Bachelors and bachelorettes, hanging on the wall
All these bachelor and bachelorette shows.. 4 seasons of bachelor, 2 seasons of bachelorette have been completed.. Interestingly, all 4 bachelors have dumped their ladies (some have even married other women) but both bachelorettes are still with their guys.
Meredith got engaged with Ian, btw. The unstable, exciting, passionate. I'm sorry if people read this post before the end of the finale which is currently showing on Channel 5, but i doubt that'll happen, huh?
Back to my point. Trista, the first bachelorette, married her bachelor. And things appear to be fine with Meredith so far. Does that say something about women compared to men? In terms of commitment? Its strange. Like the bachelorettes are looking for life partners, but the bachelors are just going like "woohoo! one big fling for me, baby!"
I can just imagine.. when the relationship doesn't work out, and they start fighting, then the guy will shout something like "Oh yea? I knew I should've picked that other girl!" Devastating effect, that'll have.
Hmm. I've got more things to say but I think it'll go on my private blog. Which is now, I think, truly private. Not that I minded having some special friends read it, but I guess the original reason for the blog is no longer of consequence. If you didn't get that entire last paragraph its really no issue.
On a side note. I'm getting my stitches out tomorrow! Outstanding.
Wonder if it'll hurts? Haha. Some pain would be kinda nice.
Can't really imagine going back to army after my MCs end. Would be weird. Staying in again and all that. Gotta get used to it all over again..
A friend, prior to returning to camp, commented that you always have pre-booking-in blues, but once you are actually in camp, you feel fine again. I said thats cos when you're in the shitpot you don't worry about the stink. I really feel that way, actually. And now that I can stay away from the shitpot I dread returning there, ever.
Anti-social existence
Don't quite disagree with the Singapore Idol voting of last night. However, the Hi-5 version of "Cheek to cheek" they did was appalling, horrible, painful to listen, let alone watch. Made me barf out my lunch.
I wonder if the Idol contests in other countries have shitty music-mmercials like that too. Nah I think even if they do Singapore's would still be the worst.
Speaking of Idol, did anyone see the winner of the Danish Idol? Or was it swedish. Some scandinavian country, anyway. That hard core rocker. He sang Nirvana's Lithium in the World Idol competitions. Man, he sounded pretty amazing.
Kind of a sell out, singing angsty anti-establishment stuff in an Idol competition, but well. I would've voted for him in the competitions, lol.
Life is getting really boring. Spent the day playing Guild Wars, watching TV, and trying to make head or tail or economics. Its very restful, and quite therapeutic, but boring. Feeling kinda anti-social, though. I get the feeling after I can walk again and all that I'll need a bit of time to get into the whole socialising, interpersonal relationship thing again.. lol.
Speaking of relationships, I think all guys are jerks. Seriously. All the guys I know are definitely jerks in some way, -especially- with regards to girls. Most of the attached ones too. Guys are probably just not made to commit to one girl for the rest of their lives, the bastards. Hence all the affairs, ruined marriages and broken families.
So heres what I suggest. All girls should become lesbian, cos girls are definitely better at providing tender loving care and all that. I'm not talking about butches or dykes, cos they're not female, see, just a poor pathetic caricature of males. I'm talking about pure 100% beyonce-type woman. Just relationships of companionship and love and all that pure kinda jazz.
How about the guys, you ask? Well we can spend our time doing all the usual macho shit, you know, wasting all the cash on cars, model airplanes, beer, yachts, trading cards, fishing, guns, knives, whatever the dudes wanna do. Even if we end up maimed or dead, hell its not like theres anyone to answer to. Freedom, baby. And if you get horny (I'm assuming that women can be lesbian but men cannot be gay, cause far as i'm concerned, gays are disgusting and are a scourge upon the world) you can either try to pick up a pair of chicks for a one night stand, or since most guys can't seem to pick up girls, go find a hooker blow some cash.
Of course, there will be aberrations in every equation. People who truly love family life most (i know there are, and god bless them) can live in special reservations for people just like them. Think of it as a haven of purest morality.
And how about anti-socials? I suppose you could throw them into some little island in the middle of nowhere, so they can form their own equality.
