Boogie nights

Am still reeling from the euphoric yet traumatic experience of judging TooMuchCrap's Got Talent competition. We had:

1. Local Indian boy singing Indo song from Nidji
2. Indo boy singing an English Christian song
3. Indo boy singing "I'm Yours"
4. Indo girl singing a Plain White T's song
5. Indo boy singing an Indo song
6. Korean boy singing Korean song
7. Indian boy singing Jay Sean's "Down"
8. 2 Indo boys singing Alkaline Trio's "Love Love Kiss Kiss"
9. French girl singing French song
10. Indo girl singing Lady Gaga's Paparazzi

The first 9 were nice and tame. #6 and #5 (my student) were damn emotional while singing their ballads. #1 did a little beatboxing. #2 was so earnest it made me feel like I was in church camp. #3's voice was ...melting. #4 was a bit too laidback...but I think she looked good though. #7 was trying to be smooth like Jay Sean but he was a bit too nervous and the song was too fast for him as he was breathless most of the time.

#8 was a personal favourite - very unassuming guys with punk-rock vibe and cheery voices. #9 was a bit of a mess - nervous and forgot her lyrics. It shouldnt have been a problem because we couldnt understand her anyway. Now...#10, who happened to be my student, was very bizarre.

She started to jump soon into the song and 3/4 into it, she started to fling her hairband and almost wanted to unzip her jacket to throw it away. But when she was about to unzip, she realised her boobs were on the verge of falling out. She already brought the house down with her antics and dancing (she was on the floor at some point!) and if she were to flash her boobs, that would be a horrific experience. Anyway, she got through to next week's finals.



High entertainment value and well..what can I say..the crowd (boys..tsk!) loved her.




Irda, Abegail and I ... the judges.


All the contestants plus hosts and main organisers.

Madness!


P/S: There's going to be a baby shower thingy at my place tomorrow. The mother planned something for the sister-in-law.

P/P/S: Oh 6 of them got into the finals next week - #3, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 10.


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Sing a song of sixpence

TooMuchCrap's Got Talent Semi Finals is starting soon and I am one of the judges. I am having a stomachache (but not yet ..you know..ripe enough to let it go haha) and what if I need to go in middle of the show?

Urgh.

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Whatcha think about that?

Stitch, a colleague, just compared the teachers in TooMuchCrap with the sex slaves in Geylang. Both us and them prostitue ourselves. We're all doing a thankless job and we have to deal with all sorts of crap.

But...the prostitues have it better.

They can choose their clients (we cannot) and be rewarded immediately after job (we don't, obviously).

I cant choose and I am almost free-of-charge.

Fuck me?

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The trip to Hong Kong is confirmed. Accommodation, thanks to Lao Lee, has all been settled. I just need to get my ticket home and I'm good. I bought one way SQ because I thought my air miles werent enough to garner a free ticket. Then I realised SIA had a discount thingy and damn...I cant get a ticket for my intended return leg. Maybe the flight is full or something (cause it's a Sunday) Worse come to worse, I would have to fork out money and take JetStar home. Or I extend one more day till Monday and hope that I can get an SQ flight home free of charge.

Yes, I am cheapskate. But why spend at all when you can get it free, right? Besides the money will be better spent on other things.

December may see me dropping by KL to see Tan who is getting married then. That, from experience, no need much planning. So no worry.

Right now, I have been googling for my Vietnam trip in February. Planning is still under radar because my kaki, Meiling, has a bigger trip to worry about. She's going to *envy mode on* Denmark and Norway in December to visit a friend and to have an extremely white Christmas. Good for her. She has worked her ass off.

So...let me just start thinking about Vietnam. By the time I come home, it will be Sha's wedding. Wow. Time flies like crazy!

A thousand times goodnight and goodbye, o youth.


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Get here

It's nice to know that someone actually looks up to you high enough to seek your advice in 'serious' matters.

A former NPCC cadet actually asked me if it's wise for her to make certain career moves. I have not seen her for 2-3 years and yet, she appeared out of nowhere to ask for my 2-cent's worth. Granted, she might be at her wits' end and had no one to ask. Okay...fine. Hah. Whatever.

I have one more who is in NS right now and is having a hard time coping. He has been trying to pour his woes to me but I have been evading. I dont think I should be the one listening to this. Am I just biased? I have listened to him a few times but honestly, there's nothing much I could do to help him. And he's been getting on my nerves. Calling and asking me to talk to him. Hello. I am not your girlfriend. Urgh.

Eh, where was I?

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Face down

Just had a one-on-one conversation via email with The Gulag and she gave me a 'smiley' emoticon.

Now..this throw the 'system' off-balance.

What the hell am I going to do with the emoticon?

Hahahahaha.
Lame.

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Blood sugar sex magik

Maameemoo: (man-coos) What is this? So sweeeeet!

Ed: It's just chocolates...nothing much.

Maameemoo: It's so sh-weet. (reads the front note) "Happy birthday, Mr Maameemoo. Dear Haji Maameemoo, may your life continue to be filled with sweetness. Regards, your neighbour." So sweet.

