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Topless on Orchard

Bitched on: Sunday, August 27, 2006
Time: 8/27/2006 07:06:00 PM

A last RAG update, I swear.

At least for this year.

Last Sunday was our performance at Plaza Singapura (PS) for the public.
We were all decked out in our RAG costume (and yes, for me it was just the PINK bottom with the colourful and 'gay' belt that looks awfully like the female dancers' skirts).

So we (just the male dancers, duh...) were all topless.
It was 'eye-candy' galore at Orchard Road for just that one Sunday, lol...

Here are the pictures.

Once in a lifetime, man...
Now I can proudly say that I have walked down Orchard Road (at least the Dhoby Ghaut area) half-naked.
We even 'embarrassed' ourselves on this stage at PS (meant for some OSIM showcase) and posed for some pictures during our break. We did attract a lot of attention (fortunately not from the security guards) and a lot of people were staring at us, confused as to why these retarded people were dressed up like pixies and elves...

But when it came to performance time, everything went smoothly. We performed twice.
And it was quite an emotional one for me when we performed for the second time. Not only would that be our last time performing, I was finally performing it for my Mum (and my sisters, my Dad was still busy parking the car) who have been tolerating with my late-night rehearsals and crap.

To all the Raggers, it was fun guys. Great working with all of you.
And to those freshies-to-be,

"See you at RAG 2007!"

Labels: RAG, school

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A day at the zoo...

Bitched on: Saturday, August 26, 2006
Time: 8/26/2006 12:15:00 AM

I have been quite busy with schoolwork the past week.
Have been making a few trips down to the zoo.

Sounds fun doesn't it?

Two trips to the zoo for two consecutive days...

My (non-architecture) friends were all saying how lucky I was when I told them this.

Heck, if they had known that us, archi people, were down there just to do measurements of the zoo's entrance and not to go sightseeing, they would have sung a different tune.

I'm starting to loathe the place...

We have gone there to record how wide this or that space is, how high the ceiling is, angle of the sloping ceiling, how many tiles on the courtyard, how many planks on the floor, how many ceiling tiles, how many wooden trellis strips on the roof...
You get the picture...

Then we have to draw an elevation, site plan, section, plan and a MODEL with all these information...

And I didn't even get to step inside.

Sigh...

We were told to scram a couple of times by the security personnel. Even our studio tutors were not spared on the first day we went down.

What the hell? Like as if a bunch of students are a treat to the zoo's security...

Do we look like terrorists to you?
With our measuring tapes and notebook and pen?
Do we look like we will blow ourselves up anytime soon?

Or is the zoo a military installation?
We can't even take pictures (of the structure)?
Are they 'worried' we might (gasp...) replicate the zoo?

When we went down on the second day (without the tutors' supervision) I was made to leave by one of the security guards there (rather rudely, he threatened to call the police).
Which was ridiculous, cause I was just holding a pencil and sketchbook, counting the number of ceiling tiles.

What? Am I going to launch a missile directly into the centre of the roof after getting that piece of information?

What a guy to do then to avoid suspicions?

Act like a tourist...
Which wasn't hard for a camera whore like myself to do.

The animals there obviously hated me.

My camera-whoring Studio 2...

Labels: architecture, school

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Gyming with the Idol-ed.

Bitched on: Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Time: 8/22/2006 10:26:00 PM

I was in for a surprise when I went to gym this afternoon.

There he was.

Taufik Batisah.

Yes. THE Taufik Batisah, the 7-Eleven guy.
Haha...
OKOK. He is more than just the 7-Eleven poster-boy.
He is the first Singapore Idol.
Singapore Idol-ed, to be exact.
What he is doing now is anyone's guess.
Admit it, his star has lost its lustre.

But yet some of my female friends went gaa-gaa when I SMSed them to tell them what happened.

I was staring at him from the start when I was doing my warm-up stretching exercises to confirm my suspicions.
And he looked back at me too once in a while.
Maybe he sees the resemblance too... ehem...

Or maybe he was getting irritated, being stared at.

I wanted to check lah...
He looks like David Blane. With the over-mascara-ed eyes (though he claims to be au natural)...
He was taller than I imagine. And he looked beefier. When I mentioned that, my female friends gushed.

