Writer's Block

Me = Tanarexia.

If you have read last Friday's Life! section, you would have known that Tanarexia is a new form of body dysmorphic disorder, where the "sufferer" has an excessive tanning behaviour or the obsessive want to tan. I used to suffer from the former. Now, I am experiencing the latter.

I do not know what is the matter with me today, but I cannot write adequately. I am always wandering away into some exclamation or other. Fortunately I have nothing particular to say.

I’m Crazy Over Burberry But Not That Crazy

My Da4 jie3 finally claimed her Black spongy Esprit handphone pouch from me after 2 years because she got herself a K700i. She feels that her chichi K700i needs more protection than my unstylish 7250i. She left a note for me saying that she would e getting me a new one. So I lived without a pouch for a day, constantly fearing that my handphone would be scratched with my clumsy nature.

That night, I got home and found a Burberry-look-alike pouch on my table. People who know me know my affinity to those nova plaid checks. Be it the bold and elegant tanned ones or the all-so-sweet pink ones. However, a fake Burberry handphone pouch? It isn’t half as spongy as the Esprit one, doesn’t cushion the phone half as much but cost just as much.

I found it really amusing that my sister should think that I’m so crazy over Burberry. She probably deemed that I could never afford even the smallest $600++ tote bag and thought that I would be contented to settle for the Burberry-inspired pouch.

None of my friends has seen me with that pouch yet but I’m very sure all of them would chortle at my craziness over Burberry to resort to buying a look-alike. I would have a lot of explaining to do when I see them the next time.

I may sound like I’m appalled or ungrateful but in actual fact, I thought my sis was really cute and I can’t complain when she actually made the effort to get something which she thought I might like instead of just buying any peach, pink or purple pouch off the shelf.

She won’t be reading this. But I hope she knows that I’m thankful to her. It’s just a small gesture and a small little ugly pouch. But it has spurred me to write an entry out of it.

Since we are on the topic of Burberry, I shall adorn my entry with Burberry pictures. Feast for my eyes… coz I would never be able to afford any or to spend ridiculous amount on just a small bag.

Bearbear


Burberry Scarf. Hmm.. goes well with my blog layout.


Some people think Burberry clothing line is tacky.. I think it's elegant. Was not able to save some of the trenchcoat and shawl pictures. Those are really classy.


Sweeto......


Will add more pictures when i have the time.... Gotta rush to meet Evan now... After going solo for the past few weeks, I'm finally meeting a friend!!

Hello Everyone! I’m Boh Liao.

I decided to take a break from reading my textbook, so I switched on the TV and the computer.

I watched Ronald Susilo battle the 1.92m, left-handed German guy. He won!!!!! Singapore has hope!

I managed to catch the whole match which had Susilo battling China’s world Number One Lin Dan on TV mobile yesterday. That was the first time I’ve ever watched a badminton game so intensely. I was really impressed by his performance and decided to follow up his matches to find out if Singapore has any hopes of attaining a medal in this Olympic. Also, although he isn’t exactly a good looker, he is pretty good to look at. Oh well, maybe his side view. Oh well, maybe not at all. I can’t find any photographs of him looking good!

People are really interested in Fiona Xie’s boobs! Everyday, there would be somebody wrongly directed to my blog when he searches for her voluminous boobs. Only to be disappointed by the lack of pictures of her bosom buddies.

I did a search on Fiona Xie. (I suspect I have too much time on my hands!!!)There are just too few pictures of her and her twin assets. Even the photo gallery on Mediacorp is outdated. Let’s trace her transformation from an un-pretty and irritating genie to a much prettier but still as irritating, this time a human.

This was how she looked back then:



Taken in 2001, this picture does answer some of your queries on whether her boobs have bloomed only recently. She seemed well-endowed ever since she started off.



A studio shot with makeover effect. And so, she looks prettier here.



Same studio shot. Notice her eyes back then.



Without the studio makeover effect. Not only is she un-pretty, she has a bad dress sense as well. I reckon she just emerged from some A-go-go party.


This is how she looks like now:



She did her eyelids and her dress sense miraculously improved too. In fact, from the 3 episodes of the 9pm show I’ve caught, I think she dresses really well.



And finally, a really gorgeous picture of her! Nice eyes, nice face, nice makeup, nice gown and nice hair. Her hair is styled so nicely, it looks like the kind of hair I would cut if I should ever cut my hair...



Which looks just like Yuna’s hairstyle. However, I figured that if I ever cut this style, I would have to buy a bottle of gel or wax every month and blow my hair for 2 hours everyday and so decided against it.

Oh, how can I forget Fiona Xie’s most recent photo? This will be a treat for all guys.



Babelicious Fiona had to wear 2 bikini tops to support her overflowing breasts. This was taken from a shoot for a new drama serial.

And after I’ve typed all these, I realized how boh liao I can get. Oh well, at least I’m adorning my blog with pretty pictures. Displaying pictures of pretty girls on your blog is an advantage, it misleads people into thinking the pretty girl in the picture might be the author of the blog.

