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Sunday, September 27, 2009


 27/09/09 - 8:57 p.m.

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Saturday, September 19, 2009












19/09/2009 - 1:26 a.m.

How should one win the Singapore Idol this season?

Be a guy – and a pretty one at that.

Given the trend of the audience votes this season, this pretty much seems to hold true.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to take a stroll through our short history of Singapore Idol to find out what went wrong.

In Season One, the contestants who sailed through the piano show rounds contained a fair mix of guys and girls, all of whom could hold their voice pretty well.

In fact, it was a relatively peaceful season.  The ones who should have stayed stayed, and the ones who should leave left without as much of an outcry from the public.  Everything went well, Taufik and Sylvester went on to cut their albums with Sylvester falling flat on his face, Olinda appeared in slimming ads, and Maia Lee’s fame continued rising even after her departure mid-season for all the wrong reasons – including a supposedly quickie marriage to Sylvester, and fiery posts in her blog spiced up with raunchy photos.

Everyone was happy.  Perhaps the only surprise – I remember shouting at the TV in indignation – was Jeassea Thyidor’s meek exit out in the first round, after storming through the competition being hotly touted as one of the season’s best voice.  The producers tried to reason that she was too private and cautious with her persona, and it didn’t connect well with the audience.  I say it’s just because she’s an angmoh and Singaporeans were not used to the idea of foreign talent yet.  The government should have looked into this back then.

“That was a pretty good season, considering it’s only our first one,” everyone thought, “we should all be looking forward to the second one!”

Boy, oh boy, did we enjoy our second season.

Season Two started off on a different note.  Not a bad note, just a different one.  Season One was perhaps better known for its strong and steady contestants.  Season Two had its share of good singers who sailed through the piano shows too, but on top of that, we started to notice a different breed of contestants also going through hand-in-hand – the popular, good-looking ones.

Nothing wrong with that, you think, considering popularity is probably as important as talent in a show like Singapore Idol where the audience is king.  Sure there’s nothing wrong, but something must definitely be wrong when you soon realize that better singers – Mathilda D’Silva would be the name most uttered on people’s lips – start tumbling out of the competition one after another like dominoes, leaving nothing but a trail of dust and smoke.  And, you also realize, the popular singers who can’t sing well would emerge, Hollywood-style, from the confusion and the chaos, virtually unscathed and brushing the dirt off their shoulders.

It got to a point when Joakim Gomez, one of the contestants who brushed so much dirt off his shoulders his hands probably had blisters, was appealing to the audience to vote for talent instead of popularity (ie. him), because round after round, he had become the victim of media attacks and online criticisms for staying longer than he was worth.

It makes me feel mean to say this because it’s not their faults at all, but popular contestants like Joakim Gomez the good-looker, Paul Twohill the goofball, and Jasmine Tye the sweet little pie, tainted Season Two and the image of Singapore Idol when they were placed 5th, 4th and 3rd in the competition, outstaying more talented contestants like rock chick Rahimah Rahim (8th), drama queen Mathilda D’Silva (7th), and soul princess Nurul Maideen (6th).

Thankfully everything panned out in the end – vocal powerhouse Hady Mirza prevailed – while Joakim and Paul went on to craft their careers in showbusiness doing what they do best – looking good and being funny respectively.

But as they say, once the seed is planted, you can’t stop the plant from growing.

Season Three is happening 3 years after Season Two, and you would’ve thought that with the lack of attention, the plant probably would have died.  But has the plant has been growing strong this season.
I’ve said before that thankfully the format is changed this time, so the judges have as much of a say as the audience (only for the piano rounds).  Because imagine what would happen if voting was left entirely to the audience!

The voters never seemed to have learnt their lessons – instead, they seem to be burrowing a deeper and deeper hole, as if they are all out in full force in a show of intransigence.

For the piano shows this season, 6 slots were given to the audience to decide who gets to progress.   The audience successfully voted for all of them to be guys.  While these guys might not all have cookie-cutter images or necessarily be bad singers, every of them is definitely a popular, personality contestant to a considerable extent.  Meanwhile, the judges had to save the asses of contestants with the raw talent – 6 girls and 1 guy – to form the final Top 13.