He was doing the bridges beside me with his buddy (one of the gym's many regulars I got acquainted with) as I was cooling down.
And he reeked... lol.
And we shared the same bench as we changed out of our gym clothes. I'm sure many girls (and some pink-blooded guys) will be dying to be in my shoes...

Now I can boast that I'm a member of Taufik Batisah's gym.
He is the third star so far to 'grace' my gym, the first being this hot Suria personality, what's-her-name (I hardly watch the channel bah) and this Channel 8 (or izzit U?) actor.

I'm not really a fan of Taufik. But I do admit I was overjoyed when he beat that what's-his-face-Sly (and I confess, I voted for Taufik 10 times, that would be S$5 back then, but in today's context, that would have been $6... Wah... 1 dollar difference le...).

However, now the poor guy has been reduced to a 7-Eleven poster boy and nothing more.
Any new albums in the future? It looks bleak.
Just wait till another new idol is crowned, (unlike the first American Idol) I think Taufik's star will slowly die off.

Speaking of the second Singapore Idol, I hope its going to be Hady. He can sing unlike two other equally popular guys in the show.

Unfortunately, he might have something against him.
Singapore wouldn't want another young Malay male to be crowned again.
Racist, I know.

Fact? I hope not.

Blogger's note: To respect Mr Taufik's privacy, the name of the gym shall not be disclosed. And I overheard from a conversation with his entourage, he would make it his regular gym.

Labels: Singapore Idol

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A time to rejoice.

Bitched on: Monday, August 21, 2006
Time: 8/21/2006 10:11:00 PM

It was my Dad's birthday a couple of days ago.
And it was time to rejoice, especially for my Mum.

She was smiling so broadly when they came back from the bank.

Why?

My Dad got his CPF. At least the first half.
(So you can calculate how old he is right now.)

And that's great news for the whole family.

Finally, we can start planning that Dubai holiday trip we have been eyeing.
Not to mention with my school starting now, the extra cash couldn't have come at a better time.

Happy Birthday, Daddy.
And this is the greatest gift you can give to the whole family.

Thanks.

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Drawing lines.

Bitched on: Saturday, August 19, 2006
Time: 8/19/2006 12:29:00 AM

"Architecture is the Art of how to waste space."
-Phillip Johnson
That was my quotation for my first studio assignment.
And my tutor loved it. My work lah... not only the quotation.

Kinda feeling relieved right now. First assignment leh.
Need to make good first impressions.
Need to 'carry balls' a bit (ie. suck-up).

We had to draw a 'space between two objects' and have a quotation that we can somehow relate to the drawing...

I honestly have no idea what it means too.

So I 'assumed' it was a negative space between two 'objects'.
And I drew a 'silhouette' of a person napping with his head on an archi drawing board with outlines of his archi tools all over the space (also my intention was to waste the space on the otherwise 'empty' A1 drawing paper).

The last 'accidental' part really made my tutor like it even more.
Cause it really goes with my quote. Wasting space.

But that was just the easy part of the assignment.
The most 'shiong' part was to draw lines...

Yes.

Drawing lines.

Many many lines. 20 lines, one centimetre apart, with consistent pencil thickness (0.5mm) and intensity.
And then draw more lines one millimetre apart (which are 0.1mm thick).
Do that horizontal. Vertical. With pencils and then repeat that in ink.

Think its easy?

Try it.

Without dirtying your paper. Without fingerprints. Without ink smudges.

Do it on A1 paper. Plus two other linear drawings (one diagonal and another pentagon-shaped design). Repeat it in ink.

One mistake, one smudge and there goes one piece of your A1.

So you do it over and over again. Until 4am the next morning.
With your fourth A1 paper.

A1 paper is not cheap mind you.
I tore up (in frustration) 3 pieces so far.

In fact, the course itself, Architecture, is not cheap.
I have just spent close to $150 on the equipments (so far).
I'm sure I'll spend much much more when we have to do the models in the future.

Sianz.

