blog. You might follow the advice. You might be inclined to spurn it, especially after seeing the aforementioned blog and its incredible and magnificent destruction of the English Language.
But you may want to follow this "How To Blog" article. Why? It won an award, for best article about blogging. Ain't that enough? Alright, also because the advice is actually good. So here it is, taken from TonyPierce.com.
how to blog by tony pierce, 110
1. write every day. (I've been doing that nowadays haven't I?)
2. if you think youre a good writer, write twice a day.
3. dont be afraid to do anything. infact if youre afraid of something, do it. then do it again. and again.
4. cuss like a sailor. (You mean like "You're a shit-ass muthafucka who likes gay porn and sucks Barbara Streisand's cunt"? I'll think about it.)
5. dont tell your mom, your work, your friends, the people you want to date, or the people you want to work for about your blog. if they find out and you'd rather they didnt read it, ask them nicely to grant you your privacy.
6. have comments. dont be upset if no one writes in your comments for a long time. eventually they'll write in there. if people start acting mean in your comments, ask them to stop, they probably will.
7. have an email address clearly displayed on your blog. sometimes people want to tell you that you rock in private. (Duly noted.)
8. dont worry very much about the design of your blog. image is a fakeout. (Hear Hear)
9. use Blogger. it's easy, it's free; and because they are owned by Google, your blog will get spidered better, you will show up in more search results, and more people will end up at your blog. besides, all the other blogging software & alternatives pretty much suck.
10. use spellcheck unless youre completely totally keeping it real. but even then you might want to use it if you think you wrote something really good.
11. say exactly what you want to say no matter what it looks like on the screen. then say something else. then keep going. and when youre done, re-read it, and edit it and hit publish and forget about it.
12. link like crazy. link anyone who links you, link your favorites, link your friends. dont be a prude. linking is what seperates bloggers from apes. and especially link if you're trying to prove a point and someone else said it first. it lends credibility even if youre full of shit.
13. if you havent written about sex, religion, and politics in a week youre probably playing it too safe, which means you probably fucked up on #5, in which case start a second blog and keep your big mouth shut about it this time.
14. remember: nobody cares which N*Sync member you are, what State you are, which Party of Five kid you are, or which Weezer song you are. the second you put one of those things on your blog you need to delete your blog and try out for the marching band. similarilly, nobody gives a shit what the weather is like in your town, nobody wants you to change their cursor into a butterfly, nobody wants to vote on whether your blog is hot or not, and nobody gives a rat ass what song youre listening to. write something Real for you, about you, every day. (I know, I did this a few posts ago. So sue me.)
15. dont be afraid if you think something has been said before. it has. and better. big whoop. say it anyway using your own words as honestly as you can. just let it out.
16. get Site Meter and make it available for everyone to see. if you're embarrassed that not a lot of people are clicking over to your page, dont be embarrassed by the number, be embarrassed that you actually give a crap about hits to your gay blog. it really is just a blog. and hits really dont mean anything. you want Site Meter, though, to see who is linking you so you can thank them and so you can link them back. similarilly, use Technorati, but dont obsess. write.
17. people like pictures. use them. save them to your own server. or use Blogger's free service. if you dont know how to do it, learn. also get a Buzznet account. several things will happen once you start blogging, one of them is you will learn new things. thats a good thing. (Once I get my hands on my sister's camera, watch out World!)
18. before you hit Save as Draft or Publish Post, select all and copy your masterpiece. you are using a computer and the internet, shit can happen. no need to lose a good post. (Common sense, hard at work.)
19. push the envelope in what youre writing about and how youre saying it. be more and more honest. get to the root of things. start at the root of things and get deeper. dig. think out loud. keep typing. keep going. eventually you'll find a little treasure chest. every time you blog this can happen if you let it.
20. change your style. mimic people. write beautiful lies. dream in public. kiss and tell. finger and tell. cry scream fight sing fuck and dont be afraid to be funny. the easiest thing to do is whine when you write. dont be lazy. audblog at least once a week.
21. write open letters. make lists. call people out on their bullshit. lead by example. invent and reinvent yourself. start by writing about what happened to you today. for example today i told a hot girl how wonderfully hot she is.