Ed: Huh..it's nothing.

Maameemoo: I am going to tell my wife about this later. I mean, she knows about you...

Ed: Why wouldn't she know about me? (mocks) Why is it a secret?

Maameemoo: Hahahaha like an illicit affair..hahha. Anyway, yeah, gonna share this with my wife when she comes over later.

Ed: For lunch? You have class tonight? I thought you'll be in the afternoon shift. (thinks: Thank God I didnt hire a stripper for him at lunch. Or buy a cake)

Maameemoo: No I am on split shift. That's why my wife is coming during lunch. We can go watch a movie or something.

Ed: Or get a room!

Maameemoo: Eee. Get a room? Eeee...You're disgusting!

....

I am disgusting?

Come on.

Don't lie.

I would get a room too if it's my birthday and I have a spouse who wants to spend the afternoon with me before going back to work in the evening. Now, that is sweet.

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Mambo Italiano

Beckham is going to AC Milan come January.

Good for you, B.
Good for you.

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Masquerade

The cough is getting irritating and is hurting my throat.

Other than that, I am feeling damn cold here in the Mass Comm room.

in 30 mins' time, I can go home.

The joy of being broke.

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Almost gone

So yesterday was work day and I stayed in the office till about 1700hrs where the mother and sister then picked me up in a cab and we then headed to the Singapore General Hospital. The auntie was warded on Friday cause she had been awfully sick and was vomitting. Crap man. The mother visited her on Tuesday and though her speech was problematic, she still looked cheery. Then on Friday, things took a bad turn and she was sent to A&E. The mother was with with her and she said it looked bad. I, on the other hand, had stupid class to conduct and I couldnt be with her. If anything had happened that night, I would have burnt down my office.

Anyway, yeah. The auntie was all the more dazed on Friday, sicker and unable to express herself due to cancer encroaching her nerves, screwing up her motor and speech skills. I got the updates at night after work from the mother as I was trying to read the newspapers. Couldnt focus on what the heck I was reading after that.

So Saturday afternoon was spent at SGH. The uncle said that the wifey was much better that day. After being admitted, doctors gave her steroids and somehow that helped her neural cells (or whatsoever) and she could string logical sentences and all.

As SGH's stupid rule was to allow only 2 passes to visitors at the same time, the sister and I were stuck downstairs waiting for my other relatives to come down so that we could take turn. However, we did find a little flaw and by 1830hrs, there were quite a few of us by her side. Hah.

Oh one thing I must add. My uncle had the most horrible day yesterday. After admitting his wife at the hospital, news broke that his elder sister, who was based in Kota Tinggi Johor, had just passed away. Cancer, also. Wow. Imagine the feeling?

So in the evening the uncle decided to make his way to Johor alone as his sister would be buried on that very night itself. By the time he reached Johor, there was no more bus as it was near midnight. He then had to take a cab to the house...which cruised along dark roads. Anyway, by morning he was back in Singapore to tend to his son and wife. Gosh. Dear God, please give him the strength and patience. We're behind you, Cik Ni.

So at the end of the day, it was the mother, the sister, the cousin, the uncle and me by the bedside. We tried to keep the air light and breezy. I was getting dizzy looking at the busy traffic of nurses in the oncology unit. My...cancer is a really common, common thing. I think a ward at the end of the corridor is potentially having a fatal one cause many teary-eyed relatives were outside.

The mother said on Friday, one patient in the same room as my auntie passed away. Death is lurking at every corner, ya'll.

Then it was time to leave. Hugged and kissed all around. Could see the hesitance in the air. On her part..her hubby's...her son's...us.


God give them strength, health and patience.
Please.

No news today. Didnt visit her. I didnt even step out to catch some sun today. I just moped at home and prayed. That's all I did, really. Last night, I really pleaded and begged till my eyes went horribly swollen. Today, I just wanted to rot.

Oh.
Am nursing a brewing headache.
Horrible cough
Bad throat.
Maybe God is really swapping us.
Maybe He really hears me.
Here! Here!
I'm open.


P/S: The game sucked. Man U sucked. Football is a fucking stupid game anyway. And oh, if you havent talked to me for the longest time and suddenly you appeared to taunt my Man U loss, what the fuck man? Grow some balls. Why didnt you talk when you lost all those stupid games? Grow some balls and while you're at it, go fuck a midget.

P/P/S: For the first time, I am not interested in catching the latest of Grey's Anatomy. I read up on cancer recently and all those medical terms are still swimming in my head. I am in no mood to watch medical trauma and see/hear carcinoma in what ever shapes and sizes. Maybe later in the week.


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This is it

While they were doing the dance, I was slogging away at North Bridge Road.

Pooh.


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Crazy train

Tonight's my last film class for Monash and it's going to be a film which I had never seen before.

 

So I took the film home yesterday and woke up early to watch it. It was 70 minutes of suspense, panic and resignation. Elephant by Gus Van Sant was 'modelled' after the Columbine massacre in 1999. It plays up with the myths and assumptions surrounding the incidence with aesthetic artistry. At the end of it, I was shocked yet jaded. Disturbed but yet, progressive.

