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I'm So FCUKed

In the midst of sexing myself up and revamping my wardrobe, i spent $247.50.



Bought these French Connection tees.


Small size!

I can't believe i got persuaded into buying them... I'm so gonna need to work out now...



I bought the jeans that i was wearing too!

I am so gonna burn...

...

In hell...

Running With Scissors

I'm so in love with Augusten Burroughs.


-Le sigh-

Just finished reading his book, which basically is a memoir of his life in his twenties,


Dry

which i unearthed in a pile of unwanted books and bought for $5...

Went to the library hoping to find more of his books, namely


Running With Scissors

which is yet another memoir of his life as a child (yes, i know i should have read this one first, but how was i supposed to know!).

Instead, i found this!


Sellevision

I'm so addicted to his genre of books. Sorta like male chick lit.

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Anyway, i was browsing through CDs and i saw something surprising...


Keisha, Mutya and whatshername.

Remember the Sugababes? I totally <3 them!


Sugababes with new member Amelle

Apparently, Mutya, the original lead singer, left last December.

So they yanked this new girl Amelle in and promptly released a new version of their latest album, Taller In More Ways. Keisha must be damn happy being the lau jiao in the group. See, she even have extra things on her head!

I saw the new cover and the first thought was, "What the freak!? Why the fat one now so thin???"

Even though i'll still love them, i kinda miss the original lineup of girls...


Keisha, Siobhan and Mutya.

All of them had that exotic look to them. That's what got me into them in the first place. Their rojakness. That and their irritating stuck-in-my-head song Overload.

Train comes and i know it's destination,
it's a one way ticket to a madman situation.
Train comes and i know it's destination, (yea yea yea!)
it's a one way ticket to a madman situation.

Ahem...

Then Siobhan left and that infuriatingly plain girl, Heidi, took over. It was quite a sad moment when i saw the album, Three, with that girl with the silly plaits (honey, look at the camera like the other two please).

At least they had the sense not to get another normal pretty girl this time. Amelle, of Moroccan descent, sure looks promising. Maybe they just need to have chocolate, caramel and vanilla in their lineup.

Another one of those indistinct girls and the group would be called Atomic Kitten.

Just have to get used to not listening to Mutya's vocals anymore.

(I'm sure many of you out there have no idea what i'm blabbering about. I'm like one of the few who's a fan of Sugababes. Not a big fan, but a fan nonetheless.)

Top 100 Auditions.

There was a boy.
A very strange enchanted boy.
They said he won't go very far, very far.
Over land and sea.
A little shy and sad of eye.
Went very far indeed.

That little boy, it was me.

I thought i would just join this madness for the fun of it. For the experience. Never did i think that i would make it past the first round, and even to top 100.

Yes, i fantasized about it so, but never did i dare hope it could actually happen.

Introducing my entourage.



Taken by the skilled photographer, 1555 (that's his ref. number, whose hands shook so much while holding the camera.) There's (right to left) Alvin therapist, JW publicist, Colin fashion consultant, Mabel cheerleader, and KW the bitch. I'm my own manager.

When the rude crew guy called my number to step out, i heard him mutter under his breath, "so many people ar"...

Yes, why cannot? It's the minimum what.

I was a bundle of nerves. It was 9am in the morning and my voice was not exactly tip top. Everyone was brought into the HDB hub's auditorium, but not before "Contestants please step away from your supporters and follow me. Supporters please follow behind after the last contestant".

Crappy! I was alone! No entourage to cover me from media scrutiny!

In the auditorium, i got my seat and was told that this was gonna be my "group". It was the second group, consisting of 5 strangers, me being the last stranger.

Just then, i heard singing! At the foot of the stage were cameras and someone was getting interviewed. Suddenly, he broke into song, somewhat in tune. It dawned onto me that everyfreakingone had to go through that! After successfully avoiding being interviewed for the first audition, there's a freaking compulsory one now. With singing even!

I felt my heart leap. I was not ready to sing. Too early! Too unprepared! Soon it was my turn.

"You know what to sing right?"

Can don't sing?! "Yea."

We were informed beforehand that we were to sing our 2nd or 3rd song choice.