22. when in doubt review something. theres not enough reviews on blogs. review a movie you just saw, a tv show, a cd, a kiss you just got, a restaurant, a hike you just took, anything. (Note to self: I have got to start writing better reviews.)
23. constantly write about the town that you live in. (You mean Bukit Dullsville?)
24. out yourself. tell your secrets. you can always delete them later.
25. dont use your real name. dont write about your work unless you dont care about getting fired. (From now on, my name is Chrissy Poo Jr.)
26. dont be afraid to come across as an asswipe. own your asswipeness.
27. nobody likes poems. dont put your poems on your blog. not even if theyre incredible. especially if theyre incredible. odds are theyre not incredible. bad poems are funny sometimes though, so fine, put your dumb poems on there. whatever. (Oh God, how I agree with this.)
28. tell us about your friends.
29. dont apologize about not blogging. nobody cares. just start blogging again.
30. read tons of blogs and leave nice comments. (Done and about to be Done)
But you may want to follow this "How To Blog" article. Why? It won an award, for best article about blogging. Ain't that enough? Alright, also because the advice is actually good. So here it is, taken from TonyPierce.com.
how to blog by tony pierce, 110
1. write every day. (I've been doing that nowadays haven't I?)
2. if you think youre a good writer, write twice a day.
3. dont be afraid to do anything. infact if youre afraid of something, do it. then do it again. and again.
4. cuss like a sailor. (You mean like "You're a shit-ass muthafucka who likes gay porn and sucks Barbara Streisand's cunt"? I'll think about it.)
5. dont tell your mom, your work, your friends, the people you want to date, or the people you want to work for about your blog. if they find out and you'd rather they didnt read it, ask them nicely to grant you your privacy.
6. have comments. dont be upset if no one writes in your comments for a long time. eventually they'll write in there. if people start acting mean in your comments, ask them to stop, they probably will.
7. have an email address clearly displayed on your blog. sometimes people want to tell you that you rock in private. (Duly noted.)
8. dont worry very much about the design of your blog. image is a fakeout. (Hear Hear)
9. use Blogger. it's easy, it's free; and because they are owned by Google, your blog will get spidered better, you will show up in more search results, and more people will end up at your blog. besides, all the other blogging software & alternatives pretty much suck.
10. use spellcheck unless youre completely totally keeping it real. but even then you might want to use it if you think you wrote something really good.
11. say exactly what you want to say no matter what it looks like on the screen. then say something else. then keep going. and when youre done, re-read it, and edit it and hit publish and forget about it.
12. link like crazy. link anyone who links you, link your favorites, link your friends. dont be a prude. linking is what seperates bloggers from apes. and especially link if you're trying to prove a point and someone else said it first. it lends credibility even if youre full of shit.
13. if you havent written about sex, religion, and politics in a week youre probably playing it too safe, which means you probably fucked up on #5, in which case start a second blog and keep your big mouth shut about it this time.
14. remember: nobody cares which N*Sync member you are, what State you are, which Party of Five kid you are, or which Weezer song you are. the second you put one of those things on your blog you need to delete your blog and try out for the marching band. similarilly, nobody gives a shit what the weather is like in your town, nobody wants you to change their cursor into a butterfly, nobody wants to vote on whether your blog is hot or not, and nobody gives a rat ass what song youre listening to. write something Real for you, about you, every day. (I know, I did this a few posts ago. So sue me.)
15. dont be afraid if you think something has been said before. it has. and better. big whoop. say it anyway using your own words as honestly as you can. just let it out.
16. get Site Meter and make it available for everyone to see. if you're embarrassed that not a lot of people are clicking over to your page, dont be embarrassed by the number, be embarrassed that you actually give a crap about hits to your gay blog. it really is just a blog. and hits really dont mean anything. you want Site Meter, though, to see who is linking you so you can thank them and so you can link them back. similarilly, use Technorati, but dont obsess. write.
17. people like pictures. use them. save them to your own server. or use Blogger's free service. if you dont know how to do it, learn. also get a Buzznet account. several things will happen once you start blogging, one of them is you will learn new things. thats a good thing. (Once I get my hands on my sister's camera, watch out World!)
