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LETTERS FROM THE LIVING
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Wow, caught the revival round of Channel U's superband yesterday and it was honestly one of the best episodes I saw (FYI, I catch nearly every week's show). It featured the 5 previous groups that were knocked out, and with the inaugural prize of being in the semifinals at stake, every single group upped their performance by tenfold. Even Summer Breeze put up a valiant but nonetheless impressive swansong to the competition. In the end, it was a neck to neck race but Mi Lu Bing edged out JuzB to claim the last berth in the next round. Phew! This only attest to what is to come in the latter stages of the competition, so fasten your seat belts and get ready for the ride of your life! The Singapore music scene has hope!
Food for freakin' thought from a Christian non-conformist:
WARNING: Below are just some stuff I ponder upon and found it amusing. If u are afraid of having the foundations of your belief shaken, PLEASE do not read further. However, if your proceed, I shall not bear the responsibility of anyone backsliding. Also note that my comments do not have the intent of malice or blaspheming my own faith. Spiritual Parental Guidance is Advised.
Why do we still watch our diet when we have already ask God to bless the food when we give thanks? You, men of little faith...
How does a leader preach the cons of consuming alcohol when his/her normal menu consists of:
- Bailey's Irish Cream Coffee
- Rum and raisin ice cream
- XO fish head soup
- Fermented yeast bread
- Any chinese dish with a dose "Hua Diao Jiou"
- Likes to appreciate good wine
*Haha, guess it is ok with moderation, not addiction. Take everything with a pinch of salt will ya? Without that margarita, that is...
Why does God create grotesque-looking, disgustingly awful, & sometimes even smelly food/fruit that we simply hate and will never ever taste it again?
Well, only He knows. But I now know why He made you.
The following is a moment of genius from me (i hope), it did not in anyway took place in my life, and any resemblence to any scenario happening to anyone is purely coincidental.
Me: World Cup semis, one Red Bull please.
Kopi Tiam Uncle: Haha, Xiao Di, my bookies dun wear red one. See that botak there, he is my master bookie, he might wear red underwear though.
Me: Sorry, but I want a Red Bull please.
Kopi Tiam Uncle: Huh, where got? Now undercover police wear red arh? Better tip off my bookies now!
Me: No uncle, not red police, I just want red bull please!
Kopi Tiam Uncle: Huh? You want to raid the bookies? Hey, my men here can just take u down as easy as ABC okay.
Me: No. No uncle, don't get me wrong, I am desperate! I wanna Red Bull PLEASE!!
Kopi Tiam Uncle: Wah Lau!! You rape police one?? I dun think I want u as a customer. Go away you pervert! Or else I call that botak to rape you!
Me: Sigh...(Thirsty, tired and embarassed, then walks away despondently.)
So much for the "Speak Good English" campaign, now must train Singaporeans for listening comprehension as well. Sigh...
Soundtrack of my life today: "Halo" by Soil
One of my all-time favourite track when i first got into my metalhead lifestyle during NS.
Not all creative juices are tasty, or tasteful(as can be seen from above)
World Cup semis here I come! But sans the Red Bull...
Watching Wimbledon tennis has become a sticky situation when my mum was with me. "Why that girl scream until like that huh?"
Don't think I will be catching Superman Returns
My back is killing me!
Laid to Rest at 8:16 PM;