"Do you have any supporters? Do you want to call them down to say something?"

Cheerleader said something cliche (what else is there to say but cliches?), everyone stunned for a minute before cheering loudly for me (i wasn't in the picture, i snuck off).

After that, i tapped a frazzled crew lady on the shoulders, "Can i go to the toilet?"

"NO CANNOT! YOU CANNOT GO! YOUR TURN SOON!"

What. The. Fuck.

Soon enough, my "group" got shuttled out of the auditorium to the holding area.

Gurmit Singh, Daniel Ong, cameras, lights!

Gurmit did an interview individually. One guy was a storeman, one girl didn't make it the first time round so she's back, one guy just ORDed from MP, one guy was still studying.

My turn.

"Hi, what is your name, what are you doing now, what song are you gonna sing, wow it's a powerful song, why are you singing that song, good luck!"

Everything was a blur. I was nervous. No, i was more then nervous. I was a wreck!

The group started getting smaller. My turn loomed nearer.

Storeman didn't make it. It was a tie on the girl but sorry, no. ORD personnel too plain. I didn't get to hear about the student. It was time!

Opened the door. It was a small dark space. There were 2 crew members huddling in the corner.

Suddenly, a curtain that i didn't realise was there was pulled aside and i got shooved into the actual room.

"When you enter the room, you will see a Singapore Idol sticker on the floor. Stand behind the sticker and face the judges. Never look at the cameras."

I remembered the lady's words and walked towards the sticker, stopping just before i could step on it.

I looked up.


Dick, Florence, Jacintha, Ken.

Grim faces stared back at me. Waiting. Silence.

"Uhh, my name is insert name and i'm singing Ain't No Mountain", looks around, "can i start?"

Throughout the song, not a single one of their facades cracked. No encouraging smile telling me to go on. No appreciative nod of the head. Nothing.

It wasn't until the toughest part of the song, "cos you were my giiiiiiirrrrrrllll" (a high note held for a long time and followed by an even higher scream) that i saw an ever so slight upcurling of Florence's lips.


So slight that you'll miss it if you weren't looking for it.

"Ain't no mountain hiiiigh enougggghhhhhh... Ya."

I still can't believe i ended the song with a "ya".

Dick Lee:

"Ya?!?! You can sing, but you just look so wrong. You know, i want to start a group with all these people who dunno how to dress and you can be the lead singer, because i like your voice, you've got a clear powerful voice. But you just look so wrong... Oh what the heck, yes!"

"Thank you!"

Florence Lian:

"Yes, you look very wrong. You're like the typical Singaporean who doesn't know what to do with yourself. But let's see what the makeover can do for you, you know, like Clay Aiken, who started out wrong too. So i say yes!"

"Thank you!"

By now, everything was a blur. 2 of the judges said yes! OMG!

Jacintha Abisheganaden:

"You have to sex yourself up and come back to the next round showing us something different. Yes!"

"Umm, pardon?"

Ken Lim:

"I hope you dress nicer the next time. Yes!"

"Thank you!!!"

I was at a loss for words. All of them said yes!

I stood there, rooted to the spot, half expecting someone to shove the golden ticket into my hands, but nothing happened...

I went back the way i came in, which was through the curtains into the dark cramped corner.

I saw the same 2 crew members. I whispered to them, "Now what?"

Then from behind his back, one of the crew whipped out the golden ticket (it was more like a yellow cardboard though)!

OMG! I couldn't stop thinking OMG!

The door was opened and i could see everyone outside waiting in anticipation. Gurmit, lights, cameras, my friends.

As Colin said, the moment was like slow motion.

I started squeezing through the door (because it could only be opened a crack), my left side coming out first.

As i was holding on to the golden ticket with my right hand, i could literally see everyone holding their breaths! They could see me, but where was the golden ticket?



The moment i flicked my right hand out from behind the door, the world exploded in screams! But i was freaking oblivious. As i walked towards the camera, Gurmit came up to me and stuck out his hand to my face. I shook it and he asked the standard questions.

"How are you feeling, what did the judges say, how are you gonna change, how do you think you can be sexier?"

I was literally floating. This was not happening to me...