But actually for the most stability and happiness shouldn't we just eliminate relationships of ALL forms? Everyone belongs to everyone else. No one should form lasting relationships.
How do you have children though, without parents? And mothers will definitely form a relationship with their children.. Hmm. Ahh yes. Test tube babies!
Then society in general, or the government, will take charge of the education of the little people. So everyone should have similar ideas, and similar views on morality. More stability.
Actually, why not just read Aldous Huxley's Brave New World? Its all there!
Scary, huh?
Big band brother
I was right, I did enjoy it! Very much, in fact. I loved many of the performances. Especially Olinda's Fever! Whoa. Sent shivers down my spine, baby. Nowhere near as powerful (or sexy) as Ella Fitzgerald, of course, but whoa.
Taufik was good too! Christopher was bad though. Didn't really catch much of his performance, but hes so boyish its a bit of a mockery. Leandra was not bad, but I didn't think it was great. Didn't catch Daphne, cos my dad came in with an errand just as her performance started.
Sylvester though, whoa! Sent shivers down my spine, but bad. "The Way You Look Tonight" is one of my favourite songs, as the few of you who've read my other (private) blog should know. Maybe its cos I listen to Astaire and Sinatra do it so well. He started really well, but then he started rushing the song, coming in a little ahead or just on the dot.
Maybe its just me, but I think that big band should have a bit of lazy drawl, laid back kinda approach.
You don't bloody rush a big band song! Sigh.
I was honestly intending to sing this song for my future (as yet unknown) wife at my wedding. And hell, I'll do it much better that old sylvester too, baby.
Speaking of weddings. What kind of wedding would you like? Seems to me the weddings most of my peers (and by peers i mean girl friends, I don't talk to dudes about this kinda thing) want are the super-romantic open air types.. Imagine. The ceremony held in a open field of verdant green grass. White wedding tents, newly erected, and with a few rows of chairs just for your most loved few. White ribbons everywhere, flower petals dancing in the breeze. An exquisite white wedding gown for her, a charming tuxedo for him. Beneath an arch of rose brairs, with white blossoms of course, saying your vows of eternal love..
Swoonworthy, isn't it? But what will most of us get? Typical Singaporean wedding. Held in a hotel restaurant, with dry ice for atmosphere. Cheap flower baskets. The waiters and waitresses bringing in the first dish (the cold dish, of course) in a pompous showy manner, with the lights dimmed dramatically, to the tune of that annoying "Be my Guest" song from Under the Sea. If you're lucky, sharks fin as the second course. Maybe songs crooned by a moonlighting getai singer as you eat. And of course, ending off with the Yam-Seng sessions.
Not that it doesn't have its charm, of course. Just that I'm not sure if thats exactly what I want.
My brother had a gorgeous wedding dinner. It was held at Chjimes, with a Chjimes-sized price tag, so it had better be gorgeous! Haha. But really, that was really pretty. Since I'm not Christian, I suppose that'd be the closest I can get to a church wedding. Would be pretty, though.
Back to the topic though (there was one, remember?), I really love big band. The only reason why I'd ever want to visit the United States (and this is going out to jia-yan) is the music. And by the music i mean big band and jazz in particular.. The songs with romantic and/or meaningful lyrics, the lovely duets, the manly male singers, the sultry female singers.. And the whole 50s type experience, the singer with his band, men in suits, ladies in gowns, stepping around the dancefloor entwined.. whoa.
Still waiting for the girl I can listen to big band with. Or jazz, even, thats more mainstream right? I think I've only known one girl who seriously listens to jazz. She practically introduced it to me, in fact. Too bad I'm not in contact with her anymore.
(Cue more BGR type regrets in JD's head.)
Moving on. If I ever meet a girl who sings like Little Voice (The titular character of the movie called, duh, Little Voice) she'll completely sweep me off my feet and I won't be able to walk straight for days.
I've probably said before, I've a thing for girls who can sing. And if she sings jazz, baby, I'll probably just melt into a puddle.
Tristen and Tammy!
I've got the cutest nephew and niece.
They came in to stop me from completing my dinner in peace.. haha. Anyone know what the Uno Madness (By Mattel!) board is? It basically has this timer dial, and when the timer runs down, the board pops out. So my adorable nephew thinks, "Wow! Its just like a jack-in-the-box!" So he promptly decides to scare me with it.