18. before you hit Save as Draft or Publish Post, select all and copy your masterpiece. you are using a computer and the internet, shit can happen. no need to lose a good post. (Common sense, hard at work.)
19. push the envelope in what youre writing about and how youre saying it. be more and more honest. get to the root of things. start at the root of things and get deeper. dig. think out loud. keep typing. keep going. eventually you'll find a little treasure chest. every time you blog this can happen if you let it.
20. change your style. mimic people. write beautiful lies. dream in public. kiss and tell. finger and tell. cry scream fight sing fuck and dont be afraid to be funny. the easiest thing to do is whine when you write. dont be lazy. audblog at least once a week.
21. write open letters. make lists. call people out on their bullshit. lead by example. invent and reinvent yourself. start by writing about what happened to you today. for example today i told a hot girl how wonderfully hot she is.
22. when in doubt review something. theres not enough reviews on blogs. review a movie you just saw, a tv show, a cd, a kiss you just got, a restaurant, a hike you just took, anything. (Note to self: I have got to start writing better reviews.)
23. constantly write about the town that you live in. (You mean Bukit Dullsville?)
24. out yourself. tell your secrets. you can always delete them later.
25. dont use your real name. dont write about your work unless you dont care about getting fired. (From now on, my name is Chrissy Poo Jr.)
26. dont be afraid to come across as an asswipe. own your asswipeness.
27. nobody likes poems. dont put your poems on your blog. not even if theyre incredible. especially if theyre incredible. odds are theyre not incredible. bad poems are funny sometimes though, so fine, put your dumb poems on there. whatever. (Oh God, how I agree with this.)
28. tell us about your friends.
29. dont apologize about not blogging. nobody cares. just start blogging again.
30. read tons of blogs and leave nice comments. (Done and about to be Done)
Thursday, June 30, 2005
ONE World, ONE Voice
I know. Some people are getting really sick of those charity shows MediaCorpSe keep showing. Let's see: President's Star Charity, NKF, Ren Ci, Ikhlas, God knows how many. How rich do those guys think we are?
Bet you're wondering if there's any free charity?
There isn't.
But this is close.
ONE: The Campaign to Make Poverty History
You may have seen that ad on MTV with Brad Pitt, Bono, Bob Geldof, Cameron Diaz and countless others. This is the website that ad advertises. You guys may be burned by too many charity shows, but I bet you still want to help in any way. Well, here it is. Go to that website, sign that letter to George W Bush, sign the ONE declaration and make your voice be heard. I don't mean too sound preachy, but damn it all, the fact that there are still hungry children and poverty in Africa, Asia, even in the United States and right here in Singapore makes me sick. And AIDS of course. We may preach about safe sex and condoms, but the fact is for some, it's too late for that. Together as one, the world may be able to force the leaders at the G8 conference in Scotland in 7 days to do something. Increase aid to poor countries. Cancel their debts 100%. And you can do it with a few clicks of the mouse and some typing with the keyboard. Go to the ONE shop to buy shirts and wristbands to show your support. Besides, they look good, don't they?
In case you don't get this message from reading my blog, I'm going to e-mail every single person in my address book I can to make sure this message is heard. That's how serious I am.
And watch the Live 8 concert this Saturday, either on Channel 01 & 26 on Starhub, or at CHIJMES. It starts at 9PM.
ONE World.
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Bet you're wondering if there's any free charity?
There isn't.
But this is close.
ONE: The Campaign to Make Poverty History
You may have seen that ad on MTV with Brad Pitt, Bono, Bob Geldof, Cameron Diaz and countless others. This is the website that ad advertises. You guys may be burned by too many charity shows, but I bet you still want to help in any way. Well, here it is. Go to that website, sign that letter to George W Bush, sign the ONE declaration and make your voice be heard. I don't mean too sound preachy, but damn it all, the fact that there are still hungry children and poverty in Africa, Asia, even in the United States and right here in Singapore makes me sick. And AIDS of course. We may preach about safe sex and condoms, but the fact is for some, it's too late for that. Together as one, the world may be able to force the leaders at the G8 conference in Scotland in 7 days to do something. Increase aid to poor countries. Cancel their debts 100%. And you can do it with a few clicks of the mouse and some typing with the keyboard. Go to the ONE shop to buy shirts and wristbands to show your support. Besides, they look good, don't they?