I followed a crew lady, with my entourage behind me, to another holding area where i was to wait to go into this room for yet another interview.

There, i saw the student waiting. I subconsciously shifted my hand so that the ticket was obscured by my thigh. Almost immediately, the door to the room opened and out came the ORD personnel. He saw my ticket and congratulated me, which was nice of him.

I was now alone with 2 crew members. Made some small talk with them and it turned out that they were my age and they got to be Singapore Idol crew members because they were currently studying mass comm in poly.

I so so so wanna do mass comm.

They also told me (surprise surprise) that i was the first to get through today!

Anyway, it was soon my turn. I went into the room and was made to stand before the Singapore Idol background. I was told to say something, anything into the camera. My mind was blank. When the camera started rolling, i opened my mouth and started spewing gibberish. I was word vomitting, and what made it worse was i was actually giggling!

I was told that i had to attend a briefing later this month which was on the theatre show next month, where we have to stay at a hotel over 3 days and go through more auditions.

The thing is, there's elimination every night. It would be quite sad if i were to take leave for 3 days just to get eliminated on the first night.

I would freaking cry.

Anyway, after the interview, i went back into the holding area to get my things and there was this girl standing there holding a golden ticket too! I went up to her and gushed while shaking her hands.

"You have! I also have! Yay!!!"

I could tell she was in the same state of mind as i was. It was like being intoxicated.

And guess what, it was only 11am.

What did we do for the rest of the day? Lots.

Get updates from the blog that i mentioned in the last entry cos i sure ain't gonna do it tonight...

It's Over...

And i'm in!

Top 100! OMG! OMG!



-fans self with hands-

Please don't expect a proper entry until late tomorrow night though...

Meanwhile, you can go to HIS blog for updates... I'm gonna post up something very similar also anyway...

(JW, i'm freaking directing traffic to your blog now... And i wan the pictures!!!)

It's Not Over...

A few people asked me if the audition was today. JW even smsed to say that he thought he missed it. That kinda scared me a little too...

Unfortch, it's tomorrow.

There's no dress code la, but there'll be cameras around and there might be a chance to appear on national TV, so i'd advise those going to at least wear something presentable.

Our dear KW could actually sms me asking if he could wear slippers and berms. I could have screamed at him.

I'm meeting my posse at 8am at Toa Payoh for breakfast and some chit chat. It's damn early and i bet most would be late. I should be sleeping, but i can't get to sleep. I'm feeling the nerves all of the sudden.

I didn't even sing anything today...

Instead, i spent the entire day glued to the tv.



I've finished watching Kim Sam Soon! I totally <3 the ending!

I'm really turning into one big fat auntie. The kind that watches Korean dramas.

But i still can't stand those weepy ones set in the present (but not so present), the image abit the fuzzy and yellowish, the storyline so cringeable (guy and girl meet, guy and girl fall in love, guy and girl realise they are actually siblings, guy and girl torn apart).

Oh please, give me some fiery-tempered, loud-mouth, uncouth fat woman anytime.

Next up, Da Chang Jin!

Why is it that the Korean dramas that i find appealing all involve food?

Anyhow, i saw something in the show that looked like the recent DRAG PICTURE of mine.



Ooooh, what a fierce picture.

Wish me luck folks! I'll try my best! (:

$10, so cheap!

I've been kinda devoid of any inspiration for funny entries of late, so i'd just blog about retail theraphy once more!

Walking around Orchard can make me feel really broke, but sometimes, i get the occasional feeling that i can buy everything and anything i like and this was one such occasion.

Of cos, it also helps that the things that i wanna buy are quite cheap.

Got dragged into Carrefour unwillingly and ended up being grateful. There was this great mess of books deep in the middle of the hypermart all going for $5 each.



After much digging, i unearthed the first book, Dry (which happens to be good). Feeling rich, i decided that $5 was pathetic (i wanted it to be a nice and round number) and set out looking for another book. After passing by Enid Blyton and Jeffery Archer, the metallic red shine of the horoscope book caught my eye. So bought it, i did! $10 for 2 books, so cheap...