And the lectures are like, "HUH?"
I think my lecturers are like in a world of their own.
They can go on and on rambling about this and that, leaving most of the students completely lost.

And I need to brush up on my English.
Most of the time I'm like, "Huh? How the hell do you spell that word?" or, "What does that mean?"

Sigh...
And to think I was this close to taking a Mass Communications degree instead.

Some people in the Archi course are so competitive leh. I know of some who actually 'cheong' (rush) to borrow the library books recommended by the lecturers as soon as the lectures end.
Imagine 200 over students all pouncing on the same book!

And one thing I notice about being in a studio filled with budding architects is that its hard to stand out!
Everyone is so talented. And that's why everyone rarely compliments the other.
But I was going around, "Wah"-ing at other people's works.
A bit loser-ish, I know.
And also its a bit of a 'culture shock' cause coming from a Science background ie. classmates who can't draw nuts (and everything else for that matter), I'm always at the receiving end of compliments.

Haha...

Sigh...
Its just the beginning.
Will I be all geared up for this course?
4 years of hellish working hours, sleep deprivation and obesity from an over-consumption of MacDonalds (which is just a stone's throw away from my studio).

Anyway, a friend made an 'accidental' joke just now.
We had a Rag rehearsal (for Sunday's Plaza Singapura public performance, do come down to support) earlier today, and the Archi 'raggers' were punctual. The same can't be said for the other Building and PFL (don't ask me what it stands for) 'raggers'.
So when my architecture course mate made that comment to another friend (from another course), the other friend told my archi friend, "Wah, so now you archi people drawing lines lah..."

You geddit?
As in to 'draw a distinction between us and them'?
As in to 'literally draw lines' also!
Get the pun?

OKOK, not funny.

I'm sleep-deprived. Who can blame me?
I find everything easily 'amusable' (if there is such a word) now.

Rag Update:
This coming Sunday we have a public performance at Plaza Singapura.
SDE (School of Design and Environment) moi's school's performance timeslots are around four plus and six plus (not too sure exactly).
I'll still be wearing pink.

And someone actually posted this on YouTube.com.

We were high lah, it was close to midnight. And it was 9 hours to the actual performance.
There's also one of our Rag rehearsal. See here.

I'm finally on YouTube but I'm half naked!!!
And I'm wearing PINK!!!
ARGH!!!

Labels: architecture, RAG, school

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SINGapore Idol

Bitched on: Thursday, August 17, 2006
Time: 8/17/2006 09:10:00 PM

Dear Teenage Singaporean girls,

Sigh...

I have heard about the increasing number of teenagers getting myopic in Singapore.
But what I didn't know is that you teenage girls are getting deaf as well.

Why just you, the female species?

Watched Singapore Idol lately?
You can notice that the really good FEMALE singers getting picked off the show one by one.
First Rahimah and now Mathilda.
I won't be surprised by an all-male final four or even five.

I blame you, Teenage Singaporean Girls.

Stupid. Retarded. Deaf.

I blame all of you for the dropping singing standards of Singapore Idol.
I blame you for keeping the equally retarded and (tone) deaf Paul Twohill and Joakim Gomez in the show.

Admit it! They can't SING!!!!

And you have to be able to SING to be a SINGapore Idol!!!!

Stop wasting your parents' (hard-earned) money!!!
Donate the money instead!!!

Or pay for the surgery to dig all your ear wax out!

Stop keeping these two clowns in!

Sincerely, Angry Shazi
(who refuse to pay 60 damn cents to vote at all)

Labels: Singapore Idol

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Rag Day: Updated

Bitched on: Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Time: 8/15/2006 03:17:00 AM

Sheer magic as SDE wins the Least Cost for Clubs award for its magical forest float

Our picture!
Its 'frontpage' on the NUS website...
Though, they obviously missed out the BEST FLOAT award..

Some kind soul actually posted our Rag performance on YouTube.

Here.

Enjoy...

I was the guy (in pink, laugh all you want...) coming down from the float at the beginning of the dance.
And I lost my balance after I spun out of control... haha..

A bit messy lah the dance, but it was nice, nonetheless.

Here are the updated pictures for Rag too.

Labels: RAG, school

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My First Day...