In case you don't get this message from reading my blog, I'm going to e-mail every single person in my address book I can to make sure this message is heard. That's how serious I am.
And watch the Live 8 concert this Saturday, either on Channel 01 & 26 on Starhub, or at CHIJMES. It starts at 9PM.
ONE World.
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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Perfect 10 is no more.....
....no more using the name Perfect 10, that is.
In case you just listened in to 987 FM and wondered what the heck is Sweet Child O' Mine doing on the so-called hippest station in Singapore and who is that ang-moh sounding DJ and what happened to Jamie, I'll tell you. It seems MediaCorp decided to mix things up and moved all the DJs to different slots and also "broaden the musical horizons". In order words, they decided to finally get a clue and stop playing hip-hop, or at least not 90% of the time. I mean, bloody hell, the amount of hip-hop in the station just last week, I nearly vomit blood.
In case you didn't noticed, I don't like hip-hop.
Now, there's more oldies, more chill-out music, and most importantly, more local music. Not just Parking Lot Freakin' Pimp.
As for the the DJs, they're all in different slots now. In fact, for a while, the Perfect 10 website showed the new schedule in the About Us. But then they decided they wanted to surprise us and replaced it with the old schedule. Fishy.
Lucky that I have a good memory.
Now if you want to be surprised, DON'T LOOK!
I'll tell you when it's time to look in bold.
Monday to Thursday
6-10am: Vernon A and Justin Ang
10am-2pm: Jamie Yeo
2pm-5pm: Carrie Chong
5pm-8pm: Daniel Ong
8pm-11pm: Grace Chua
11pm-2am: Shan Wee (from Eye on a Guy 2)
Friday
About the same, except
8pm-9pm: 987 Top 10 (not 20, 10) with Jamie Yeo
Saturday
Can't remember the times, but they're in the afternoon
987 Home
987 Reloaded
US Top 20
Sunday
Ditto
The Edge
987 Top 10 repeat
Don & Drew Show
You can look now.
So, in essence, you take 987's most popular DJ (Jamie), and dump her in the 10am-2pm slot, when her most ardent fans, the students, will be in school and no where near a radio. What in the heck is the logic in that?
Me on the other hand has the time to listen in on her new shift. Heck, I even called in to wish her well. And actually got through which is a first. Don't think she remembered me. Ah well. She did sound a little less cheery than usual. But give her time. Give the station time. If you don't like the changes now, you will soon, if you really love 98.7FM.
And yeah, Jamie said the station doesn't use the name Perfect 10 anymore. I don't get that either, but again, oh well.
In case you just listened in to 987 FM and wondered what the heck is Sweet Child O' Mine doing on the so-called hippest station in Singapore and who is that ang-moh sounding DJ and what happened to Jamie, I'll tell you. It seems MediaCorp decided to mix things up and moved all the DJs to different slots and also "broaden the musical horizons". In order words, they decided to finally get a clue and stop playing hip-hop, or at least not 90% of the time. I mean, bloody hell, the amount of hip-hop in the station just last week, I nearly vomit blood.
In case you didn't noticed, I don't like hip-hop.
Now, there's more oldies, more chill-out music, and most importantly, more local music. Not just Parking Lot Freakin' Pimp.
As for the the DJs, they're all in different slots now. In fact, for a while, the Perfect 10 website showed the new schedule in the About Us. But then they decided they wanted to surprise us and replaced it with the old schedule. Fishy.
Lucky that I have a good memory.
Now if you want to be surprised, DON'T LOOK!
I'll tell you when it's time to look in bold.
Monday to Thursday
6-10am: Vernon A and Justin Ang
10am-2pm: Jamie Yeo
2pm-5pm: Carrie Chong
5pm-8pm: Daniel Ong
8pm-11pm: Grace Chua
11pm-2am: Shan Wee (from Eye on a Guy 2)
Friday
About the same, except
8pm-9pm: 987 Top 10 (not 20, 10) with Jamie Yeo
Saturday
Can't remember the times, but they're in the afternoon
987 Home
987 Reloaded
US Top 20
Sunday
Ditto
The Edge
987 Top 10 repeat
Don & Drew Show
You can look now.