So Tristen and Tammy come up to me with completely innocent looks on their faces, asking me sweetly to look at the board. (The Uno Madness (By Mattel!) belongs to me, by the way.) So I do, completely knowing what to expect but of course not spoiling it for the kids.
The timer counts down.
And down.
And down.
And down. (By now I realised that Tristen wound the timer up all the way and i'm in for a looooooooooooooooooong wait.)
Many many "and down"s later..
POP!!!
I jump and cry out in feigned horror (okay, more like jerk, can't exactly jump with one leg) as the kids cackle in delight. I pretend to have a heart attack and slump in my chair.
As Tristen goes back to winding the timer back ALL THE WAY, Tammy pokes me. I'm still playing dead, so I don't respond. She screams out at me. I don't respond. She shakes my uninjured leg (they're smart enough to be careful with my cast) and continues yelling in my ear. I still don't respond. She comes right beside my face (my eyes are open in a corpse-like manner) and yells really, really, really, really, really loudly in my ear the way only a 3 year old can. This takes a massive amount of self-control, but I took the pain from my sensitive musician ears, and, still, didn't respond.
So what does my beloved niece, the sweet Tammy, do? She grabs an Uno Madness (By Mattel!) hard plastic tile rack, and thwacks me down under.
ARGHIYYOWTCHIHOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ouch. Not pleasant. The Uno Madness (By Mattel!) set doesn't come with a warning saying "Do not use Uno Madness (By Mattel!) tile racks to hit privates or extreme pain will result". But it should.
I still love them, of course, but no more playing dead for Uncle JD.
Anyway, its Singapore Idol time! Oooh, big band! My absolute favourite type of music. I'm going to enjoy this show tonight.
Later!
Cleansed by the swab
Alcohol swab, that is. I just went to Bedok Polyclinic to change my dressing, cos it was really getting messy. You see, when I get itchy i tend to scratch.. Natural reaction, what? So i kinda pushed the bandages all over the place.
So, my parents decided to take me to change my dressings while they're still in Singapore. They'll be flying off to China early Saturday morning for a holiday, planned for before my operation.
After removing the bandages, the nurse was shocked at all the blood. Turns out that all the pain i've been feeling (and the itchiness for that matter) was due to some of my stitches bursting open or ripping out (don't ask me how, I just know it hurts). So she got two other nurses to come help her.
Kinda nice to have three nurses pampering you.. lol.
Actually all they did was clean up my surgery site with its long unpretty cut, get out all the blood, and bandage it back. Didn't hurt that much either, except when i had a square patch of leg hair ripped out by some tape.
Yea, yea, I realise it doesn't look any different. But it feels different, alright? Jeez.
I'm getting the rest of the stitches out on monday. But for now, my leg feels pretty nice and clean.
I wonder if I can keep the thread. You know, as a kind of a sick but cool souvenior. Lol.
Papa wants a lightsaber.
Y'know, before my op, I was so sure that I'd be completely bored out of my skull stuck at home with nothing to do. Actually, so far its been pretty alright! Mainly cos I keep playing The Sims 2 and watching DVDs my brother loaned me.
DVDs such as star Wars Episodes I, II, IV, V and VI! Haha. I love star wars! *zng* (thats supposed to be the sound of a lightsaber) I think all guys do. All men that are boys, at any rate. Haha. Which guy wouldn't want a lightsaber? Rescuing Princess Leia and all that is a bit campy, but the lightsabers, man! Haha. Its a slice of culture now, I think. Not just limited to the sci-fi geeks. Now even the run-of-the-mill off-the-street geeks want one too! Papa wants a lightsaber.
Anyway. Watched Bad Boys today, too. "Bad boys bad boys, watcha gonna do? Watcha gonna do when they come for you?" I crack myself up.
Know why I like the Sims? Its a good stress reliever. Don't like somebody? Recreate him in the Sims! (And you can honestly get practically any face you want, if you have a good eye for that kinda thing) Then in the game, you can make him go for a swim in the pool, then remove the ladder so he drowns! Or shut him in a room with no doors till he starves! Or make him attempt to repair faulty TVs so he electrocutes! Or let him eat spoilt food so he gets food poisoning! Or let him get kidnapped by aliens! Lol.