Bitched on: Monday, August 14, 2006
Time: 8/14/2006 08:38:00 PM

My first day of school was uneventful.

Blah.. blah.. blah..

Almost came to school late.
Almost missed the bus.
But I ran after the bus, with all my architecture equipments like my AO carrying tube around my neck, the enormous A1 wooden drawing board under my left arm and my bag slung on my right shoulder.
I must have looked very comical sprinting beside the bus before the bus driver relented and hit the brakes.

Moron...

But I was still almost late and had to take a cab along the way.

The lecture was dry, nothing really educational.
Met all those friends I made from Rag, my Freshman Orientation Camp (FOC) and friends of friends.
So I wasn't lonely and feeling out of place like some of the loners I saw.

And my studio mates are kinda cool (a couple of them were from my OG during the FOC) except for this girl, who was more like a guy than she was a gal.
Not only was she was 'butchy' she was awfully loud and... loud.

First impressions are really important and my impression of her wasn't that positive.

My studio tutor is the only female architecture tutor (as far as I know) and she hails from China. So she has this really cute and super soft-spoken accent.

Our first homework, draw lines...
Many many lines...

Yay!!!

So that's pretty much what I did today.
Hardly an interesting entry, I know.

Got to go.

Draw lines again...

Yay!!!

Labels: architecture, school

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Shag Day

Bitched on: Sunday, August 13, 2006
Time: 8/13/2006 11:52:00 PM

Some pictures uploaded. See here.

Wah...

Have you ever slept for more than 12 hours?

I slept for 16 hours (that's my personal record)...
In fact, I just woke up.

Wah...

Why the 'shagness'?

After close to a month of dance practice and helping out with my faculty's (School of Design and Environment, SDE) float, yesterday was our Rag Day.

They should have renamed it to Shag Day.
Seriously, it was really draining.
I have never felt so sleep-deprived since Army.

At least in Army you can 'steal' naps here and there.

What's Rag? You might ask.

Its something like Chingay or like some kind of festival with float processions and festive colourful performers (think Mardi Gras).

Sounds gay, huh?

Well, I don't know how I got myself into it, but I did.

So we had been practising for roughly a month (me juggling with work for the first two weeks).

And I had to change dance partners here and there. At first, in my absence.
And then, because I couldn't carry my partner.

Yes, it was more embarrassing for me than it was for her, apparently.
I couldn't do some lifts with her.

Yah yah...
In my defence, she was only lighter than me by 5 kg.
Even she said it herself.

All my gyming gone to waste...
lol.

I had helped out with the float too.
I even slept over last Friday.
And got a fever the following day.

The float for your information, was just a truck (or lorry) decorated with (supposedly) recycled used materials.

We won the Cheapest Float award as most of our decorations were 'recycled' from last year's float.
And we also bagged the Best Float for Faculty award.
Which, to us, was a great relief.

Cause we were under a lot of pressure to win big.
BIG.
Last year we (and I mean SDE) had swept a record-setting 4 out 5 of the awards for float, only losing the Best Float Presentation Award (ie. dance).

And we wanted to repeat history again. And maybe win the last award too.
But alas, our hopes were dashed when we saw how great our competitors were, especially Medical Faculty (which surprisingly, to me, had a lot of HOT CHICKS) which eventually won the Best Float Presentation.

Also, we were under intense pressure from our 'dance instructors' during every single rehearsals to improve. I have to admit, we were a really childish and playful bunch (uncharacteristic for 20-year-olds), and we did deserve all the'scoldings'...
Unfortunately, not only do we have the playful streak of a 5 year old, we also have the memory of one too.

We have the memory capacity equivalent to that of a goldfish.
All the stern warnings to buck up and scoldings to be serious fall on deaf ears.
One ear in, one ear out.

Sigh...

In the end, everyone had put in 100% effort for the actual performance and it showed (I hope).

Even after a night of being awake.
No SLEEP at all!!!

Not only did we practise the day before, we had to put on our make-up (yes, face paint and body paint!!!) that night too (around midnight).
(The body paint made really weird but nicely-shaped sunburnt marks the following day.)
And we had to continue with our technical rehearsals into the early morning...
Only getting less than an hour to catch forty winks before the show kicks off in the morning.