So, in essence, you take 987's most popular DJ (Jamie), and dump her in the 10am-2pm slot, when her most ardent fans, the students, will be in school and no where near a radio. What in the heck is the logic in that?
Me on the other hand has the time to listen in on her new shift. Heck, I even called in to wish her well. And actually got through which is a first. Don't think she remembered me. Ah well. She did sound a little less cheery than usual. But give her time. Give the station time. If you don't like the changes now, you will soon, if you really love 98.7FM.
And yeah, Jamie said the station doesn't use the name Perfect 10 anymore. I don't get that either, but again, oh well.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Which Blogger am I?
Which Singaporean Blogger are you?
Photo temporarily removed because it's wreaking havoc on my blog
'Xia Xue' Wendy Cheng of xiaxue.blogspot.com
So how come my face never appear at Channel News Asia, hmmmmm?
Which Malaysian Blogger are you?
Joyce the Fairy of xanga.com/kinkybluefairy
Well, slap me silly. That's more or less right. Of course, I'm no party animal. No chance to be one. Yet. Mwahahaha.
Congratulations Hafiz, you are...
Photo temporarily removed because it's wreaking havoc on my blog
'Xia Xue' Wendy Cheng of xiaxue.blogspot.com
You are a goddess/god. You've got the looks, the brains and the body. You have such an irreverent sense of humour, people listen to you religiously and worship the ground you walk on. On the other hand you can also be straightforward, blunt and very very controversial. That has the potential to offend many people, but of course you don't care, you just shoot. In the end, people either love you or hate you. Nothing in between.
So how come my face never appear at Channel News Asia, hmmmmm?
Which Malaysian Blogger are you?
Congratulations Hafiz, you are...
Joyce the Fairy of xanga.com/kinkybluefairy
If you are a car, your fuel of choice would be unleaded alcohol. You are a major party animal with an unnatural obsession with art, toys and all things fantasy. You think the world is too complicated and you wished it could be as simple as it was when you were 7 years old. You live with it. You work hard, but you don't take for granted the simple things in life that make you happy. Sweet candy, cartoon music, crazy friends, all these and more make you a happy person living in your own little world.
Well, slap me silly. That's more or less right. Of course, I'm no party animal. No chance to be one. Yet. Mwahahaha.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Earworm of the moment
Definition of Earworm
Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls
This is mad! I don't even have a girlfriend so that I can wish I had she was hot and a freak like those girls. So why won't this song leave my head?!
Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls
This is mad! I don't even have a girlfriend so that I can wish I had she was hot and a freak like those girls. So why won't this song leave my head?!
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Nice point...
From Sarong Party Girl's blog:
"Singapore conservative? Bullshit.
You know Singapore isn’t a conservative society. Conservative societies are driven by religion, Singapore, is driven by money. If you can’t comprehend that, let me put this horrid, hard fact to you this way: We are a capitalistic society."
Poor girl. Hounded by the world and his dog and its fleas because of that photo. Ah well, she wants us to shut up, so I at least will shut up. But really, I do hope she puts up at least some more photos of herself. Not to satisfy my out-of-control hormones (I'll get to that some day), but to stay true to herself and prove she doesn't give a crap what other people think. They don't even have to be nude pictures. But I'm not going to start telling her what she should or should not do with her blog so on this issue, my thoughts end here.
So what am I going to talk about today?
Hmmmmmm................
Uh................
Erm..................
I got nuthin'.
Sorry folks. No MeeSoto Musings today.
"Singapore conservative? Bullshit.
You know Singapore isn’t a conservative society. Conservative societies are driven by religion, Singapore, is driven by money. If you can’t comprehend that, let me put this horrid, hard fact to you this way: We are a capitalistic society."
Poor girl. Hounded by the world and his dog and its fleas because of that photo. Ah well, she wants us to shut up, so I at least will shut up. But really, I do hope she puts up at least some more photos of herself. Not to satisfy my out-of-control hormones (I'll get to that some day), but to stay true to herself and prove she doesn't give a crap what other people think. They don't even have to be nude pictures. But I'm not going to start telling her what she should or should not do with her blog so on this issue, my thoughts end here.
So what am I going to talk about today?