What we are seeing now is an incongruity that runs almost parallel between the audience and the judges’ choices.  While this was never something new in competitions like this, it is something that’s becoming worryingly pronounced as seasons pass.  This season, the audience is voting for the pretty and popular male contestants, while the judges are fighting to retain the talents, most of whom happen to be females, and the credibility of the competition.

Instead of becoming wiser and more mature as seasons pass, it seems like voters are becoming more juvenile.  It doesn’t matter if this season has been heavily promoted as the strongest season ever with the possibility of a female winner – you can say that documentary films are good with the professional authority of an adult, but the kids will still stick to watching their cartoons and MTV programs.

It has been such a mockery that even before rounds for the Top 13 have began, TV advertisments are already singing to the tune of “Remember to vote for talent!”

What’s worrying is how it would spell the future of Singapore Idol.  Detractors have all along sounded the death knell by saying that we have no local talent – but objectively speaking, we have seen rather strong contestants in all three seasons.  The problem lies in the voters – do they know how to vote wisely?  Do they know who they should be rooting for?  If they don’t, future potential contestants would see that popularity is valued more than talent, and they would be deterred from joining the competition.  The result is that there would be a dearth of good voicers in future season, detractors would be proven right, and Singapore Idol would have failed to achieve what it aims to do.

My unprofessional opinion is that the producers should analyze the demographic of the voters.  My hunch is that a large majority are teeny boppers, and once that’s proven, measures could be in place to reduce the strength of their votes, like perhaps the price of each vote could be raised.

If results show that the demographic consists of people of all ages, genders and races, then sadly, perhaps all Singapore is looking for in the Singapore Idol is a pretty boy.

You might also have heard that good-looker MJ Kuok has resigned from the Top 13, paving the way for Rihanna-singing Nurul Huda’s entrance.  This can only be a good thing – the more females there are, the more buffer there is against the predicted exits of the female competitors in subsequent parts of the competition.

This season, it’s the pretty boy brigade against the girls with the big voices.  Who will be our next Singapore Idol?


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Sunday, September 13, 2009


13/09/09 - 8:21 p.m.

I actually have things to blog about but I've been held up by so many other meaningless things, so I'll just post snippets of what I've been up to instead.

The Amazing Race sometime back.

All shagged out.








Reub's party, also sometime back.










Mervyn's costume party and miscellaneous events.




Richards' birthday last night - think he fulfiled his wish of seeing at least 3 drunkards? I'm not one of them, of course.




Richards' flaming lambo! He barely survived it.








I'm also thinking of changing blogs sometime towards the end of this year, or at the very least, revamp this layout. I've been staring at the same geisha for the past year at least and I'm kinda getting sick of her, plus I'm having the feeling I'm getting too old for layouts that are huge on complicated designs. In addition Geocities, which hosts my pictures, is closing down, and I'm too lazy to source for another domain that's cheap, stable, and reliable.

Things are changing, slowly but surely, as I continue on my march up. Two more months to ORD.


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Wednesday, September 02, 2009


02/09/09 - 11:40 p.m.

Why this season of Singapore Idol will be better than the previous one.

Skeptics of our little local talent show might be assured, or relieved, to know that this season of Singapore Idol will almost definitely be better than the previous one. After watching the first piano round, this is what I feel.

Initially I'd thought that all the bad singing had gone to the producers' brains, because the voting format for this season's Singapore Idol was pure absurdity.

This season, out of 12 contestants per piano round, 3 will go through by audience votes, and 3 will go through by the judges' decisions.

Firstly, voting starts right when the show starts, even before the contestants start singing. Wouldn't it mean that contestants who sing first will have a headstart because the audience will start voting for them first? After all, how can they vote for someone whom they have not heard, right?