And I, being the 'blur' one, didn't even know that the event was going to be graced by the President (OF SINGAPORE!) until the morning itself.
I had initially thought it was just the president of the university!!!

Wah...
Glad to have won something and gotten the prizes from the MAN himself.

Cheers to all the Raggers; floaters (doing the float) and dancers alike.

A great day for all of SDE.

Thanks, especially to the dancers for making my past one month a really wonderful time (not to mention a smooth transition into school again).
I honestly feel 'lost' now that Rag Day is over.
I miss the rehearsals (mostly the-fooling-around-part), the stupid 'retarded' games we created ourselves and the late night dinners with all of you.

Kudos to Pek and Lloyd for spending every single waking hour doing the float, even sacrificing many many hours of sleep. We wouldn't have won anything if not for you guys and the rest of the dedicated floaters.

Thanks to the costume designers for also spending every single waking hour doing the costumes (yes, thanks, even if my costume was pink, lol)

And last but not least, a HUGE 'THANK YOU' to Wailing and Reina (the-everyday-so-pretty-Reina) for all your patience and dedication to us dancers, the mentally-stunted dancers...
And for all the physically strenuous stretching exercises (thanks to you, 'No-Bones' Wailing, I can finally touch my toes)

I'm trying to gather all the pictures we took during Rag and the rehearsals.
See here for some.

Here are just some of the many many pictures we took during Rag.

Pre-Rag Day 'Class' Photo

The colourful pixies; Happy (in pink and blue), Fire (in black and red) and Rebirth (in green) pixies.

The Raggers with the two awards. And yes, I was wearing PINK.

Labels: RAG, school

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Happy Birthday Singapore!!!

Bitched on: Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Time: 8/09/2006 12:15:00 AM

Happy 41st Birthday!!!

Its the nation's independance day today!

And I would be stuck in school for the whole day!

Yay!!!

Bleargh...

I'm really not feeling the National Day 'spirit' sadly...

I hardly see any of the republic's state flag hanging beneath the windows of the apartments in my neighbourhood.
And I have to admit, my house is one of them.
We can't find the flag anywhere and I have tried searching the entire house to no avail.

But heck that.
You don't need to wave a Singapore flag around to show how proud you are.

Well, I'm damn proud to be Singaporean!

My city state, my island home.
From our humble fishing village background, to a world renowned cosmopolitan city.
An independant, self-sufficient country (well, almost, but we are working on it) that can rival any other country in the world.
Our technological and research sectors are as advanced as any 'first world' country, no doubt about that.
We are a country so multi-ethnic, so multi-cultural and so multi-religious, its amazing how people of every colour can live alongside one another so harmoniously without any conflict whatsover.
We should be the role model for the whole world to follow. We are really the ones who can call ourselves 'truly Asia'.

Period.

I read this once in a magazine before, "We are more likely to introduce ourselves as Singaporean first, before our ethnic group."

Ditto.

Lately, people have been asking if I'm local or not.

I don't know why, maybe its my recent tan-less skin (skin doctor told me to avoid the sun), my dyed hair (some mix of brown and ash) that's so curly, its beginning to resemble a 'fro, or my coloured contacts (green cause I ran out of normal colourless dailies), and because of all that I look (gasp!!!) less local.

Even old friends are suddenly interested about my parentage.

I will proudly say that I'm local.
And Malay (with a quater of Indian and Sri Lankan).

Anyway, back to my plans later, though I would be in school the whole day, I would still try to catch the National Day parade, with my new university friends, in a lecture theatre (LT).

We'll enjoy the parade and performances with takeaway pizzas and Mac Ds.

Though we can't be there for the actual thing, we will bring the parade to us (sounds so cliche).

Hmmm....
Maybe I'll bring sparklers for our 'fireworks'.

lol.

Ciao!

Latest Update:
Warning: Graphic content, not for the squeamish

Remember the not-for-swallowing-pill (see previous entry)?

Well, I 'tried' one just now (felt like I was wearing a tampon, of course I wouldn't have known how it feels like, or look like for that matter).