Nah I'm not actually so mean. Haha. Its just fun to recreate Days of our Lives type
stories. You know, Jane loves Tim loves Mary loves Daniel who loves Tina whose married to Shaun who loves Shannon but sleeps with Betsy who is the sister of Roger who has an affair with Elaine whos in a single sex marriage with Wanda who was the ex-girlfriend of..... and so on. Fun.
Hmm come to think of it, I should probably put the Creative founder, Sim Wong Hoo, in my game. You know, cos he's a Sim. Get it? Sim? Okay not funny, nevermind.
Was bored just now, did some research on my operation, you know, Chrisman-Snook. Guess what I found out? After I get my stitches out and remove my dressings and backslab next week, I'll get a nice new hard cast for another month! Great, huh? I was looking forward to not having my leg open to the air again. Damn it.
I've got quite a few friends right now who say that they're lonely and wanna get attached. I always tell them the same thing - We're too young. Seriously. Not that we're not mature enough or what, just that theres probably at least a good 5 years before you can seriously consider marriage. Are you sure you wanna settle down so soon? If you're just looking to curb loneliness.. why not just date? Why get tied down so quick? The thrill of the chase, and all that jazz. (My, I'm such a mcp.)
When you're just dating, you don't -really- know each other that well yet, so you only see the good things and the bad things are still hidden in the shadows. Guys usually put more effort in relationships when its not cemented yet too.. More romantic gestures, probably. Things are like a honeymoon, still fresh and unique. And the sex is probably more exciting too, yea? Not that I'm suggesting that sex with the same person for the rest of your life is in any way boring. Haha but as one of my army mates said, have fun while you're young so you have the memories when you're old. Lol.
I wonder if I'm going to get lambasted for that last paragraph. If anyone was offended, I sincerely apologise. But I suppose this is simply My Damn Blog.
Hey. Anyone got any song writing tips? I badly need some. Please. Mail me or leave a comment or something. I've hit this song writing block before I even really started.
Clubbing. (Or My Damn Blog.)
I know I'm a little late, but I can't believe maia got knocked out. Jeez. But well she was getting quite formulaic. And i guess having non-voting apathetic jerks, such as yours truly, for fans, won't get you up through the idol popularity contest.. Hey but I'm looking forward to checking her out in pubs and stuff! Especially since my favourite "local" band, Ublues, is ending their run for a few years.. Damn I wanted to go for that Made in Singapore concert (they were one of the performers) but I couldn't.. Why? Stuck at home with my foot in a cast.
Hurts like crap too. Hai.
Well. Anyone seen that dettol shampoo commercial? With that mother who cares a lot for her children and worries about what might be happening in their hair? Whats with it? if my kids get rained on, I'd be worried about much more than microorganisms festering in their hair. Like microorganisms festering in their lungs, for example.
(Sorry I jump around when I blog. This is how I blog. I leave notepad open, and I start writing. Then I watch tv. And carry on. Anything I see on TV that I wanna put down, well, i put down. My damn blog.)
Watching "Driven" now. Its actually one of my favourite shows. Yea i know its actually pretty lousy and cheesy, but hey its about MOTOR RACING. And motor racing rocks! Okay, so its Cart Racing and not Formula 1, but, its still damn fast and damn cool. S'funny though, all the cameos by the real cart drivers when the show was filmed. Such as Mario Andretti, and Juan Pablo Montoya. Which is interesting, cos Juan Pablo Montoya just won an F1 race last night.
Everyone has dream occupations, right? And mine would either to be a world class musician or a world class racer. Oh yea baby. I love music, and performing, but the speed, the adrenaline, the ego rush, the whole machismo thing.. too cool.
True Files tonight! The Pulau Senang trial. Interesting! Especially because I do bombing training there relatively often. Its quite a pretty place actually.
Took the above photo on Pulau Senang, of course.
Well. Now to blogging proper. Couple of days ago, think it was sat afternoon, my friend sent me an sms, something like hey are you in condition to go clubbing? Well, a tad tactless maybe, but appreciated nonetheless. Point is though, I've been wondering. Whats with the club scene?