Secondly, the voting closes only half an hour after the show ends. Which means the last singer, who finishes singing just before 9.30 pm, will only get half an hour to amass votes before voting closes and the results show begins at 10 pm. Meanwhile, the first singer, who finishes singing at say, 8.15 pm, has comparatively an hour's worth of votes more from the audience. Because, like I said, why would a largely non-partisan audience vote for someone whom they have not heard yet?

Thirdly, there's no wildcard round. I almost shot through the roof (although I only live on the third floor) when I heard this. American Idol has wildcard round. Project Superstar and Campus Superstar have wildcard rounds. The previous two editions of Singapore Idol have wildcard rounds. Why should this season of Singapore Idol be different? Do they not know the importance of a wildcard round? So many previous contestants in the above mentioned singing competitions eventually found themselves and their voices only in the wildcard round - Clay Aiken, Sylvester Sim, the little girl from Campus Superstar - and they went all the way to become the runner-up, if not winner, of the competition!

It was only after the show that I realized the producers are actually quite smart after all. It doesn't matter whether the last singer is disadvantaged, or whether the voting time is short - nothing matters, actually. Do you seriously think that the producers expect the people of Singapore to vote the best 3 singers to the next round? Even if the voting format was fair, do you seriously expect the people of Singapore to be discerning enough to know which are the best singers to vote for?

No one knows - my guess is probably not - but the producers are not going to leave it to chance. Which is why who the audience votes for doesn't matter. The fairness of the voting format doesn't matter. Whether the audience has one day to vote, or one minute, doesn't matter. Because the audience will most probably vote for the most popular contestants, and you don't have to hear them sing for a popularity vote. You just have to take one look at them, and decide who to vote for based on first impression. You just have to watch the previous audition rounds to know if you like this contestant, or even remember this contestant. The contestants themselves have their loyal fan bases who will vote for them whether they sing well or not.

The singing, in this case, is secondary. While the singing contest begins only after every singer has sang, the popularity contest begins immediately. Which is why this time, it's almost as if the producers are paying no heed to the fairness of the voting format. Because it is not important - even if the format was fair, going by the fiasco of the previous season, the popular contestants, instead of the strong ones, will probably be voted through.

This time, the producers are really smart. Let the audience pick the three of the popular ones to go through. The judges will pick the other three who can sing.

And lo and behold, when the results of this episode came out, I guess no one was surprised.

The audience picked three guys - all cool, good looking, very amiable, and personalities who will keep the audience watching every week (think the likes of Joakim Gomez and Paul Twohill from the previous season).

The judges picked three contestants who can sing, instead of having to go through one whole wildcard round.

And everyone is happy because the best of both world is achieved.

Let's see how the the voting pattern in subsequent episodes will pan out.

And yes, to answer my own question primary school comprehension-style, this season of Singapore Idol will be better than the previous one because, as stated above, safeguards are in place to make sure that those who should go through will make it through to the final 12. And what could go wrong from there, right?


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Thursday, August 27, 2009


27/08/09 - 11:17 p.m.

It's not that I can't be bothered to update my blog anymore - it's that I have absolutely nothing to blog about, and you know how talking about army bores me (and probably you) to the core. Well, unfortunately, it's the thing that takes up five of the seven days in a week.

I suppose army life was manageable at first - you meet new people, go to new places, have new experiences, learn new things, especially since I was hopping around camps with my spate of OOCs in my first year in army. Those were heydays. Then after awhile (these two months to be exact, with two and a half more months before ORD) everything slows down and eventually comes to a standstill. Everything new becomes something familiar, the familiar becomes old, the old becomes routine, routine becomes monotony, and here I am now, finding myself in what is possibly the dullest, slowest stage of army life.

It's not something that's upsetting me terribly, since there is so much to look forward to in the future, but surprisingly, when you're bored, life gets pretty hard to get by too. I have never been so bored with my life before. Every day just passes by, each day no different from any other. You know how some people with seriously nothing to do with their lives amuse themselves by self-mutilation and all that shit? I'm actually contemplating that. Okay I'm kidding.

