After watching last night’s episode of AI, I feel compelled to comment on the show. They absolutely killed the song!! The AI Top 8 slaughtered Ms. Minogue’s infectious tune. Awful!! OMG! Whoever chose that song for them to sing should be booted out! And that's what the judges have been saying all the time: Song Choice!!!! A dance track is dance track, no matter how catchy it is... it is not "We are the World"... group performance on a dance track will not work, especially one which requires attitude, sexiness and diva-ness to execute. And no one else can sing that song with such attitude and sexiness apart from Minogue!!!
And what's with Kelly Pickler? She performed last year, and she performed again this year! And she was just one of Idol finalist. Not even in Top 5, I think. She was all pitchy all over her own song. Bad! Bad! Bad!
OK, so we’re down from 8 to 7. Lil should be booted out next. They’ve given her enough chances already week after week. One word: Lame. I didn’t think Anoop and Matt’s vocals were great either. And I’m not a fan of Danny. He just irritates the hell out of me.
My pick for the top three finalists? Adam, Kris and Allison. I’m not too sure about Allison yet, but lately she seems to be original enough in her performances. Kris has that cute boyish looks and has been consistently in control and doing well, except maybe for the last round. Adam has been the most versatile and original of the lot, and he was able to pull it off every time he takes the stage on the most challenging songs and performances.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Dollars, Ringgit and Sense
I cannot understand why people keep saying that the cost of living in KL is low.... "the lowest in region" they say.
Well, true if you earn your money in other countries and spend it here. Unless you're a visitor/traveller, you should never convert the currency. But what if you earn in ringgit and spend it here like the rest of us do? Then, it becomes a lot more expensive to live and spend here!
I did a rough random comparison of costs for supposedly "cheap" KL and "very expensive" island nation down south.
But first, income. You earn a lot more in SG than in KL. For example in the company I worked in, a fresh grad in KL earns only RM2 K /month, while in SG, the grad would get paid up to S$ 2.5 K /month. I am certain that this is the case for all jobs - you get paid more in SG than in KL.
Now what about costs and expenses? Here's a very brief and random comparison.
S$ RM
Economy Rice (3 dishes) S$3.80 RM5.50
McD Breakfast Meal S$5.50 RM8.10
Spaghetti (restaurant) S$15.00 RM22.00
Sunscreen S$12.70 RM31.90
Long Sleeve shirt ~S$50.00 ~RM80.00
Car ~ $50 K (exclude COE) ~RM85 K
Petrol price S$1.5–1.6/liter RM1.8/liter
Gym membership ~S$110 /month ~RM175/month
Club cover charge ~ S$20 /entry ~RM35/entry
As for local transport, you don't need a car in SG. My friend spends S$100 /month on transport, while I spend RM 400 /month (inclusive petrol, parking fees, car maintenance, but excluding toll).
What about housing? This is a little more complicated to compare, as it depends on location, age and size. Yes, houses in SG are apparently expensive. Flats are priced from S$250 K. But the condition of a flat is equivalent to a medium cost condominium in KL which also fetches a price of at least RM200-280 K close to the city.
It is obvious that KL is not "cheap" after all. You spend a higher percentage of your income on your daily expenses. At the end of the month, you have a lower disposable income... less to save/invest. And I heard income tax in SG is much lower also!
Did I miss something? Have I miscalculated? Do these make sense?
* ps. I bought a prepaid card for S$28 which has a credit of S$28 for international calls and S$100 for local calls. By dialling a special access number, you get extremely cheap rates. I noted that an (international) call I made back to KL .... spoke for 18 minutes but costs S$1.44 only!!! I don't normally chit-chat with friends on the phone here (expensive ma!), but I was happily chitchatting with them for hours when I was in SG!!!
Well, true if you earn your money in other countries and spend it here. Unless you're a visitor/traveller, you should never convert the currency. But what if you earn in ringgit and spend it here like the rest of us do? Then, it becomes a lot more expensive to live and spend here!
I did a rough random comparison of costs for supposedly "cheap" KL and "very expensive" island nation down south.
But first, income. You earn a lot more in SG than in KL. For example in the company I worked in, a fresh grad in KL earns only RM2 K /month, while in SG, the grad would get paid up to S$ 2.5 K /month. I am certain that this is the case for all jobs - you get paid more in SG than in KL.
Now what about costs and expenses? Here's a very brief and random comparison.
S$ RM
Economy Rice (3 dishes) S$3.80 RM5.50
McD Breakfast Meal S$5.50 RM8.10
Spaghetti (restaurant) S$15.00 RM22.00
Sunscreen S$12.70 RM31.90
Long Sleeve shirt ~S$50.00 ~RM80.00
Car ~ $50 K (exclude COE) ~RM85 K
Petrol price S$1.5–1.6/liter RM1.8/liter
Gym membership ~S$110 /month ~RM175/month
Club cover charge ~ S$20 /entry ~RM35/entry
As for local transport, you don't need a car in SG. My friend spends S$100 /month on transport, while I spend RM 400 /month (inclusive petrol, parking fees, car maintenance, but excluding toll).
