MyRIad

MyRIad, a very cool concert featuring all 5 of RI’s musical groups combined together in one huge and amazing concert that completely blew the audience’s minds away! The day before my CCA camp, I attended this phenomenal, completely HOT concert! Here are some photos!

Here is the military band.

The conductor looks like he’s trying to fly. I would like to also have a disclaimer that I was not supposed to take photos, but I, well, kinda broke the rules.

And here is the very energetic choir. Louis Lim is the first one in the first row, the one with his foot slightly off the ground.

After a few photos the usher was looking at me oddly, so I decided to stop.

There was also the final combined performance, with all 5 groups and the Hwa Harmonica Troupe all doing What A Small Small World. It was kinda odd, but overall quite ok.

Anyway, the other musical groups are the Chinese Orchestra, Guitar Ensemble and the String Ensemble. I felt the best performances, the TWO best, were the Tungarae (sp.?) from the choir, an infectious, completely sizzling song, and the last performance from the CO, the song that was on the Ren Ci Charity Show. It was hot, catchy, and very very fun to listen too! Anyone got that song?! I need it! I’m craving it! It’s replaying itself over and over in my head! It’s called ‘Matsuri’, FYI, thanks to Yuchen who enlightened me.

And then during the intermission I met a lot of ppl who came for the concert too, like Ian, Boon Ping, Mathan, Yao, Dean, Nabil, Yi Yang (who was performing for String), An Shing, Jon Lim, Kevin, Shawn (who was SUPPOSED to perform! You let me down Tat Chern!), Kennedy, Elton, Pinhong, Bing Wen, Bryan Nah, etc etc. Also got some teachers like Mrs Taybe, Ms Low SH and also Mr Dennis Au who (gasp!) brought his girlfriend along! Also met gals like Serene, Geraldine and Shi Hui before the start of the show earlier.

One nice surprise was that they didn’t end with the choir singing the School song.

Okay. After MyRIad ended, and Jonathan Auyong’s freaky jokes were ringing in my head I, David Lee Tat Wai, Changzhong, Marvin and Benjamin decided to go for some dinner. Here are they…
(from left) David, Changzhong, Ben (waving to me) and Marvin the loser who’s covering his face.

We headed across the underpass to Suntec, where I received a call from Bryan Nah saying that he wanted to join me, Tat Wai, Ben, Marvin and CZ for dinner too. Apparently Khai Cheong and the other 3B guys had abandoned him and Stewart, so they wanted to meet with the five of us for dinner too.

While waiting for Nah and Stewart to navigate their way from Marina to Suntec, we played a very good prank on Marvin, going up the escalators and making him follow us up and down the escalators, until he was so pissed (which was SO DAMN FUNNY!) that he left us in a huff. Like what Ben said, “He thinks he’s cool enough to walk away.” To which I replied, “He thought wrongly.”

So eventually it was just me, Tat Wai, Ben and CZ meeting up with Nah and Stewart at Marché, and then to my horror Stewart had asked Marvin to meet them at Marché too. Not wanting to be burdened by a certain loser, we quickly left for Marina, not informing Marvin of our change in plans.

Went to the food court in Marina Square. CZ, Ben and Tat Wai felt guilty about abandoning Marvin, so they ‘invited’ him back again to join us for dinner at the food court, where he proceeded to start complaining, whining, being a complete asshole, like he was actually the best amongst us or something like that. Completely irritating.

That would happen to be David’s pink water bottle. They were all off buying food, leaving me to guard the table! Bad boys ah, all of you!

And here are the very well-taken pictures of Nah by Changzhong, using my camera!

The above photo is actually quite good. And here is Nah, a futile attempt to block the cam, while Stewart tries to dodge.

And here’s one of me!

And here is Stewart’s nice badminton racket.

After a delicious meal of carrot cake, we all left to find something to do in Marina Square. Decided on the arcade. At first wanted to go play pool, but the man guarding the pool section of the arcade flatly refused to let us in unless we showed ICs.

Tsk tsk. So ended up spending seven dollars on pointless video games.

After that Tat Wai, Stewart, CZ, Marvin and Ben had to leave (it was already 9 pm!) but me and Nah decided to keep playing. Went to Superbowl and tried a few games.

I had not touched a bowling ball for ages, so naturally Bryan Nah owned me totally. His score was completely twice of mine!