Time is crawling, I'm extremely restless, but where do I expend the energy on? Something productive, but that's easy to say. I work out, I read, I give tuition, I nap a lot for time to go by, I go to facebook every half an hour and hope there's something exciting in my friends' lives that will entertain me, I trawl through MSN but am too lazy half the time to strike up a conversation. My life is mildly and sometimes productive, yes, but there's nothing NEW at all that really draws me into living life with zest again. My father hogs the TV. Video streaming will kill my computer, if the frustration doesn't kill me first. I wish I had more money for shopping but I don't. I wish I had more friends to hang out with but I realize that one of my worst fears is coming true - army HAS turned me into an extremely boring person with no interest at all that life has to offer.

My goal in army was simple - to serve my time and fly (euphemism for another four letter word) off. On hindsight I can understand why things have resulted in this state - with a goal like that, there's nothing to do except wait it out and hope you don't do anything stupid to delay your ORD date. And that's exactly what I'm doing - waiting, a goal-less, unmotivated kind of waiting.

But really, it makes no difference. If time was turned back, I would've set the same goal anyway. Me being the way I am, I am simply disinterested in army activities and view this period as a time to be served out, and not anything else. I mean, sure I've learned things, most of it through negative experiences and encounters in the army, and all these repulse me even more from wanting to lead my army life actively and enthusiastically.

So therefore, things being the way they are, here I am. Time is crawling, I am restless, but I am waiting, just waiting, and nothing else.

And thus, I hope you understand why I haven't been blogging actively. There's absolutely nothing to blog about - life is just a blank space - but give me time. Two and a half more months, and my life will be back.

Meanwhile, there's pictures to fill the void. Then again, I'm too lazy to upload them now.


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Monday, August 17, 2009


17/08/09 - 1:30 a.m.

Sometime ago Mervin had this thing and he booked a room at the Ritz and we all went up and I tell you - fwoah - the view from his room was simply amazing. My jaws simply dropped. It was the same day as the National Day preview and you could totally see EVERYTHING. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Marina Barrage and the floating platform. You could even be patriotic and watch the fireworks while soaking yourself in the bathtub - what better way is there watch it, compared to jostling with the crowd, right? Totally amazing - we took some photos but of course none would do justice to the view itself.

Anyway yes the view was amazing and all but that's not my point. My point is, we were on the big bed sipping wine when XJ accidentally knocked his glass over and its contents spilled onto - let's see - the quilt, which soaked right through the bed, the carpeted floor, and someone's birthday present.

Everyone's first reaction was naturally OMGOMGOMGOMG because we were at the Ritz and it's not something you'd wanna do to portray yourself as a high-class guest. I was the calmest, since I consider myself extremely experienced in dealing with spillages of alcohol, having gotten myself involved in such situations at least once a month. My roots trace back to once at a house party when I was talking and gesticulating - wine in hand - and of course as laws of physics would have it, my white pants was splotched with red stains soon after (red wine, not blood). I was advised to use normal body soap to scrub the stains off, and surprisingly it worked. I was left with soapy, but nonetheless, much whiter pants.

Coincidentally I had my body soap with me because we'd planned to go swimming (which we didn't), so I poured some soap into a Ritz Carlton glass and we took the Ritz Carlton towels and began scrubbing the stains off the carpet and quilt. It really was quite a sight - the bunch of us in a 5-star hotel all hunched over and scrubbing furiously. I was taking photographs of the damage incurred but somehow they weren't saved in the camera, which is totally urgh. But anyhow, here is what we've got.

What I might potentially look like if I puke after too many drinks - but my record is clean, by the way.




Then of course, when the National Day preview started we weren't in the hotel room - we were right next to the action actually, having dinner at Makansutra. We saw the parachuters hovering above us before landing on the floating platform, and the helicopter with the giant Singapore flag, and another helicopter (or was it a Chinook?) skidding right above the water and splashing water onto everyone.

Anyway, I have to say I kind of enjoyed the past week. It had to be one of the best weeks in recent months.