What about housing? This is a little more complicated to compare, as it depends on location, age and size. Yes, houses in SG are apparently expensive. Flats are priced from S$250 K. But the condition of a flat is equivalent to a medium cost condominium in KL which also fetches a price of at least RM200-280 K close to the city.
It is obvious that KL is not "cheap" after all. You spend a higher percentage of your income on your daily expenses. At the end of the month, you have a lower disposable income... less to save/invest. And I heard income tax in SG is much lower also!
Did I miss something? Have I miscalculated? Do these make sense?
* ps. I bought a prepaid card for S$28 which has a credit of S$28 for international calls and S$100 for local calls. By dialling a special access number, you get extremely cheap rates. I noted that an (international) call I made back to KL .... spoke for 18 minutes but costs S$1.44 only!!! I don't normally chit-chat with friends on the phone here (expensive ma!), but I was happily chitchatting with them for hours when I was in SG!!!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Girl Attack - Please Don't Touch Me!
So the sisters came for a (rather short) visit last weekend and were itching to visit the hottest nightclubs. But by nighttime, they were all exhausted from walking the whole day … unaccustomed to having to walk so much.
As we strolled up Neil Road around half past eleven, it was typically quiet in the area … no traffic jam, no touts, no prostitutes, no crowd. No party atmosphere. But Tantric was full house. We were unsure if we should go in or head to Taboo, which seemed to be rather unhappening at that time. So we decided we should just go in look see look see. The music they were playing was good pop, but too bad no one was moving/dancing to the groove. Most were busy chatting and drinking, and majority of the guys looked rather foreign. We don’t drink, we don’t want to chat, we didn’t look particularly well-dressed up either, and we don’t have friends to kiss and hug in there either. We want to dance!!! So we decided to get out.
Taboo still looked quiet from the outside, but Sindy was just too tired to agree to walking round the corner to check out Play. We hung around for a while before deciding to get into Taboo.
It was not very happening either, and only a couple of people were dancing. We got our free drinks, and settled down on the second floor couch. The sisters got mineral water (wakakaka!), but I was determined to get some alcohol – I don’t have to drive home you see. But I’m such jakun when it comes to alcohol… I only know 3 words … beer, wine, vodka …. don’t tell me specific names etc etc… I don’t know! I settled for beer, but there were a few choices which we don’t normally get back home. And I pointed to some Filipino beer (San Miguel or St Miguel?? Whatever!). Haiya, I was embarrassed I didn’t know how to order la, and fled the bar counter after I was handed the huge mug.
Tricia and I decided to boogie woogie, and was later joined by Jaslene. It was way past Sindy’s bedtime and she decided to just laze around the sofa.
People were just too friendly, and that’s where the problem is. A thin girl (real one ok!) who was originally dancing with a guy, started to dance with Tricia. And Thin Real Girl was all over Tricia. Such a salah sight! Tricia and a real girl groping??? Then, a while later a rather plump girl (real one also) came and dance with Tricia and Jaslene. Hands all over, and I laughed. A moment later my nightmare began.
Plump Real Girl turned andattacked hugged me, and her hands were all over my body! OMG! OMG!!! She grabbed Tricia and all three of us were dancing, and she moved her hands up and down our bodies, grabbed our crotch, then squeezed our butts, and tried to put her hands in our pants! OMFG!
All the while I was going “Shit! Shit! Shit!” And her big boobs rubbing my chest, right under my nose!!! What am I supposed to do with them? Grab and squeeze them??!
I almost wanted to leave, but Thin Real Girl and Plump Real Girl must have sensed we kept our hands to ourselves, and back off a little bit. But they were there the whole night, and would come on and off to us.
Yuks!
It was such a traumatic experience!
Guys, what would you do if a girl comes up to you and start groping you?
As we strolled up Neil Road around half past eleven, it was typically quiet in the area … no traffic jam, no touts, no prostitutes, no crowd. No party atmosphere. But Tantric was full house. We were unsure if we should go in or head to Taboo, which seemed to be rather unhappening at that time. So we decided we should just go in look see look see. The music they were playing was good pop, but too bad no one was moving/dancing to the groove. Most were busy chatting and drinking, and majority of the guys looked rather foreign. We don’t drink, we don’t want to chat, we didn’t look particularly well-dressed up either, and we don’t have friends to kiss and hug in there either. We want to dance!!! So we decided to get out.
Taboo still looked quiet from the outside, but Sindy was just too tired to agree to walking round the corner to check out Play. We hung around for a while before deciding to get into Taboo.
It was not very happening either, and only a couple of people were dancing. We got our free drinks, and settled down on the second floor couch. The sisters got mineral water (wakakaka!), but I was determined to get some alcohol – I don’t have to drive home you see. But I’m such jakun when it comes to alcohol… I only know 3 words … beer, wine, vodka …. don’t tell me specific names etc etc… I don’t know! I settled for beer, but there were a few choices which we don’t normally get back home. And I pointed to some Filipino beer (San Miguel or St Miguel?? Whatever!). Haiya, I was embarrassed I didn’t know how to order la, and fled the bar counter after I was handed the huge mug.