At 10 pm, THEN we decided to go home. I was totally drained… So was Nah, and no shops were open at all.

It was a good day. A very good day, spending somewhat of quality time with some fun and good friends.

P.S Here are some photos of me taken by Nah, who now proclaims himself the ‘best photographer in the world’! You go Nah!

I have the whole nice look thing going on, right?

Okay, everyone! Time for me to sleep, just came back from a very screwed up Sec-One Orientation Camp so i need to catch some zzzzs. Cya later!

10 Random Thoughts

1o Random Thoughts off the top of my head

10. I need a present to give to my little cousin. Why doesn’t Hi-5 come out with a CD already?
9. Taylor Hicks won American Idol. I suddenly want to get both his album and Katherine’s. Sherry, you’ve won, you’ve converted me to Soul Patrol.
8. Carrie Underwood won American Country Music Award for Best Female Newcomer. Rightfully deserving it.
7. X-Men III is super cool.
6. Jeremy Ratnam came to RI today. He’s from Power 98 fm, and gave out a whole lot of Shakira CDs. Louis and I were showing off our knowledge of pop culture, hurhurhur.
5. Birthdays this month and next: Dean, Nabil, Sadikin, Cuz, ME!!!
4. My Maths was moderated. Now I’m no more failing!
3. I have a lot of homework. Homework, projects, assignments. My head is abt to explode.
2. Wangling, I’m superly superly sorry for not going to CHIJ St. Nicks today at 2.15!!! I’m really really sorry lah. Apologize on my behalf to your teacher too, okay? PLEASE??
1. Marvin is a complete loser, he’s pissing me off, and I am very close to destroying everything he has.

There. 10 Thoughts of complete Randomness.

Take a gun and shoot the TV

Singapore Idol has begun its Season 2.

And like all Idol seasons of any country that I watch, I will inevitably want to draw out a gun and shoot my TV.

For it is the audition round.

The auditions are basically a giant, one-and-a-half hour of unadulterted comedy and murder of music. These are times when singers (the professionals) regret ever making music to the point these ordinary people who wanna be extraordinary are able to murder and maul their songs.

I currently am between the stages of laughing and wanting to tug off my hair and shoot the TV with an imaginary gun that currently is in the form of a Blackberry.

I really am shocked by the whole quality of contestants.

It’s really very questionable.

We have the really good ones. The ones that can really sing. That stand a chance of making it.

Then we have the ones that kill. The ones that wield their voice like a sword, slashing, cutting up and mauling anybody unfortunate enough to pay attention.

Oh my god. I barely survived the auditions show that featured the contestants that kill with their voice.

Although I must say some are really really good. Like, for example, that girl in RJC. And also that long-haired girl who sang Colours of The Wind by Vanessa Williams. Then there’s the one who sang My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.

Some really good ones. Now if I could get through the horrible ones, I would feel glad and happy.

On a separate note, I am loving the four judges this season. Dick, Florence, Jacintha and Ken are all professionals and they seem to be more experienced and quick to decide this season. Plus, they are much more entertaining.

Dick: You sing like a bird. A crow.

Dick: That was uh… What was that?

Ken: You made that song sound very scary.

Florence: See you later, Cowboy.

Ken: You are making a fool out of yourself. If there ever is a third season, please do not join.

Jacintha: What? Campfire in the moonlight? Oh, Can’t Fight The Moonlight.

Florence: You are… very entertaining. (Which basically means, you suck.)

Dick: Get out. Ah! I made a promise not to say Get Out this entire season and you just made me break that promise.

Ken: I am not impressed.

Dick: You know, you can be a model. But singing just isn’t for you. Sorry.
Contestant leaves.
Jacintha: Did you see his face? You made his day by saying he looks like a fashion model!
Florence: Really? You meant that?
Dick: NO!
Ken: You were lying, weren’t you?
Dick: Yeah! Of course!

Contestant: Can I sing another song?
Ken: No, you only get one shot.
Contestant: Just let me sing, please.
Dick: What for? We’re not gonna let you in anyway.
Contestant: Well, maybe I’ll just brighten up your day!
Dick: I doubt so. You’ll probably make it worse.

Contestant opens his mouth.
Ken starts laughing.
Ken: Could you (heehee), uh, (snort, haha) give us (heeeeheee) two minutes?
Contestant goes to one side.
Ken: (starts laughing uncontrollably)
Jacintha: And Ken thanks you for coming.