Hmmmmmm................
Uh................
Erm..................
I got nuthin'.
Sorry folks. No MeeSoto Musings today.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Who says Singaporean women are shy?
Hmmmph
Truth be told, I'm surprised something like this hasn't happened earlier. All that talk we've been hearing about free speech on the internet? This is one damn good example. Like it or hate it.
What do I think?
As a cultural expert on nude shots: The photographer uses both the shadowing effect and the black & white effect to excellent use to show the true beauty of the female body, every curve accentuating the sexuality of the subject.
As a horny teenage boy: WAH!!! SHIOK AAAAHHH!!!! Nipples are a little bit too big for my taste though.
Truth be told, I'm surprised something like this hasn't happened earlier. All that talk we've been hearing about free speech on the internet? This is one damn good example. Like it or hate it.
What do I think?
As a cultural expert on nude shots: The photographer uses both the shadowing effect and the black & white effect to excellent use to show the true beauty of the female body, every curve accentuating the sexuality of the subject.
As a horny teenage boy: WAH!!! SHIOK AAAAHHH!!!! Nipples are a little bit too big for my taste though.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Holy two part post, Batman!
D-Day: 24th June 2005
We have a special blog post today! A two-parter!
Part 1
You all know life has its 'What If...' moments right? Right now, I have three of 'em. In my ongoing attempt to be more open I'm going to let you guys in on 'em. 2 of those 'What Ifs', some of you may have heard, maybe a little too many times. One, I've kept to myself all these years.
What If No. 1: ...I had asked Shikin out a little earlier?
This, of course, I have mentioned so many times, I think people are getting sick about it. But what can I say? In the 19 years and 4 months I've been on this planet, no other female has inspired in me such feelings of love and joy and sorrow that I nearly burst into from the inside. And that's only when I simply look at her! Another thing I rue is the fact that I didn't talk to her nearly enough. I've forgotten what she sounded like.
Nevertheless, I had to get over her. I had to. Obsessing about her even as she was dating another boy was not healthy. So right now, as of this moment, I am glad to say, I have FINALLY gotten over her. Time really is a great healer, huh? I figured, Life goes on. At least she's happy, many fishes in the sea, bla bla bla. But you want to know what really made me get over her?
This. She looks good, no doubts there. But instead of being the girl I know and almost loved I remembered back in YISS, in those pictures, she now reminds me of 'GASP' my sister.
You can't imagine how much of a turn-off that is.
So, if I ever see Shikin again (maybe this Hari Raya), I don't expect to freeze and babble and come close to fainting like I once did. Instead, I will smile, greet her, and treat her just like my sister. Ok, a little nicer than that.
What If no. 2: ...I had auditioned for Merchant of Venice?
Again, this is something I have mentioned time and again. For the record, I didn't audition because I had to register for my IC. You could say I should have gone earlier. And you'd be right. But I had no idea where to go then, so my dad had to bring me there. Thing is, he was only free at the very last day of registering. The very same day of the auditions. So here's my choice, Register and don't audition, I won't get a part in the play. Vice versa, I get hit with a fine. Easy choice right?
No such problems for my sis, who auditioned and got a role as an extra, which I wouldn't have minded. Really, I would have played a dead body just to get on that stage.
Anyhow, thanks to my IT club, I did get to film the play using a digital camera. One perk of that: a backstage pass. Better than nothing I suppose. Only used it once, to get a Coke from the vending machine. Yep, excellent perks.
So to round off this particular 'What If', three things about the lady who played 'Portia' in Merchant of Venice.
1) I never knew she existed before the play.
2) The first we met face to face, I had to pay the fine for an overdue library book. I didn't have the money, so she, who was standing next to me, paid it for me. As of now, I still owe her 10 cents. BTW, that book? William Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice.
3) She's the only girl other than Shikin I've asked out. Well, what can I say? She is hot in her own special way. Too bad, like Shikin, I was a few months too late.
I have GOT to work on my timing.
I'll leave the 3rd What If for another time, shall I? Yes, I think I shall.
Part 2
A short Part really. It's about the Caped Crusader, the Dark Knight, the Scourge of Gotham's Criminals, the master of countless martial arts, the wearer of a funny-looking costume and the holder of a criminally high amount of cash.