Walking around somemore brought me to Marina Square, to a tribalesque shop called Smokeapelli Rastafari. It's the kind of shop that i could go wild in seriously. Everything from the bracelets to the earrings were so buyable. Too bad i vowed not to pierce my ears. But hey, vows can be broken, and this shop might make me break mine.



Isn't the small little pouch just too adorable to let go off? Hanging on a rack by the entrance, it was the first thing that caught my eye. When i walked into the shop, the multi-coloured braclet just beckoned to me. I had to get them both!

Incidentally, i'm starting to dress in more colours recently.

In secondary school, fashion was but a foreign language. I dressed in whatever clothes come my way, usually from departmental stores that my mum frequents. Shopping was a chore that was best left to the womenfolk. My shirts were either dark blue, grey or black, totally devoid of imagination. I can also remember the baggy jeans craze that accompanied that period. Goodness, what were we thinking.

JC was my enlightenment. Shopping became fun, a staple in fact. Slowly, i learnt how to speak fashion. Colours bloomed out of the rainbow. Street shoes, check. Contacts, check. Hair carefully styled to achieve that casual windswept look, double check.

Now, it comes down to berms and tees. Plus accessories. Always accessorise. Bracelets are a must for the non-watch wearer. Necklaces, not so. They make me itch.

I bought a necklace anyway, just cos it looked nice. The total cost? Yes. $10.

I thought i had many accessories.



Turns out i only have a few? I dunno. You guys tell me.

That doesn't stop me from being trigger happy, taking narcissistic shots left and right, hoping to find the best frame.

Stupid fool, this is your best shot. You didn't have much to choose from. The rest ranged from plain to downright whore. This is the only pretty shot we could find, and we had to edit it heavily. The background. What were you thinking? Did you want to take a dump? You have no neck! You should know your flaw by now and work it to your advantage. Have you not learnt a thing since you came here?

This is what happens when i try to evoke a Nicole. Relying too much on pretty.


This only applies to camp people:

*Sgt Chua says:
he was looking at disco lights just now, planning to buy them.

Sgt Chua says:
i think he wants to open a club with BH at his house.

this stupid fool says:
huh? his house very beeeeg ar?

Sgt Chua says:
i dunno, i wonder what he's gonna name the club.

this stupid fool says:
he can name it 7802.

Sgt Chua says:
LOL! LOL! LOL!

Sgt Chua says:
banned from entry JS especially! and XJ and ZJ!

...

*conversation is approximate because my farking com had to restart before i could copy and paste here.

I feel so witty. And Joshua had to remind me that 78% of people that did my Johari found me witty...

Anyway, next auditions on Sunday. Yes.

THIS. FREAKING. COMING. SUNDAY.

Screwed as usual.

As of now, it's Ain't No Mountain, Your Song, Let's Stay Together and Close To You.

O.M.G.

I just realised something.



I look like a freaking butch.

My Lovely Sam-Soon

Just started watching this show on dvd. I must say, it's quite addictive. Finally, something to keep me awake and occupied during midnight sentries!


Even the name is wider.

Kim Suna, the actress that acted as Kim Sam Soon, put on 10kg (or so i've heard) for the role. I can so totally relate to her character, whose mother stopped her from drinking plain water by saying, 你连喝水都会变胖！ (You can get fat just by drinking water!) Hilarious!

Otherwise, she's pretty hawt!

Oh, and she looks like the Korean version of Linda Cardellini, better known as Velma from Scooby Doo the movie.



Can't see the similarities?



See it now?

No Signboard Salon



This was my hair in the morning.

It's different now.

Went to this salon (with no name) in Far East with Joshua.

I liked the guy that cut my hair, very friendly, and looks like Kenny Sia(the Malaysia blogsphere's version of Xiaxue, only hotter.), albeit with longer hair.


Run finish marathon, hair still so impeccable!

Yes, the guy really looked like that. And Kenny looks hot with long hair no? Click on his picture to see him in his actual hairstyle!

The poor guy was cutting hair nonstop throughout the day because the other hairdresser, who happens to be his wife, was gonna deliver soon and was at home resting.

Initially, we went up to the salon at 2pm but was turned off by the hairdresser's prediction that we had to wait for 1.5 hours. We made our way to the IT fair at Suntec and it wasn't until 6pm that we went back to the salon.