 

Urgh.

 

Movies messed up your head, people.

 

And that's a good thing.

 

 

 

P/S: Why don't they make Brutal Legend for Wii? Why?? Why???

 

 

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Heartbreaker

She hasnt returned my message. Is she sleeping? Is she still keying her reply? Or has she broken down in tears...cause her hands can no longer do what her brain and her heart want her to do?

Heartbreaking.

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The power of goodbye

Thank God I have you, blog-o.

The mother just went on and on talking about the auntie. She went over to her place yesterday while I...went on a denial mode and decided to go karaoke instead. If Bibik were to die last night, I would never forgive myself.

Her memory is fading and she has reached the lost and confused stage. Remember how Izzy (from Grey's Anatomy) was after the major op? Her memory failed occasionally and she suffered bouts of frustration. Well, Bibik is getting all that too.

When people ask her questions, she might suddenly forget how to speak. She forgets words...everything's a blank. The mother said she'd then break down in tears. She would be holding her handphone and suddenly she couldnt remember how to text, what to text or what the fuck was going on. Then, she would cry.

Are you feeling shitty already? Imagine how her hubby and son feel? Imagine how she feels?

5 tumours.
All in terminal stage.
Take care of yourselves, people.

I know she is holding on the best she can. She has been holding on for years now. A part of me (us) wants it to end...stop all the suffering nonsense. Yet a part of me wants her to stay...be around to see me start a family, buy a house etc etc.

Think we have to really deal with it. I think by telling her that everything will be fine, if she is here or not, will be cool. I dont know. Shit. How the hell do u deal with it? Argh! Crap.

I think I'll tell her that I love her ...now. My dear darling Bibik, I love you as much as I love my parents. I love you because you have always loved me for me. I loved you for you always have me in your thoughts. I love you for your great outlook of life. I love you so much because you're you.

Okay.
Now...I need to tell her that.


P/S: First, I'll call singtel mio tv for their football frenzy promo.

P/P/S: I'm number 1 when it comes to acknowledging the power of denial and procrastination. Yes ..yes...I know.



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Run to you

Major headache alert.
Lethargy is sweeping in like tsunami.
The world in a swirl.

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Don't speak

News have just came in that she has gotten worse.

 

She can no longer talk.

 

 

 

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Eve of destruction

*slams head against the wall*

 

How do I make the Crusades and the Seljuk issues more interesting?

How do I explain the concept of the Holy Land in Chinese?

Will showing Kingdom of Heaven be useful?

No, right?

 

Crap.

Crap.

Crap.

 

 

P/S: Am suddenly reminded of my 'Macbeth' episode. You know...during the time I was doing relief teaching in a secondary school in Yishun? During that fateful Literature class where I compressed the Shakespearean tragedy in a few profound Mandarin words? I was brilliant! Hahahahahahaha.

 

 

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Back to the U.S.S.R

The Berlin Wall crumbled 20 years ago. How long will it take to break your personal wall? Will you still be alive 20 years from now? Are we ready to break the god damn concrete walls? Or is yours made of steel?

 

Mind fuck, seriously.

 

Today is Global Culture class day and it's chapter 3 - religion. Great. More specifically, on Christianity and Islam. Whoo-pee. Last week I did a little prelude...talking about Catholicism and its Counter-Reformation movement and its stand against Protestant. I hope the students get it. Was thinking of role playing but decided to give the idea to the drain cause I was afraid of being blasphemous. Anyway, last week..realised the students were more interested in the history of the modern wars rather than on religions. I amazed myself at how I could memorise the historical accounts...I would have been great in History and Geography if my stupid secondary school had allowed me to take them, rather than the stupid Principles of Accounts and A Maths. It screwed up my life and I totally hated my upper secondary school years. *grumblegrumblegrumble*

 

Anyway...yes, religion today and we're going to focus on the concepts of 'fundamentalism' and 'ecumenism'. That means, we are going to talk about church fanatics, hardcore rabbis, hardline ayatollahs, etc. Need to make a disclaimer at the beginning of class. Need to declare that whatever we mention in class today is not my pure judgement or imagination but historical facts and figures of the material world. Need to declare that we should not discuss things in class to hurt each other (cause I have a Benetton ad of a class) but rather, to set things out in our pursuit of ..ahem..world peace.

 

I hope people participate. I mean...yes, my voice is lovely and all but it gets boring if I were to hear myself for 3 hours non-stop.

 

To the classroom!

 

 

 

P/S: Should have brought the Bible and the translated Quran to class. Damn.

 

P/P/S: Hahahaha...I had 'Bible', 'Quran' and 'damn' in one sentence! Okay cheap thrill.

 

 

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I want it that way

Now imagine if this is set in a Malay context. What kind of food will a Malay lady go crazy for? Hahahaha...sambal belachan? Asam pedas? Telur asin? Bergedil? Petai?

Kicaaaaaaaaaaap!


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He said she said

CY and Gib...speechless.





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