On Wednesday Keithy and I were celebrating something so we went for shishas and I think I had a little too much because I started feeling nauseous and everything, so we left and went our separate ways. It was only after some fresh air and a quick nap on the bus that I felt better.

On Friday night, I had five pints of beer, and some more at someone's house, and I didn't puke at all (then again, not something to be proud of).

On Saturday I woke up with a slight hangover, grabbed a quick lunch and went for this Amazing Race thingum, which involved a lot of sprinting with a headache which was sweated out. The top prize was - damn - over a thousand dollars worth of goods, including this travel package thing. I tell you, my face was literally going $_$ upon hearing the prizes. We were so sure we had a good shot because we were literally zipping through everything we did, with our creative solutions of outrunning this team to be the first at this checkpoint (the guy went "what the hell" when we went past him), tapping on my Ipod Touch, using the internet from this person, and making random guesses at the number of stars we were supposed to be counting (and getting it right). We were even joking with the taxi driver that we'd treat him to coffee if he drove us fast enough and we won (and I think he really did wanted to stay behind for our results, but upon reaching our final destination we simply dashed off and left him behind in a trail of dust before he could say anything). Turned out that our timing was one of the fastest, but we lost out on scores, and thus we were only placed 5th out of 15 teams.

Nevertheless, we got shopping vouchers.

Went clubbing in the night because it was Chris' last weekend in Singapore before flying back to Canada for good to pursue his studies. I realize that I didn't take a photo with him! Chris, oh Chris, I promise that if I've time I'll do a tribute entry so you can read it when you're in Canada and miss us!









Today was shopping for the birthdays and costume party up ahead. I'm really trying to be creative with the tight budget I have, but I think with what I've got, I should be able to conjure something up. Nothing fancy, just enough to pass Mervin's standards of a "costume" just so I won't be denied entry to the party. I know I normally fail exams, but yeah, this time I should pass (then again, I always get that feeling before exams).

Lastly, some old photos.







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Saturday, August 08, 2009


08/09/2009 - 2:54 p.m.

I sincerely swear that I was sexually harrassed last week. Was on the train with JJ on Friday and there was this really tall - or maybe long would be more fitting - Indian couple leaning against the transparent panels perpendicular to the train doors. Then they asked me for a threesome.

Okay I'm kidding. But they were practically having sex right before my very eyes.

There weren't many people on the train, maybe just me, JJ and several other older people who probably have no libido left in them, which was why they weren't intrigued by an Indian couple on heat in public.

Actually I don't even know if they're a couple, maybe just friends with benefits.

And they were really long and skinny so it felt like two sticks of bamboo having sex, if they ever do. Like hello, the MRT is not a hotel room.

I guess sex is something more graphical, which is why you watch porn and don't read porn (I don't know, I guess some people do), so I've drawn it out for you.



And for those who prefer your porn in words, here goes. Don't get over-excited - I'm trying to make it as sexy as I can.

The man was dressed in s shirt and business pants. The lady was in very high stilettos, and a dress with a neckline plunging deeper than the Niagara Falls that if you peeked at the right angle, you could probably see the not-so-hidden berries of the Niagara Falls, and a hem so short that it covered just what it needed to cover. He was leaning against the glass panel; she was leaning on him, her ass on his crotch. His hands were all over her, his head resting on her neck and looking down - the perfect angle for black berry watching, I reckon. One of his hands laid on her crotch, and his thumb began stroking and circling one particular spot which seemed to make her tilt her head back in euphoria. It went on for quite long. Then she turned around, and both of them began making out.

They both alighted at the same stop as me, but they soon disappeared from view.

Harrassed, I tell you.

Anyway, this National Day marks a momentous occasion of sorts -

1. I'll be doing duty in camp (ie tomorrow). It follows the footsteps of how I did National Day duty in camp last year too.

2. August pay day - or have I already received this month's pay? Gotta go check, I already owe some people money and events of the next two months should be pretty heavy on the wallet.

3. Lastly, it will be the final 3 months to go before ORD. Can't wait, time is passing really slowly right now.

Anyway I feel a little sick so I'm gonna rest.


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