It was a pleasant surprise that the hairdresser not only remembered us, he told us that he had actually saved a spot for us if we were to return in time. And that was when he already told us that reservations were not entertained. It made me slightly embarrassed about coming back so late.

Anyway, the end result of my hair was alright, nothing to boast about, but his friendly demeanour more than made up for any grievances i had.

Retail Theraphy




The T-shirt is from my fave shop in Far East called FRGL and it's purple!

The Reef slippers is my 3rd one of the same brand to date. Just love Reef slippers to bits!

The necklace is a gift from Taiwan.



It looks very Shopping King Shopping Queen... Love it! Although i'm more of a bracelet person myself...

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Is this my destiny?

-guffaw-

Vigor, Vigilance, Steadfast!

Thousands of people walk into Orchard MRT daily. So many that you might never see the same person twice.

So many, but i still kena. So suay...


You must be thinking, "Kena what?"

I'll tell you i kena what...


I KENA RANDOM BAG CHECK!

Disgusting!

I was going back home, minding my own business, and as soon as i walked through the gantry, this MRT staff approached me.


"Can you follow me over there for a random bag check please?"

At least, that's what i thought he said. As usual, my iPod's earphones were stuffed in my ears. What i heard was actually, "mumble mumble random bag check mumble..."

I took one look at the person,



chucked my bag at him,



and ran past the closing doors of the train, away from the MRT staff and the pirated DVD's in my bag.


...


Of course not.

Luckily i could deduce that he wanted to check my bag, and immediately followed him to a table that was obscured from view by the lift.

I plonked my freakingly huge bag (cos got all my camp stuff inside like uniform and even boots!) on the table and started to open it, steeling myself for a thorough search through my belongings.

Instead, i heard the muffled voice (my earphones still jammed firmly into my ears) of the man saying, "Ok, thank you sir."

I was a little stunned and tittered nervously, "Er, ooookkk", while zipping up my bag, it's contents untouched.

Was it because i was carrying such a huge bag that i came under the suspicion of being anything but a law abiding citizen?

I know all this is done to safeguard the MRT's from any potential terrorist attacks or whatnot, but why me?



Except for the missiles (which are photoshopped), i positively look like a deer caught in the headlights!

Do i look anything like a terrorist huh?!

p/s, you guys didn't think i really took all those photos in the MRT station did you? Goodness, how embarrassing that would be. Of course i took the photos myself, in my own room, with the camera's timer function and then photoshopped the background with pictures of MRT stations that i found by Googling "MRT STATION SINGAPORE".

I know you guys think i'm thick-skinned, but i'm not THAT thick-skin ok!

That Time Of The Year

I'm talking about the release of the A Level results yesterday, and the subsequent application to the local Universities.

Yes, i've asked some of my juniors how they fared, and few were actually happy with their results. They made me remember how disappointed i felt when i got back my own results. Even though i knew i deserved it, a slap on the face is never nice.

However, determined to get into a local Uni, i was.



Desperate, in fact.

So desperate that i applied for every single Uni, and for courses that seemed the easiest to get in, like FASS and NIE. Of cos, for what i took in JC (Arts fac + no maths), what i could choose was limited to those choices anyway. Forget about Law or Communication Studies. In my mind, all i wanted was to snag a spot in a local U first. Anything else can wait.

I applied for as many discretionary criterias (to enter the uni without looking at my academic, but at my other talents or achievements) as i could find, went for every single interview that was thrown my way, and basically just begged the interviewers to take me in. I must have went for 3 or 4 interviews, all of which i aced because they all offered me spots with them. And not to forget my bubbly personality and ability to make anyone feel at ease.

Did i just say that out loud? -pukes-



Anyway, in the end, i chose NUS FASS above everything else. Hell, it's the natural path for Arts students (and a dumping ground for Sci students) anyway.

But this year, it's a totally different game. I'm applying to get into Communications Studies, or Mass Comm, as it is generally known.

Yes, of cos i know it's a tough course, why else did i not try to get it last year? Since i've got a place in NUS already, there's no harm in trying right? I don't mind if i don't get it.

Really (not).