And OMG!!!
Its the size of a 5.56mm round!!!! (Yes, its that huge!)
And it has to be refrigerated, so its icy cold!!!!!

So freaking uncomfortable!!!!

So the next time you see me, and I am acting cold towards you and behave like I have something up my butt, I might just do...

lol.

Labels: personal, school, Singapore stories

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Slack Day

Bitched on: Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Time: 8/08/2006 03:33:00 PM

Warning: May contain graphic and disturbing pictures and content.

Today is supposed to be my flag day.

Sigh...
Still feeling sickish...

Though I was so 'looking forward' to going around asking complete strangers for donations (and more than half the time getting rejected), I was glad I got to sleep in today.

Actually, I woke up bright and early today, washed-up and had breakfast. I changed my mind as I was about to step out of my house, shivering uncontrollably.

I have to admit, there still is an overwhelming guilt in me about not doing this to help the less fortunate community.
I felt very selfish lah... Guilty as charged.

That's just me.

I won't say I'm a freaking saint.
But I do feel the need to do everything, anything, despite what I'm feeling or going through.

I would like to quote Monica (from F.R.I.E.N.D.S.) who said, "I have an uncontrollable urge to please people."

lol.
That show cracks me up. I love F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.
I'm beginning to worry about the deteriorating opinionated state of my blog entries.
Gone are the days of fiery debates and eye-catching 'headlines'.

Reading previous entries, my blog has become like one of those I-did-this-today-blah-blah-blah blogs...

So boring.

At least I'm not the I-ate-this-today-kinda-blog...

And then there will be the pictures of what I ate... chocolate cake lah, spaghetti lah, sushi lah...
(If you are doing this, get a life, we don't need to know what you ate)

Speaking of chocolate cake, I made a bloody one yesterday.

If you are thinking the toilet-bowl-kind, then you are brilliant.

Haha...
On a serious note, remember my bloody stool episodes?
Because of the new drug I'm taking for my complexion, I have rectal bleeding occasionally.

And yesterday, was like the worst. It didn't just trickle, it gushed out. So bad, I was a bit woozy when I saw the red in the toilet bowl.
I think the bleeding was made worst by my fever and heatiness.

So I went to the doctor in school.

Who was suspiciously a bit eager to pull down my pants and do an ehem... anal probe on me. I turned him down, explaining that I was 'on the pill' (that causes the bleeding).

That didn't stop him from prescribing a do-not-swallow-this-pill (if you know what I mean) medication.

He said I might have piles...
Wah...
That's quite serious right?

Well, I won't know for certain until next week when I'm seeing him again to renew my prescription.

And I'm damn sure he won't put the anal probing thingy to rest...

Labels: acne, personal, school

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Singapore Idle: Too Old

Bitched on: Monday, August 07, 2006
Time: 8/07/2006 12:01:00 AM

Is it me or do I feel too old for Singapore Idol?

I have a headache (for God's sake) whenever the show is on (even when the commercial is shown)...

I kid you not.

I have to turn down the volume a notch otherwise my eardrums would explode...

Not because of the incompetent singing or Ja's nonsensical ramblings, but because of all those teenage girls screaming!

You know you are old when all the incessant (like-kena-raped) screamings can give you a migraine.

You also know that you are old when you feel that fantasizing about being with one of the female contestant on the show is illegal. You feel like a paedophile...

I feel old, watching the show.
So old, the only person I feel like I can relate to on the show is Gurmit and the four has-been judges.
Speaking of Gurmit, he should seriously step down as the host.
Not only is he like... balding, he is just not cool enough.

Make way for Daniel Ong, man.
He is the man. Fake American slang and all...

Which made me thinking, is the 10 cents hike (for each voting SMS or call) to pay for another (almost redundant) host?

Not only are we (when I say 'we', I don't mean myself) paying more, we (me included) are honestly listening to worse contestants than previous season, not to mention Jacintha's zen-like (or izzit drunk-like) comments (...bullshit...).

What's up with that woman?
Her comments are as useful as the human gall bladder.
Totally nonsensical, unconstructive and she is most likely to make anyone go, "HUH?" after she's done commenting.