I'm just focusing on Singapore, which is all i'm familiar with really. I've been to KL to club once, and i've heard of happening globe clubbing experiences from some aircrew, but that wouldn't really constitute grounds for a discussion.
So. In Singapore, the club scene kinda sucks. Really. Music is all about the same, lots of techno, lots of house, and not really much else. Very blah. And I've been to basically every major club in town, including those I shouldn't be able to get in to. But whats the difference in all these clubs? Music is all about the same. Decor may differ but its not like you can really tell when you're mabo and seh and drunk. Drinks being drunk are all the same too, breezers, housepours, flaming lambos, blah. All people chatting up people, people drinking, people puking, people jiggling on bar tops.. Only thing different I can tell, really, is the age of the crowd. Like 15 year olds at Chinablack and 50 year olds at Devils Bar.
Urgh. Don't even get me started on the pathetics who go mambo night. Not people who go Phuture or Velvet, of course. I'm talking about so-called mambosexuals as a newspaper feature some time ago proclaimed. Synchronising their dancing with those para para movements like they're in an arcade or in a bloody Bollywood movie or something. Except ugly, cos those north Indians look pretty good.
Only thing funnier (or more pathetic) i've seen is a bunch of Japanese dressed as Elvis dancing synchronised to Blue Suede Shoes. I think it was from the Peoplewatching documentary. Anyone whos interested in human nature should check it out.
I'm opinionated. So sue me. My damn blog.
So why do -I- club then? Since I bloody quite hate clubbing in singapore? I don't know. Lonely I guess. Its fun to revel in the atmosphere, breathe in the crowd (metaphorically speaking. BO is pretty bad in outdoor parties though. Do NOT party outdoors.), feel the shit music pounding in your head. Especially when you get high and all the colours are so pretty. Before the alcohol poisoning kicks in, anyway. And dancing is pretty fun too, when (and this is rare) the music is good. Not that the music matters when you're high la, but still. Kinda fun to move with the beat, specially when you dance well.
Whats it with people who can't dance? Is it that difficult to just move with the beat? Don't swing your arms around like you're trying to swat flies, or shove your bony hips around thinking you're hot when you look more like a drag queen. And I especially hate sluts. Like those girls who grind themselves against you or throw their arms around you when you've never even seen them before. Dammit.
A psychic on American Top Model? Pardon my lack of faith, but I find psychics deal too much in vague generalities. Its like horoscopes. But I suppose it does give people hope.
However, good psychics and fortunetellers, i find their usually great at peoplewatching, judging them from body language, appearance, etc. Or great practitioners of the spin, at least.
I guess, one big reason why people club is to socialise. Or socialise by proxy. By that i mean, even if you don't meet anyone, the fact that you're dancing in the same club, moving to the same beats, drinking from the same dirty glasses (anyone ever notice how they wash the damn glasses?), you're sort of upping your social points. Just being there, I guess, you're part of IT. Whatever IT is. Of course, being able to meet people is much better, but seems like most local guys (or at least the ones i know) don't really have the guts to approach girls.
Oh this is good, I should talk about how local guys approach girls. These are the tactics I've observed:
1) The "Can I Buy You A Drink"
The guy has no other charms so attempts to buy his way into the girls good books. Or, he uses it to break the ice cos he doesn't know what else to say. Or, hes spiked the drink cos he desperately needs sex. This tactic usually fails when it takes the guy 5 minutes to fight through the crowd to reach the bartender, 5 minutes to attract the overworked bartender's attention, 5 minutes to get the drink and pay for it, and 5 minutes to fight his way back. That gives the girl 20 minutes to escape the obnoxious offender.
2) The "Say It With Handphone"
I see this very often. Guy pretends that the girl can't hear what hes saying so uses his handphone to text out some cheese pickup line, then thrusts the phone in her face. Fact is, he simply doesn't have the guts to talk to her face to face. Dickless.
3) The "Slide In And Grind"
Common too. The guy just moves in and attempts to dance with the girl while, to all appearances, ignores the fact that the girl is about 10 centimeters away from him. He only acknowledges her presence when she doesn't turn around and slap him, as most decent girls would do. Whereupon he slimes her. This only works on drunk girls and sluts, so it might as well not work at all.