Tricia and I decided to boogie woogie, and was later joined by Jaslene. It was way past Sindy’s bedtime and she decided to just laze around the sofa.
People were just too friendly, and that’s where the problem is. A thin girl (real one ok!) who was originally dancing with a guy, started to dance with Tricia. And Thin Real Girl was all over Tricia. Such a salah sight! Tricia and a real girl groping??? Then, a while later a rather plump girl (real one also) came and dance with Tricia and Jaslene. Hands all over, and I laughed. A moment later my nightmare began.
Plump Real Girl turned and
All the while I was going “Shit! Shit! Shit!” And her big boobs rubbing my chest, right under my nose!!! What am I supposed to do with them? Grab and squeeze them??!
I almost wanted to leave, but Thin Real Girl and Plump Real Girl must have sensed we kept our hands to ourselves, and back off a little bit. But they were there the whole night, and would come on and off to us.
Yuks!
It was such a traumatic experience!
Guys, what would you do if a girl comes up to you and start groping you?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Run to You
Over there, in the past 20 days, we've seen each other almost every other day.
Now over here...
At night, I come home and turn the key
There's nobody there, no one cares for me
I need you here
I need you here to wipe away my tears
I wanna run to you
Now over here...
At night, I come home and turn the key
There's nobody there, no one cares for me
I need you here
I need you here to wipe away my tears
I wanna run to you
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Gonad Foundation
I used to get spam sms-es from various sources regarding product sales, promotions at pubs (which I don’t go – don’t know how the hell they got my number), and recently about subscribing and downloading hot videos (presumably of local politicians) for a small fee. But one boring Friday evening last month, I received the sms below from an unfamiliar number:
Dear Mr. XX.
Thank you for
interest in our
harvesting project.
Please send in the
testicle donation
consent form
soonest possible so
that we may begin
process.
At first, I laughed out loud and excitedly showed the ‘silly spam’ message to my colleagues. Then I scrolled up again, and saw my name. My name!!! OMG!!!!
How come spam sms also know my name one? No more laughing anymore – I start to panic! How do these people get my number AND my name? This is serious.
I didn’t think it was any of my friends playing prank, cos they’re all decent fellas, not pranksters.
Where did I recklessly leave my number AND name? I was worried that it’s gonna be troublesome that I might need to change my number! Damn I should be more careful leaving my contact details next time I sign up for something. Panic! Panic!
I asked my colleague to call the number back, but using the office phone. But then I realized, I had better speak to the person myself, just in case the person have evil intentions etc etc.
When a boyish voice answered my call, I demanded to know who he was. He continued on to introduce himself from the Gonad Foundation, about finding testicle donors. He spoke very fluently in English, without any ahhhs... or errrs..... very smooth and no breaks in his sentences ... eloquent.... and with that I became more confused!
"This is a joke. Who's this? Who's this? No, no, no..." I must have said, still confused and a little nervous, unsure.
Then I thought I could hear a little giggle on the other side .....
" .....who else would talk like that.... " the voice spoke, I could only catch part of what he said .... it was a little too fast for a confused mind.
"It's Janvier la..."
ISH!!!!
* This happened one month earlier, but it could have been a great April Fool prank.
Dear Mr. XX.
Thank you for
interest in our
harvesting project.
Please send in the
testicle donation
consent form
soonest possible so
that we may begin
process.
At first, I laughed out loud and excitedly showed the ‘silly spam’ message to my colleagues. Then I scrolled up again, and saw my name. My name!!! OMG!!!!
How come spam sms also know my name one? No more laughing anymore – I start to panic! How do these people get my number AND my name? This is serious.
I didn’t think it was any of my friends playing prank, cos they’re all decent fellas, not pranksters.
Where did I recklessly leave my number AND name? I was worried that it’s gonna be troublesome that I might need to change my number! Damn I should be more careful leaving my contact details next time I sign up for something. Panic! Panic!
I asked my colleague to call the number back, but using the office phone. But then I realized, I had better speak to the person myself, just in case the person have evil intentions etc etc.
When a boyish voice answered my call, I demanded to know who he was. He continued on to introduce himself from the Gonad Foundation, about finding testicle donors. He spoke very fluently in English, without any ahhhs... or errrs..... very smooth and no breaks in his sentences ... eloquent.... and with that I became more confused!
"This is a joke. Who's this? Who's this? No, no, no..." I must have said, still confused and a little nervous, unsure.
Then I thought I could hear a little giggle on the other side .....
" .....who else would talk like that.... " the voice spoke, I could only catch part of what he said .... it was a little too fast for a confused mind.
"It's Janvier la..."
ISH!!!!
* This happened one month earlier, but it could have been a great April Fool prank.
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