Honestly, if I have to say his name, you really should watch more TV. It's not as bad as they say it is, you know!
Back in 2002, someone said that the reason Spider-Man beat Star Wars Episode II was because the public prefers superheroes over sci-fi.
Well, here's a chance to test that theory again.
Ah, but Batman Begins isn't like Spider-Man. It's dark and serious and broody and depressing and scary as fcuk.
Bahriah, I think you're going to LOVE this movie.
Just like I went and watched Episode III because it ws Star Wars, I'm going to watch Batman Begins for a similar reason. It's Batman. Plain and simple.
Batman as it should have been.
One more thing before I go: I've cut my hair and shave my moustache. And now, at that risk of sounding conceited, I say this: DAMN! I look GOOD!
We have a special blog post today! A two-parter!
Part 1
You all know life has its 'What If...' moments right? Right now, I have three of 'em. In my ongoing attempt to be more open I'm going to let you guys in on 'em. 2 of those 'What Ifs', some of you may have heard, maybe a little too many times. One, I've kept to myself all these years.
What If No. 1: ...I had asked Shikin out a little earlier?
This, of course, I have mentioned so many times, I think people are getting sick about it. But what can I say? In the 19 years and 4 months I've been on this planet, no other female has inspired in me such feelings of love and joy and sorrow that I nearly burst into from the inside. And that's only when I simply look at her! Another thing I rue is the fact that I didn't talk to her nearly enough. I've forgotten what she sounded like.
Nevertheless, I had to get over her. I had to. Obsessing about her even as she was dating another boy was not healthy. So right now, as of this moment, I am glad to say, I have FINALLY gotten over her. Time really is a great healer, huh? I figured, Life goes on. At least she's happy, many fishes in the sea, bla bla bla. But you want to know what really made me get over her?
This. She looks good, no doubts there. But instead of being the girl I know and almost loved I remembered back in YISS, in those pictures, she now reminds me of 'GASP' my sister.
You can't imagine how much of a turn-off that is.
So, if I ever see Shikin again (maybe this Hari Raya), I don't expect to freeze and babble and come close to fainting like I once did. Instead, I will smile, greet her, and treat her just like my sister. Ok, a little nicer than that.
What If no. 2: ...I had auditioned for Merchant of Venice?
Again, this is something I have mentioned time and again. For the record, I didn't audition because I had to register for my IC. You could say I should have gone earlier. And you'd be right. But I had no idea where to go then, so my dad had to bring me there. Thing is, he was only free at the very last day of registering. The very same day of the auditions. So here's my choice, Register and don't audition, I won't get a part in the play. Vice versa, I get hit with a fine. Easy choice right?
No such problems for my sis, who auditioned and got a role as an extra, which I wouldn't have minded. Really, I would have played a dead body just to get on that stage.
Anyhow, thanks to my IT club, I did get to film the play using a digital camera. One perk of that: a backstage pass. Better than nothing I suppose. Only used it once, to get a Coke from the vending machine. Yep, excellent perks.
So to round off this particular 'What If', three things about the lady who played 'Portia' in Merchant of Venice.
1) I never knew she existed before the play.
2) The first we met face to face, I had to pay the fine for an overdue library book. I didn't have the money, so she, who was standing next to me, paid it for me. As of now, I still owe her 10 cents. BTW, that book? William Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice.
3) She's the only girl other than Shikin I've asked out. Well, what can I say? She is hot in her own special way. Too bad, like Shikin, I was a few months too late.
I have GOT to work on my timing.
I'll leave the 3rd What If for another time, shall I? Yes, I think I shall.
Part 2
A short Part really. It's about the Caped Crusader, the Dark Knight, the Scourge of Gotham's Criminals, the master of countless martial arts, the wearer of a funny-looking costume and the holder of a criminally high amount of cash.
Honestly, if I have to say his name, you really should watch more TV. It's not as bad as they say it is, you know!
Back in 2002, someone said that the reason Spider-Man beat Star Wars Episode II was because the public prefers superheroes over sci-fi.
Well, here's a chance to test that theory again.
Ah, but Batman Begins isn't like Spider-Man. It's dark and serious and broody and depressing and scary as fcuk.