The contestant, Sean Ng, is spinning the hula hoop while singing.
Dick: Well, the hula hoop was spinning so much I felt like vomiting. Or maybe that was just your voice.

Well, at least someone’s making me laugh.

Memory of a Blog

After 280 posts, 368 days, 46 links, 10 blogskin color/schematic changes, over 10, 000 hits and many readers and blogders, my blog has finally turned a wonderful ONE year old!

This is a very belated birthday wish to my blog. But in any case, I love it a lot and I’m sure all of you who read my blog constantly and understand and relate to my experiences and posts also love it a lot.

I encourage you to tag and leave comments about what Im doing right, and get more people to come! Remember, the more people coming in, the greater my blog and the better I will become as a blogger.

Haha.

Well. In any case my blog exists as a reminder to all teen spirits, that this is what teenage life is all about. Living and learning.

P.S Happy Birthday also to Tania, who turns a very very very very very very very young 21 years old on May 23rd! Happy Bdae Tania!

P.P.S My grandma’s baked spicy fish. Completely to die for, ok.

It is spicy, juicy, crunchy on the outside, tender on the inside, spicy, and goes very well with… Green Tea! Good food. Seriously.

I fail to pass

CT Standings
Maths 1.6
Chinese 2.0 (WAH LAO eh!)
English 2.0 (WTH!)
Literature 2.8 (OMG)
Social Studies 3.2
Biology 3.2
Chemistry 2.8
Physics 1.6 (hopefully 2.0 if Huang Yuting gives me that ONE mark)

Overall
Maths 1.6
Maths (second weightage) 1.6
Chinese 2.8
English 2.8
Literature 3.2
Social Studies 3.6
Biology 2.4
Chemistry 2.8
Physics 2.0

Total GPA: 2.53!

This is one of those days which I feel like I could just die. Fortunately for me, I think I still have a lot to live for.

P.S I heard from Chenghan and Alaric that if you get less than 2.8 for your overall GPA at year-end the school will call up your parents or something. Shit, is this true ah?

Stupid, foul, childish people

It makes completely no sense.

Who the FUCK Is REMY?!

My good friend Serene, has this blog (check my links) and recently this guy ‘remy’ posted on her tagboard, something about me going onto her blog and hence ‘fouling it’, and then something about her blog being sad because I visited it.

Go to http://serene.owns.it and scroll through her tagboard to find out more.

And I wanna tell this ‘remy’ guy something.

GROW UP.

GROW UP, FUCKER.

Seriously.

I feel so pissed right now, that I want to just scold off this remy guy on her blog, I want to just totally spam Serene’s tagboard and insult this ‘remy’ guy until he cries and weeps and wails.

Fortunately for ‘remy’, Serene is a really good friend of mine and I really don’t wanna make her blog seem bad by scolding off some stranger on her blog.

‘Remy’, you’re lucky serene is one of my good friends.

Because if not, I would have embarrassed you. But no problem. I will find you, hunt you down, and totally bust your fuckingly childish ass.

You don’t want to piss me off. And right now, I’m so pissed off. And if ‘remy’ is your real name, you will be so dead because there are only so many ‘remy’s in the world.

Firstly, if you wanna insult me, if you wanna tell me off and tell me whatever you want to tell me, TELL IT TO ME ON MY BLOG.

Don’t go around poisoning and attacking my friends’ blogs by saying how disgusting i am, blah blah blah. Because YOU are the disgusting one, ‘remy’.

And btw, you are SO fuckingly childish, YOU ARE SUCH A MOTHERFUCKER. Because I have many friends, many people who think I am fine, I am all right, and I am a good, nice person with an outstanding personality. If YOU, you, ONE OUT OF A BILLION people in the world think I suck, THEN SO BE IT. Don’t go around my friends blogs telling them ‘how sad it is I visit their blog’. Because they are my friends, and whether or not I visit their blog and post on their tagboard and do whatever I want, IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, YOU ASSHOLE FUCKER.

It is the same as me telling you, “YOU FUCKING LOSER, YOU SUCK AND YOU ARE A FUCKING BASTARD.”

And I have no right to do that. Because I don’t know who you are. Who you REALLY are.

Same goes for you. Do you know me well? How long have you been in the same room with me? A long time? Have we ever had lunch together? Have we ever worked together?