4) The "Look, Wink, Smile and Pray"
Look at girl, look away, look at girl, look away, look at girl, look away. If girl looks back wink and smile. Then pray and pray and pray that she smiles back. Whereupon it'll take the guy another 5 minutes of vicious smiling before he gathers up the courage to talk to her.
Now, the 5th way, and as far as I can tell, it works best.
5) The "Six second rule"
Theres a six second rule that states that when food is dropped on the floor, it takes 6 secs for the germs to climb onto the food, so long as you pick it up within 6 secs, you can still eat it safely. I'm not refering to that rule. I'm refering to the rule that states when you see a girl you're interested in, you approach her within 6 secs. Just enough time to catch her eye and smile, at least. Main thing is, you need confidence for this. But hey, most girls would find confidence sexy. If you strike out, hey, you didn't waste any time, so its kinda win-win.
I suppose if you looked like Takashi Kaneshiro or Bae Yong Jun (did i spell that right? I'm going from memory.) you could just sneeze and a thousand gorgeous women will be there proferring silk hankies, but since most of us are not, hey. At least don't be wimps, all right, men?
Even chatting up girls can be an art, if you're good at it.
I would write more, except that I've been sitting too long, and theres really bad circulation in my bad leg. The tight bandages kinda keeps the fluid in my feet if i don't raise it above heart level from time to time. Ciao.
Whats with the willow? and whats with the cheese?
I don't have any particular fetish for willow trees, really. I just think they're really pretty, and they're just about as poignant as a tree can get. And i really like the word "poignant".
Initially, this blog used to be called "the willow branch". I used to be under the impression that in ancient times, till around the middle ages, people used shaved willow branches, or willow sticks rather, to clean their teeth. This is true. And since I'm going to be a dentist in a couple of years, and I like willows, I thought "the willow branch" would be a cool name for a dental clinic.
Recently, however, i found out that while people did use willow sticks to clean their teeth, they also used yew sticks. And spruce sticks. And applewood sticks. And maple sticks. And rosebush sticks. and probably any damn stick they can actually get ahold of. All you need is a soft wood, shave of the bark at one end, carve it up a bit to get some bristles, and use it to scrub your teeth and chew on it and all that, and behold, your teeth will be about as clean as you can get it in these pre-colgate times.
Just for interest, the Chinese invented the first toothbrush. It was wild arctic boar bristles stuck into bamboo poles. Hua2 ren2 power! (lol)
So while i guess that original willow branch idea is kinda out now, i still think willows are cool.
Heres some pseudo-mystical info i found on willows:
Willow
Salix spp.
Family: Salicaceae (Willow family)
Willow is also called the Tree of Enchantment, Osier, and Sough Tree. There are at least 500 willow species. In western tradition it is a symbol of mourning and unlucky love. The Latin name for the weeping willow refers to the psalm in which the Hebrews mourn their captivity in Babylon by the willows. Willow indicates cycles and rhythms. The Willow is associated with the elements of water, the moon, and the gods Artemis, Ceres, Hecate, Persephone, Hera, Mercury, Belili, Circe, and Belenos. It is associated with death, femininity, love, and healing. It is used to make friendship pacts and alliances. Its leaves are used in love attraction sachets and moon magic wands are made from its wood. It is combined with sandalwood to invoke spirits. Placed in homes, it protects against evil and sorcery. Carried, the wood will help one overcome the fear of death. If one needs to get something off their chest or to share a secret, confess to a willow and your secret will be safe. Willow wood is good for harps. Good for planting and lining burial graves for its symbolism of death and protection. If one wants to know if they will be married, on New Year's Eve, throw your shoe or boot into a willow, if it doesn't catch in the branches the first time, the individuals has eight more tries, if they succeed, they will wed.
Well, I like the "friendship pacts and alliances", "love attraction sachets" and "moon magic wands" bits. And also how it protects against "evil and sorcery". And that its good for harps! Would be nicer if it was good for guitars, but any musical instrument is fine too! Can't say the same about just any wood, can you?