But back to the singing hopeless, I mean, hopefuls, except for Hadi, Jonathan and Rahimah, the rest pretty much sucked.
Mathilda is a tad showoff-y but I have to admit, she is the show's singing diva.
However, her time is coming really soon.

Thankfully, Emilee is out. I was afraid she would be like last season's infamous Jerry. The weakest singer with a huge and questionable fan base.
Poor girl is always booed by the mostly teenage girl audience because

A. She's the oldest (28, Jay is 27, 'coincidentally', he's out too...)
B. She's a woman (not a cookie cutter boyband member)
C. She can't sing for nuts

Speaking of can't sing for nuts, there's Joakim and Paul.
What's up with this?
Why in the world are they still around?
More importantly, why do girls (my 20-something sister included) find Paul Twohill irresistibly cute?
What's up with the hair, dude?

It must be because of I-must-fast-to-save-money-to-vote-for-(insert name)-girls who are

A. Stick thin from all the fasting
B. Deaf and/or blind and/or mute (from all the screaming)
C. below 15.

Is Singapore Idol turning out to be another teenage-dominated-talentless-popularity-contest 'talent' show?

I'm beginning to think so.

And the producers of the show must really be patting themselves on the back for accomplishing this.

Who wouldn't?
Its like stealing a candy from a baby.

In this case, it would be like 'stealing' money from stupid teenagers who are still tied to their parents' purse string.

The producers are really doing everything they can to commercialise and advertise Singapore Idol to the teenage public.
From roadshows selling Singapore Idol merchandise for the 'idols' to sign on, to Singapore Idol websites (which you have to pay to join as a member, gee... retarded teens wouldn't even think twice).

The 'idols'-mania has even invaded the blogosphere.

They have had everything covered.
What next?
Pay a members-fee to know what undergarments your 'idols' are wearing?

Oh wait, they HAVE done that, they have stooped to that low.

PS: One major major complaint from me.
Can they screen the people entering the pit (the area surrounding the stage)?

Some of the audience look half dead when the 'idols' are singing.

Some are just too fugly.

And too old...

Oopps...

Labels: Singapore Idol

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Busy, busy, busy...

Bitched on: Saturday, August 05, 2006
Time: 8/05/2006 09:00:00 PM

I've been busy.

That's like on almost every entry in my blog, I know.
And also my friends' too.

This is the 'season' to be busy.

School is starting.
Camps here and there.
Bid this, bid that.
GEM? SS? Core? CCA? Hall?
Rag. Rag. Rag.
Dance, float, dance, float...

I feel so overstretched.
But that's me.
I'm a workaholic I think.

Pile on the workload. Keep it coming...

Proof?
My face is like a warzone now.
Outbreak.
Lack of sleep. AGAIN.
I feel like I have totally ignored my appearance now (haven't shave in days, and my lips are peeling, see previous entry).

I met a friend (whom I haven't seen for a year) at my matriculation fair.
And after exchanging pleasantries and the occasional insults, he leaned over and lowered his voice (but loud enough for people around us to hear), "Eh, you better do something about your face. (we are) No longer in the Army, no (need for) camo cream anymore."

I was dumbfonded. Here was a friend I haven't seen in almost a year...
I could have come up with a better comeback and insult the ass of him back (if you are reading this, you moron, you are a moron, but we are still friends though).

What did I say to that?
I mumbled, "Erm... erm... actually camo cream is scientifically proven to be good for the skin."

Dumbass...

Speaking of meeting people at school, I met my cousin.
Whom I took a good 5 minutes to recognise and register in my (not-working-so-well) brain that we are related.
She saw me, waved and chatted excitedly to me for roughly a couple of minutes before heading to another group of friends.

Yes, I took a while after she left to recognise her!
All the while she was talking to me, I had a fake smile plastered on my idiotic grinning face.
Crapping my way through the conversation...

And who can blame me, she looked different! Unrecognisable!

I have always seen her wearing the tudung and she wasn't back then. Don't get me started about her make-up...

Any thicker and it could have flaked off.

That's so mean...

