Television rights

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wednesday this day is! And Singapore Idol was over when? Monday? Whatshisname won? Why, another male Singapore Idol, I never saw it coming! I did hear whatshername was dreadfully flat in her singing, but who gives a damn anyways? Those 2 would be gone faster than you can say "Singaporeidolisawasteoftime!"

My dad said I was living in a time capsule, ignorant of the world around me, and completely drawn into Thrillville. My character was running around the theme park like some duck, when my mother started putting her two cents in.

"Still playing your wii game, I see!"

"My life's too short." I replied, curtly.

"Then what are we? Ancient?"

"Never implied, nor intended to. I just realized, each morning I wake up, that my days grow shorter. And I have to game as much as possible before I put another foot into the coffin."

The word 'coffin' commenced the habitual family debate about television rights and so on. My mom won and quickly did she unplug my wii and insert into the dvd player her KOREAN DRAMA. 'Shit' I thought, 'This will take days.'

I turned to my dad, who had by then exhausted any means to fight for HIS favorite Channel 5 show, The Mentalist. "You do know that mom's not going to let you watch your favorite show either, right?"

DAD: 0 | MOM: 03 | RAIN: 03

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posted at 4:17 PM

7 nights in Malaysia

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Other than my first experience using the male toilet in a petrol station in KL (for they lost the keys to the female restroom), my 8 days holiday traveling to every inch and corner of Malaysia was otherwise risk-free.

After a night in Cititel (hotel) in Penang, the 9 of us took a ferry to Langkawi island, which was infested with Americans; I reckon they love the scorching sun for my skin sizzles under the heat. We unsuccessfully blended in with the mixture of blonde heads and black heads, blue heads, red heads and blah blah... We then rented a very sad bus (close to the point of breaking down it was!) at 140RM per day. "It's the best!" says my dad to us. "No power steering!" shouted a man from the stand. I swear my life flashed twice before me when my uncle had to turn the wheels VERY vigorously to swerve and avoid ramming into aggressive vehicles.

A two days stay at the island (the hotel was so very nice and comfy that I should wish to reconstruct it in my SIMS house) was quickly spent. A quirky guy at the beach however was the epitome of self-contradiction. "I advise you to buy this one. Expensive but this one is parasailing with a boat pulling you so you don't have to worry about controlling it. Otherwise you can also para-sail from the beach but I tell you..There was once a guy who landed wrongly and broke his leg." The deal was set.

He made several calls, upon realizing that he couldn't contact the boatmen and that night was quickly falling, he says to us in his business-like tone, "I cannot contact the boat man so I tell you what. I sell to you cheap price. Para-sailing from the beach very safe one. Just pull here (mimicks an action on the right and then the left) when we shout to you to pull."

"Didn't you just tell us that a guy broke his leg 4 days ago?!" shouted my sister.

We took the ferry back to Penang and on the fourth night, my parents, sister, uncle, aunt, and cousin Darren were already playing Mahjong with their own mahjong table made from the bed. I was left to babysit my youngest cousin Doreen and we at length engrossed ourselves with the new anime show. We left for Genting Highlands the next day.

Most unfortunate it was that my harmless little wish to play in the theme park was harshly crushed by the cold, treacherous wind! 16 degrees! My grandmother loathed the place and she complained about the biting wind each time the adults left for their night at the casino. My 14 year old cousin and I attempted to enter the gambling den! The outcome was obvious.

"Stop miss and you! (points to my cousin who is 174cm) IC please." demanded the security guard.

"Sorry, I left it upstairs in my hotel room." I smiled my best smile.

"Ok, go get it then." he replies almost instinctively. I reckon I wasn't the first 18 year old trying to get into the casino. I looked at my cousin. We made a run for it, giggling like kids. After my 2 restless nights in Genting came the happiest moment of my life! Another 2 nights stay in Melaka was spent purchasing Christmas gifts and anime CDs.

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posted at 9:33 PM

Love in the Ice

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Pisces get special privileges; we are entitled to cry more often than emotionally stable humans. But heck, everyone would cry upon watching this video. The lyrics are so beautiful, it resonates deeply..



It′s not your fault those hands are freezing
Borne from those childish days, you carry the scars
Are you afraid to love someone?
You pretend not to see the other side of the words

Like ice, the embraced heart slowly starts to thaw

* For anyone to be loved by someone,
Makes life in this world shine
If it was me, I′d make your heart warm once more
With eternal tenderness

Even if fate′s mischief pains the heart
On the other side of those tears,
A single ray of light will swoop down into the darkness
We know

As strong as the feeling of suffering, we can feel people′s warmth

Everyone is searching for a place
That can heal their sadness and loneliness
So... for you, that place is here
Don′t be afraid, don′t hesitate anymore, because I′ll protect you

My heart is pained
Because this love is so beautiful, don′t be afraid
Even if it′s just momentarily, I′ll let you know my love
This time is beautiful, you know... let you know my love

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posted at 11:40 PM

A Prom and a Club

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Much as I loathed, with utter revulsion, the notion of clubbing or a club for that matter, I found myself enjoying the experience in an unexpected twist. Who knew that bobbing your head, dancing on sore feet, and pouring liquor down your throat could be such an exhilarating experience!

Narrowly did my feet miss being nailed to the floor by several killer heels was I forced to spent a good length of time staring down at the ground. Other than the sharp and murderous stilettos, the club was less perilous than a bomb mine.

Mag, in her self-assumed position as our caregiver, was particularly meticulous in steering clear our pathway of bombs, men, zombies chicks etc. And to Yings was I forced to reassess my judgment of her taste in men. And here was my conception of American men always beautiful and gorgeous severely subverted.

Under constant surveillance did I, like a tiger hunting its prey, scan across the dance floor for any man with a tinged resemblance to Korean pretty boys. ALAS! My eyes burned and sere. Where did the pretty boys die off to?

Prior to my first clubbing experience was also the first of my Prom Night. Words alone are not suffice to express my utter disappointment in both the food and the experience as a whole. Let it be my first and the last of my attending a Prom event.

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posted at 3:53 AM