Not that I'm really into the whole mystical celtic druid or wiccan thing, but its just interesting. Oh, and traditional red indian youths make their dreamcatchers out of willow wood. Because willow wood tends to become brittle and cracks, its supposed to symbolise the fleeting nature of youth. (And boy is my youth fleeting away)
Maybe I'm getting too much into this whole willow thing, but hey, I'm stuck at home with not much to do. Humour me.
And whats with the cheese? Well, heres a non-consumable definition of cheese, from the big fat red leatherbound Chambers Dictionary on my shelf:
Cheese: noun slang (big cheese) an important person. [perhaps from Urdu chiz, thing]
And thats me to a T.
Oh and I just saw the results of the Durex Global Sex Survey, particularly about the frequency of sex. Singaporeans are only getting it 79 times a year, compared to the french who get lucky on average 139 times a year! Thats like once in 4.6 days compared to once in 2.6 days! Haha but still better than the japanese, who only do the naughty 46 times annually, or about once in 7.9 days.
Judging from the thriving japanese pornography industry, I surmise that Japanese men spend too much time watching porno and fantasizing about hot AV girls than romancing women that are actually within reach. Go figure.
Back to the sex survey. You know what? I... actually, in an effort to maintain a "G" rating for this blog, especially since relatives might read this, i think i'll stop this discussion right here. Haha.
This is where i got the link to the durex survey, though:
She be funny. Heh. Check her out.
My mouse is from Tron.
I must say, i'm quite in love with my mouse. Don't you think it looks like something from Tron?
Check out the gorgeous blue and red led lights, boy.
i'm watching singapore idol now.. taufik is singing yeah by usher. hes not too bad, i suppose. but i gotta say one thing. in the whole idol franchise, singapore has got to have the absolute WORST back up musicians.
i'm sure that old guy and the woman are pretty decent at what they are able to do. and they sound great doing some pop-ish things. but they completely lack versatility, and they try to tackle things that they can't pull off. like USHER! my god.
poor taufik. how do you get into the mood for singing a hip hop/r'n'b song when the background music sounds like its played by a one-handed monkey on a toy keyboard? urgh.
would it be that tough to hire perhaps a full band worth of musicians? come on, singapore has more than enough competent
musicians! just one drummer, one keyboardist, one bassist, two guitarists, maybe one DJ. urgh.
hmm florence lian looks like princess amidala. whats with the hair? i always thought she was pretty lao chio, stylish and all that. and now she comes with a princess amidala hairdo. oh lord.
i must admit though. singapore idol is lots more entertaining than i expected! some of the singers are relatively competent, and although some of the best singers have already been knocked, its still interesting to see how singapore votes.
but ultimately this is still a popularity contest, isn't it? i mean, i might follow it, and i support maia lee, but damn, why should i waste my parent's hard earned cash? its not like theres even a lucky prize for voting for the ultimate winner.
incidentally, my mother votes for maia.. she used to be one of my mother's favourite pupils, though my mom thinks shes a bit "ah lian".
i understand ppl might disagree with my apathetic singaporean viewer outlook, but don't ever think i'm trying to impose my views on you! in fact, please, pick up your phones now! vote for maia!
is it just me but when olinda cho dedicated the song she sang ("when a man loves a woman") to her future husband, she seemed to be trying to dispel butch/lesbian rumours going around? well. she sounds AMAZING though! and shes actually pretty good looking tonight, i must say. haha. vote for her too! lol.
urgh. SIA commecial. "singapore girl, great way to fly". sad memories trying to rush in. block out, block out! ha!
hey flora chan! i think shes absolutely gorgeous, and i think its quite a coup for mediacorp to get her for a english show!
if i remember correctly she was born or bred in the states, so she speaks good english, unlike the other hk imports we've been getting. can't wait to watch her show at nine! i've loved her classiness and her style and her sass since Files of Justice years and years ago.
slyvester sim singing "don't wanna miss a thing" now. and guess what? PATHETIC BACKGROUND MUSICIANS STRIKE AGAIN! horrific. simply horrific. I'd rather singapore idol use karaoke records for them man. just go to any ktv at katong or wherever and you can probably find backing tracks for any damn song you want.
i gotta admit though. takes guts to sing on national tv.. i wouldn't have the balls, admittedly.. haha. but thats cos i consider myself a decent amateur musician and i know for a fact i sing like crap =P (actually i do uber-macho things like Tom Jones' "Sex bomb" pretty good. but i doubt it'll appeal to the masses.. haha)
How to take a shower when your leg is in bandages
1) Stick your leg into a huge plastic bag. Such as this one, free when you purchase lots of overpriced goods from seiyu bugis junction.