She wasn't the only one I couldn't recognise.
Just a week into school, I have bumped into many many friends (from different stages of my life) who would call out my name with ease.
And I would be stumped with theirs. So I'll just smile. Again with the idiotic grinning face.

I'm making a lot of friends, thankfully, so many that a new friend was surprised when I knew almost half the people in my school.

I won't say I'm Mr Popular, cause I really am not.
I feel like I am the buddy.
Looking back, I think I have almost been fortunate to be the close friend of some Mr or Miss Populars.
In a way I'm the sidekick. People remember me.

Anyway, I'm blessed with the charm (ehem...)

Plus I'm calling myself Shazi now.
Simply because people find it hard to pronounce my actual name, Shaziran.
You just put a 'ran' at the back and people will somehow call you Sharizan.

Go figure...

Shazi is a unique name, easy to remember.
So unique, when I introduce myself, out of ten, half will ask if that's my actual name.

But back to friends, I suddenly find myself surrounded by friends again.

Finally human contact.
And I even caught the fever from a friend...
Yay!

Pathetic, I know.

If you have read my previous entries, there was a time when I felt really low and lonely.
But now, things are falling into place.

Old friends, new friends.
New school.
Old memories, new experiences.

Old Shaziran, a new Shazi.

Labels: acne, architecture, RAG, school

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Gimme the drugs...

Bitched on: Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Time: 8/02/2006 01:00:00 AM

Argh!!!!!!!!!!

Headache!!!

And I'm extremely irritable nowadays.

Ever since I started taking the drug my twinny recommended to me.

Nimegan...

This anti-acne pill.

I have to say my face is less oily now, even after a whole day out.
But according to my skin doctor, I would have a small break-out initially before everything clears out.

A small breakout?
Try the formation of the Himalayas fast forwarded over a million years.

And I have been 'menstruating' like nobody's business...

My doctor said it was part of the side effects.
Rectal bleeding.
NOT menstruation.

Instead of stools, blood comes trickling out.
I'm used to this cause back in school when I was stressed or before I have a fever, I would bleed too.
But now, because of the drug, I have the bleeding almost everytime I crap...

TMI...
Too much information, I know!
lol...

And another obvious side effect is my dry parched lips.
Its so freaking bad that I've used up two lip balms in a month!

My skin and eyes are also much much dryer.
I can't wear my contact lens without getting sore eyes at night when I take them out.

And my friends have noticed that I am fairer than I originally am.
Cause my doctor told me to avoid the sun.
That's an easy advice (good excuse for not going for soccer with the guys).

I have been brought up by my mum (since young) to scurry for shade or heck, use the umbrella when the sun gets a bit erm.. sunny.
So princess-y.
But then, I have to turn down some weekends of swimming in the pool or 'tanning' outings to Sentosa.

Not only that, I have been having this horrible headache that hits me like an anvil.
I have never had this kind.
Its not the dizzy kind, but the really heavy pressing on the brain kind...

Argh!!!!!

And add to that the racket when I'm trying to sleep!
A bloody getai show has sprung up beside my house!

I know we have to be tolerant about one another beliefs but this is TOO MUCH!

Its just as much for wandering spirits as it is for fugly chikopeks who lust over scantily clad sweet young things gyrating on stage under blaring techno lights (try saying that in one breath).

And my overhead fan!!!!
It sounds like its about to drop on my sleeping head any night now!!!!

I need to sleep!

Argh!!!!!

PS: Its about time Emilee got kicked out of Singapore Idol.
The 'hungry ghosts' getai shows are now on...

Labels: acne, personal

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IMPOSTER ALERT!!!!

Bitched on: Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Time: 8/01/2006 03:34:00 PM

You know your blog is doing well when you have imposters...
People who claim to be you.

I found mine!!!

Here.

The 'Shazi' here in question is none other than my sis lah..
Lol.
Her name is also Shazi... Shazirin.

Of course, she hasn't updated anything at all since August.

The reason she gave to have the blog in the first place was so that she could give comments on her friends' blogs...

I was shocked when I first found out there was another blog with a name like SEXYSHAZI...

Haha...

This shows that narcissism runs in the family.

Haha...

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