NO? Maybe, YES? If you say YES, then tell me, WHY I SUCK AND THEN TELL IT TO ME IN MY FACE, FUCKER! If not, then you have no right to criticize me, SO FUCK THE HELL OFF!

Some people do that, but I usually ignore them because a) They are joking, e.g Leonard Lee, or b) They are losers, e.g Marvin Loh and hence I don’t care.

But then, when you take this to MY FRIENDS and do something like this BEHIND MY BACK, I WILL GET ANGRY.

Don’t go around insulting me and my friends by posting on my friends’ blog crap about me. Because not only can I sue you, I can also make a scene and totally destroy you by doing the same reputation-wrecking business, only ten times worse.

I’m in a very very foul and bad mood now. FOUL AND BAD.

You want to know how FOUL i can be when im pissed? You want to know how FOUL?

Very well. Give me a week. Before the holidays start I will HAVE You, ‘Remy’, whoever you are, who posted on Serene’s blog crap about me, in tears. I WILL HAVE YOU IN TEARS.

Mark my words.

What is Reality TV thinking?

I really feel very bewildered.

Bewildered.

It’s not just a feeling. It’s really, really odd, like it’s eating at me.

And that comes after watching So You Think You Can Dance, the Survivor finale and an American Idol episode of the Worst and the Best of Seasons 1-4 on DVD.

Because I realized, that people watching TV at home shouldn’t really be given the power to comment.

Because it completely makes no sense.

Imagine this scenario. I’m at home, watching So You Think You Can Dance. And then after Camilla and Nick, and Ryan and Snow perform, I was kinda impressed and all. Then I hear my mom comment.

“Oh, my. This Chinese punk guy? So horrible! And this guy so fat, how to dance? Looks so weird! This kind of dance can only be done by nice, slim and hunky men!”

‘Chinese punk guy’ referring to Ryan, and ’so fat’ refers to Alan, of course.

And then I was kinda pissed. Cause I felt they were okay, not that bad. And then she commented on how “Destiny and Jeremiah?! So CRAP!”

Whereas everyone on the judging panel said they were good.

And I pointed that out. My mom then said, “They good meh? So horrible!”

And then I said, “Mommy, can you stop commenting on them? It’s really irritating! And besides, you’re NOT a professional! How would you know whether they’re good or not?!”

Which is the whole point of my post today. What do we define as good or bad?

Okay, so maybe we can TELL, directly, whether something is good or bad. Like for example, in Idol (any where in the world), if someone seriously murders the song, you’ll know. But when you see dancing like Ryan and Snow (which already looks good), how do you define whether it;s good or not?

Now, in such shows like these, there’s a reason why JUDGES exist. Why Paula Abdul, Simon Cowell, Randy Jackson, Nigel Lythgoe and that fat woman with a dumb blonde accent are sitting at an elevated (or in Idol’s case, lowered) platform table.

Cause they’re pros.

Simon Cowell and Nigel Lythgoe have produced many successful talents before, Simon’s credits including the new classical sensation Il Divo, and Nigel’s credits including choreographing famous MTVs. Paula has been in the pop scene for over 2 decades, and Randy has also produced many good albums.

The fact is, they’re professionals. We’re not. Let’s face it. My mom, truthfully, knows NOTHING about dancing except that it will lead to sex afterwards. If you let my mom be a judge on So You Think You’re Good Human Resource, or maybe, Classifying Audit Regulations, or maybe Money Laundering 101, she’ll probably make one hell of a kickass judge.

But she, completely, is no professional at dancing or singing. The best she can come close to, is a showerhead rendition of Barry Manilow’s Mandy. Dancing, likewise, will see her only doing a slow ballad thing of which she will trample my dad’s toes into a hundred separate flesh pieces.

So what gives her the right to comment on the contestants? And that applies to me, as well as the hundred thousand people all over the world who watch the same reality shows I do.

Let’s face it. If we want an American Idol, do we HAVE to ask America’s citizens to vote? It makes no sense. Most of American’s citizens, most probably, are people who think singing is something that will completely embarrass them in front of friends and family, and they won’t noe the difference between alto and soprano even if you let one of each kind stand in front of them and sing to them at super-high volume.