Bahriah, I think you're going to LOVE this movie.
Just like I went and watched Episode III because it ws Star Wars, I'm going to watch Batman Begins for a similar reason. It's Batman. Plain and simple.
Batman as it should have been.
One more thing before I go: I've cut my hair and shave my moustache. And now, at that risk of sounding conceited, I say this: DAMN! I look GOOD!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Episode III: The Overdue Review
I suppose since it's been 2 weeks since I've watched EpIII, I might as well write the review that I promised. But since I'm still too lazy to write a long ass composition, I'll write a summary.
Let's split the movie in 3 parts: The first 20 minutes, the nezt 40 or so minutes, and the final hour.
First 20 minutes: Now how can you not geek out at possibly the 2nd greatest space battle of all time? (First being Return of the Jedi) If the battle doesn't get your blood pumping, you must be General Grievous's long lost kid (Grievous by the way is a disappointment, nowhere near Darth Maul in the cool ratings). R2-D2 practically steals the show here, being the kick-ass robot we know he is.
Next 40 or so minutes: The weak link of the movie. Anakin and Padme's scenes, while an improvement, are still a bore. In fact, this whole stretch of the film is very talky, it bogs down the movie. With the exception of Palpatine. He is the star of the movie.
Final hour: This is the part I really wanted to see. Obi-Wan fighting Grievous. Palpatine mind-f*&king Anakin. Mace's final scene. The last 2 fights are the highlights. Yoda vs Palpatine pits the most powerful Jedi with the most powerful Sith. And it sizzles like steak. (That means it rocks) (Note about Yoda: In the cinema I watched it in, there were these 2 girls who kept saying about Yoda: SO CUUUTE!!!! I mean, ok, he is a little, but come on!) Anakin vs Obi-Wan, well it was a bit of a let-down. The fight itself I mean. The atmosphere, the repartee are just awesome. And the end of the fight, I admit, I nearly cried. Nearly, mind you. Which leads to my favourite scene, Darth Vader reborn. I tell you, I nearly pissed my pants hearing the first Vader breath and seeing Vader stand up. The 'NOOOOOOO!'? Well, ok, maybe it should be replaced by a mournful cry. 'AAARRRRRRGH!'
Well, that looks like a rush job doesn't it? Told you I'm lazy. Well, that's my review and I'm sticking to it. Rating: $9.00 out of a maximum $9.50
Let's split the movie in 3 parts: The first 20 minutes, the nezt 40 or so minutes, and the final hour.
First 20 minutes: Now how can you not geek out at possibly the 2nd greatest space battle of all time? (First being Return of the Jedi) If the battle doesn't get your blood pumping, you must be General Grievous's long lost kid (Grievous by the way is a disappointment, nowhere near Darth Maul in the cool ratings). R2-D2 practically steals the show here, being the kick-ass robot we know he is.
Next 40 or so minutes: The weak link of the movie. Anakin and Padme's scenes, while an improvement, are still a bore. In fact, this whole stretch of the film is very talky, it bogs down the movie. With the exception of Palpatine. He is the star of the movie.
Final hour: This is the part I really wanted to see. Obi-Wan fighting Grievous. Palpatine mind-f*&king Anakin. Mace's final scene. The last 2 fights are the highlights. Yoda vs Palpatine pits the most powerful Jedi with the most powerful Sith. And it sizzles like steak. (That means it rocks) (Note about Yoda: In the cinema I watched it in, there were these 2 girls who kept saying about Yoda: SO CUUUTE!!!! I mean, ok, he is a little, but come on!) Anakin vs Obi-Wan, well it was a bit of a let-down. The fight itself I mean. The atmosphere, the repartee are just awesome. And the end of the fight, I admit, I nearly cried. Nearly, mind you. Which leads to my favourite scene, Darth Vader reborn. I tell you, I nearly pissed my pants hearing the first Vader breath and seeing Vader stand up. The 'NOOOOOOO!'? Well, ok, maybe it should be replaced by a mournful cry. 'AAARRRRRRGH!'
Well, that looks like a rush job doesn't it? Told you I'm lazy. Well, that's my review and I'm sticking to it. Rating: $9.00 out of a maximum $9.50
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