Saturday, January 22, 2005

The Chad on XBOX!

The Chad on XBox

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Karaoke Obsession

It is generally accepted worldwide that if you have black hair and dark brown eyes and hark from the SE Asia area, you are a karaoke king or queen (or both in the case of Jason). But I have to ask, why do us Asians have such an affinity for the mike?

Reason 1: Oppressive childhood, born from the genetically inherited inferiority complex of our parents

As an expert asian (ie I am one, and I know many), I can say with confidence that majority of us have had a repressed childhood. Parents forbidding us to watch TV past 8pm, not getting an allowance, being forced to learn piano/violin, studying algebra at the age of 8, endless family social occasions where EVERYONE seemed to be my aunty (even Aunty Hannah McAllistar), and hours of putdowns from your parents when they thought you weren’t around (nooooo, my one not so smart lah, not like your Angie – she can already shee-shee in the potty and pin her own nappies back up, wor).

Karaoke gives us all a chance to defy our strict upbringing, and show our parents (friends standing in as quasi family) once and for all that we are in fact BRILLIANT, and could have been a rich, famous pop star if only they hadn’t been so strict.

Hmmm… I can’t think of any other reasons…

I really do love karaoke. Was so happy at my Sydney bday party (organised by Syl) cos of all the people that turned up, but also cos of the 3 hours we spent at the Karaoke centre… But I really need to get my karaoke portfolio together to make sure my songs get picked… (see the ultimate Karaoke Rules at

I spent 2 hours before the party playing singstar at home, and another 1 hour practising singstar afterwards (HT fell asleep watching me). Guess this is quite sad, but I can't help it - I'm obsessed with hearing myself sing!!! Am geared up for the next singstar party, or even just the next time I see HT’s Playstation!

Singstar is better with the immediate feedback of the squiggly line – it means no matter how bad I sound, as long as I hit the notes, I can delude myself into thinking that really, I am a “rising star” (woohoo Maroon5 – This Love AND Video killed the Radio Star!)

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Is my boyfriend gay?

Click on the link, and tell me what you think!

Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, its just that I would prefer it if my boyfriend didn’t leave me for a younger man…

My boyfriend being gay has been a popular topic for discussion between my sisters and mum, and has also been considered by some of my extended family. His impeccable personal habits were the trigger for these concerns - his monthly facials, weekly exfoliation, identical pairs of black shoes, love of cooking and his penchant for fine dining, fine clothes, and anything else that can reasonably be preceeded by the word “fine”. Especially when compared to my messy room, and general disregard for hygiene…

However, I had no question in my mind over his sexual orientation... At least, not until today, when I saw him partaking in an eat-in wheatgrass shot with one of his newest close "friends" - Jason. Just seeing the two of them standing casually at the counter, skulling their two wheatgrass shots in synch sparked a jab of worry in my tummy. The way they both held their elbows out at identical angles (as if the wheatgrass shot was extremely delicate) initiated the flashing red lights and continuous emergency beeps of my gay-dar…

After chatting to my ultrametrosexual-friend Clinton, I thought maybe HT is just ultra-ULTRA-metrosexual, almost off the scale in fact. Started me wondering how exactly you can tell if your (boy)friend is gay or metrosexual…So, I turned to the trusty google to help me make up my own mind. Clinton – you’re right, he’s not gay!!!

metrosexual (met.roh.SEK.shoo.ul) n. An urban male with a strong aesthetic sense who spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle.This definition was found at:

The typical metrosexual is a young man with money to spend, living in or within easy reach of a metropolis — because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are. He might be officially gay, straight or bisexual, but this is utterly immaterial because he has clearly taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference. Particular professions, such as modeling, waiting tables, media, pop music and, nowadays, sport, seem to attract them but, truth be told, like male vanity products and herpes, they're pretty much everywhere.—Mark Simpson, "Meet the metrosexual,", July 22, 2002

Hmmm.... Tony?!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

To blog or not to blog

Sexy sisters in Singapore

Well, after suddenly discovering that I was surrounded by people who blog (both my sisters, most of my friends and even my boyfriend) I started wondering why has weblogging suddenly become so popular?

A whole subculture of faceless nameless people communicating with boldly stated prejudice, opinions, ideas and questions – is it the security of being able to anonymously air your opinions? Or the power you feel when stating your ideas stripped bare of all the PC fluff you need to avoid lawsuits these days? Perhaps it’s the rush of pride you feel knowing that what you think has been put out there for anyone to view – you’re famous (well, failing that, at least you’re published!)

After speaking to a few people, I’ve discovered it can all be boiled down to one common factor - boredom!

One of my sisters has nothing to do at work, so she regularly updates her blog with all the exciting stuff she does in her personal time. My other sister is still at uni, and has so much time to spare in the three months of holidays she gets every summer, she can update her blog weekly, despite our snailspeed dysfunctional dial up. And my boyfriend has taken time out of his daily solitaire sessions at work to view his bare blog… Me, I’ve just returned to the office after a month long holiday, have nothing to do, and am hiding from the managers that assign me work – perfect for daily blogging!

But the biggest rush of all from blogging is when you discover that someone actually read your thoughts and was kind enough to comment! Yay! Thanks Jase & Syl! :)