Same goes for Singapore Idol. Makes no sense. If you give my mom the power to vote an American Idol, she’ll probably vote for Chris a hundred thousand times, not because he can sing well (she hates rock) but because he “looks hot.”

So it makes no sense completely. Sure, giving citizens the power to vote basically means, we let you choose who you want for an Idol. make your choice, bub. Oh, and choose someone hot, sings well and totally can be marketed.

In that case, why doesn’t the management, or the amazingly-revered judges choose the Idol instead? Because America is a democratic country. Hence, to call a person American Idol, America must have a say. But America does not really have a right! Not all of them are professionals! Would you really want to have a fifteen year-old girl vote for Katherine because “she has big boobs, and that’s always good in a woman?’

No, right? But then again, we find another flaw. Because even though it’s democracy and what nonsense, but it just ISN’T FAIR! Whenever Simon says somone sucks, he gets booed. And when Paula cheers the guy on she gets a good ‘YAY’! Look at it this way. It’s like denying the truth. If Taylor stinked, or Elliott sucked, then THEY SUCKED. If Katherine sucked, SHE SUCKED. And the people, the audience, HAVE NO RIGHT TO BOO OR DISAGREE.

Because the audience, the fuckin audience, HAS NO FUCKIN RIGHT! They are not professionals! Not all of them know, even, what the words American Idol entails! They just boo, because… Their fave has been slammed? They just don’t like negativity? From the looks of all the comments pouring in about my unfavoritism with Taylor, it seems a lot of people idolize him. And yet I don’t. So what does that make me? A jerk? An outcast? And yet some people see Katherine as crap. Every episode, I think Taylor stinks and Katherine rocks. But some people think otherwise. And unfortunately these some people form a lot of America. WHAT exactly defines ’stink’ and ‘rock’? NO ONE KNOWS! Because… NO ONE IS PROFESSIONAL!

So when it comes down to the pros judgin on AI, everyone listens with bated breath. And when their favorite is slammed, they start booing. If you boo even the judges, who are supposed to be amazingly professional and know what is needed, WHO CAN YOU SUPPORT?

So after watching Survivor, I find that shows such as Survivor and The Amazing Race make the most sense. Survivor allows the top 9 to make it into the semi-finals, and the 7 first booted from that 9 to form the all-important Jury. This is a good concept, because then these 7 HAVE experience playing Survivor, and they know what their relationships are with the final 2. It’s pointless, for example, to let America (again) vote for their Survivor, because let’s face it, if given the choice, I would vote Cirie again and again until SHE FREAKING WINS THE ENTIRE THING!!

But then she isn’t a real Survivor because she didn’t Outwit, Outplay and Outlast. And that’s why Survivor is such a hit. Because the power is NOT in America’s hands. And the power is something unpredictable. And the power is reliable.

Let’s face it. In American Idol, lots of people think Taylor suck. And yet lots of people think Taylor rocks their socks. But what is the truth? Can Taylor really be the American Idol? Can he represent America? Can he dance AND sing well? Does Taylor outshine Chris? IF that is what America wants, then he is the American Idol. But the fact is, the American Idol will go on to sing at concerts, represent USA, and inevitably be what other countries judge the country with.

Letting Taylor’s family and friends and those ‘who think he is cute’ to vote for Taylor is complete, utter rubbish. Family and friends and giggly fans can vote a million times and make Taylor American Idol. But after this whole thing is over, America will so regret it. Because Taylor, let’s face it, IS NOT AMERICAN IDOL material! He is NOT an IDOL! All those that vote for him are people who think he is so fun to watch on TV! And those who vote for him are family and friends who make the entire process unreliable!

It sucks! Let someone professional to decide whether this person is worthy to be American Idol or not! Mandisa was booted early. Everyone complained. And yet they forget, THIS WAS THEIR CHOICE! They decided Taylor was so much more fun to watch, that Kellie was so pitiful, that the REAL good ones should be sacrificed in place for good TV.

You want good TV? Go watch Gilmore Girls. American Idol and So you Think You Can Dance, like many others, is a talent show. This is a show for someone truly talented and worthy to make a mark. There is no place in talent shows for sympathy, emotion and interesting TV. Interesting TV can be found on shows where there is NO talent, like Survivor and The Amazing Race and Fear Factor. So let’s face it.

Either you get true, good, marketable talent, or good television. You cannot, for the life of it, get both good TV and a great talented winner.