I think I had better get back to my books or I would never be able to complete my assignments in time.

My Say on Singapore Idols

People who know me well enough know that I’m someone who doesn’t really watch television programs. I would not specially stay at home to catch a show on tv even if I was dying to watch it.

Singapore Idols proved otherwise. I nearly contemplated postponing my tuition just to catch part 2 of the audition round on Tuesday night. It is by far the best reality show I’ve enjoyed after Amazing Race 3. It is the best local comedy ever produced by Mediacorp. It is pure entertainment.

Without Singapore Idols, I would never have discovered Singapore’s pool of extreme talent. The show was a caricature of guts where the contestants were all immensely talented in mortifying themselves.

Few months ago when I saw the ad for the Singapore Idols auditions at Suntec City, I thought to myself that this Singapore version would never emulate the American one in terms of entertainment. I thought that no way are conservative and reserved Singaporeans going to humiliate themselves on national tv. At that time, I certainly did not expect thick-skinned people who can’t sing for nuts to grace the tv. This talented pool of Singaporeans proved me wrong.

The trailers alone were enough for me to look forward to the debut of Singapore Idols. Each time I catch the trailers featuring the motley crew, I would be tickled. Too bad I missed the first 20minutes for each of the 2 episodes. Missing those minutes caused me to miss catching Mr Shangahi who “falsettoed through the Beatles’ Yesterday” as quoted by Lionel Seah, Mr Lemon Tree doing a William Hung, Mr Underpants… uh… stripping to his yellow underpants and Mr Banana Man doing his banana stint. Such characters would possibly remain unearthed deep in the soil if not for Singapore Idols. I was really amazed yet gratified that Singaporeans aren’t the boring lot I’ve always perceived them to be.

I know of many people who have truly enjoyed those two episodes but for those who constantly criticize the show and compare it with the American version, branding the local version flat and all please shut up. *stares at my second sis*

No doubt many Singaporeans were disappointed when Gurmit Singh was revealed as the host. This local funny man (who does not really appeal to me) could never match the charisma and pleasant disposition of Ryan Seacrest. However, he has proven that he too, can be the Big Brother who will lend his reassuring shoulders to cry on.

No doubt many Singaporeans have criticized the judges for being flat and unoriginal. What’s up with you people?

First you go “HUH? Who the heck are these people?” at the mention of names like Florence Lian, Douglas Oliveiro and Ken Lim.

Next, you claim that the Singapore judges are flat and boring, none matching the wit and sarcasm of Simon Cowell.

Finally you chastise them for being unoriginal and being a copy-cat, trying very hard to emulate the American judges by “diligently boning up on their 'How-To-Be-A-Simon-Cowell' manuals what with their suspiciously-rehearsed, smark-alecky barbs”. Dick Lee’s subtle sarcasm was his style in the 1st episode. However, after that his deMEANour emerged, becoming really sarcastic and rude, especially when he screamed at the not-bad-looking- guy to “Just get out!” That is his style! I don’t think he was trying to imitate anyone.

Singaporeans are a hard bunch to please.

So far, I’ve not noticed anyone who really has the star appeal and the idol look that is so sought after in this program. Those who could sing and those who had great voices, did not really possess the disposition of an idol. While those who had the looks, could not sing.

“Instead of looking forward to the nation's next singing sensation, viewers seem more eager to tune in to Singapore Idol to take digs at their fellow Singaporeans and look out for the next joker to fall flat on his face.”

I do agree with the above statement. Currently, those who enjoyed the two episodes were more interested in being entertained by sniggering at the losers. I’m afraid I’m one of them too. I wonder if I will continue to tune in to the show after all the losers have disappeared from the screen and there is nothing left to amuse myself anymore.

Strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly searched out.

I have wanted to blog about the happenings during the night cycling that took place between Friday night to Saturday morning. Met up with good old friends again, 13 of us… cycling through the night… with not a care in the world… save for the aching butt and muscles.

However, I slept too much and this affected my sentimental mood and writing propensity. I went home on Saturday morning and slept all the way till evening. And then I was finally available at home on a Saturday night to catch the Paris Hilton reality show for the first time while waiting for someone to call. The call never came. I felt a bit upset but I was too exhausted to feel upset and so I dragged myself to my bed. The freshly laundered sheets must have had some sleep inducing powers for I slumbered all the way till this morning. I awoke a very depressed person.

I believe that while I was sleeping, I was reminded about certain happenings in my life that weren’t exactly positive. And when I awoke, certain happenings in real life that weren’t exactly positive greeted me. I became even more disheartened.

I do not even know what’s stirring in my heart and my mind, but I am affecting everyone I love with unkind words. And then I felt lousy. I do not even understand myself… and the worst state to be in is to face another woeful individual in the mirror crying relentlessly, without an answer to my problems.

Or was there even a problem?

I don’t know. I really don’t know.

My heart is akin to some cryptic rune. My mind unable to unravel it’s underlying mystery.

Something is missing in my life. And I can’t decipher what it is.