2) Seal up the mouth with lots of tape!
3) Now, just place a chair in the bathroom now and you'll do great! Try to avoid slipping in the toilet and bonking your head though! (Ouch.)
Right leg with bandages and backslab
Boy is getting around a bitch. And BOY is bathing a serious major bitch.
Back home again
Had my operation 2 days ago.
In a fit of homesickness (after just ONE day in hospital) i decided i want to come home. So yesterday, i did. And now i'm cursing myself for my stupidity. Cos i should've stayed in there a bit more till my leg hurts less.
Yes, it hurts like mad now and i don't care if i'm whining, cos it does. If i had stayed in hospital i could be enjoying the nice effects of a morphine shot.
On top of that, its kinda silly to say that i was warded for one day in hospital, so please give me 4 months mc so i can ord right now. Haha.
Anyway. Staying in the hospital was pretty nice. Food sucked, but it was comfortable. And its nice to have so many people taking care of you. Also helps that some of them were cute NYP nursing students.
i would write more now, except i really need to lie down and rest my foot.
Ouch.
K... this is whats done to my leg, copied from the operation report.
Description:
Right Ankle Chrisman-Snook Operation
Post Operation Diagnosis Findings:
Right Ankle Lateral Instability involving Ankle Joint and Subtalar Joint
Operative Procedures:
-Cleaned and draped
-Extended lateral approach to the ankle
-Careful dissection preserving sural nerve and exposing peroneus brevis muscle till its insertion into 5mt base
-1/2 of P Brevis tendon harvested and freed proximally, and based on 5MT base
-This is routed through thelateral malleolus from anterior to posterior
-Then this is routed deep to the sural nerve to inserted (sic) via a bone tunnel near the peroneal tubercle
-The tenodesis is secured with ethibond sutures against its own tendon and over the ankle, at to (sic) the periosteum
-Wash
-Closure in layers
-Skin closed with prolene
-Backslab
Bottom line? One looong scar on my lower calf/foot, my foot bandaged to a huge piece of plaster, and lots of pain.
The "half of tendon harvested" bit scares me. Okay, so now i have a stronger ligament (i hope) but a weak tendon, huh?
Oh well. Anyone got any ideas for things to do in the next 2 months i'll be stuck at home?
Aside from computer, xbox and movies, that is.
I'll also be trying to write songs and improve my guitar skills.. and my mom wants to teacn me chinese calligraphy (lol).
My sister will be passing me some econs texts too, just for fun.
Hope i can put these 2 months to good use!
The scribbles of the cheese
Today is thursday. In 4 days, I'll be in the hospital. Don't worry, i'm not having some kind of pre-suicidal lucidity, nor am i clairvoyant or bonkers or anything. I'm just going for a simple operation to reattach a ligament in my right ankle, apparently by replacing part of it with slices of my tendon. Well. The recovery will probably take a couple of months of medical leave. Which i'll be largely immobile and constrained to the limits of my home.
Or possible the limits of the third floor, if not my room.
Hence i'm trying to find things, and ways, to curb my expected boredom. Maybe keep my life mildly fruitful.
I'm hoping this blog can help me achieve that.. Curb my boredom, at any rate. Hopefully having a place where I can write about anything that strikes my fancy (hopefully deep, thought provoking things, like the deteriorating quality of jack & jill potato chips) will keep my mind active and put me in good stead for university.
Haha, whatever. I'll start writing nearer the operation date.
Mental note. Things to write about when i have the inclination to:
- Why "the cheese"
- The significance of the willow branch
- Songwriting
- Clubbing
- Singapore Idol
And i'm really going to have to do up the layout and look of the blog. I'm expecting to have lots of time soon, so, that'll be good!
