Riding Along The Champion Wave

A few days ago, I said I wanna blog about TV. In the midst of my hectic life, the only show I catch every night is Ren4 Wo3 Ao2 You2, The Champion. I wanted so much to bitch about that show.

The casts


Few days later, so much has happened that I don’t exactly know what to write about.

Joel has already bitched about The Champion on his blog. Xiaxue too.

What Joel said + What Xiaxue said = 70% of what Jolene would say. Damn, they stole all my thoughts!

8 Days has written many articles on that show. The Straits Times too.

In almost every recent issue of 8 Days, we would see articles on The Champion. And it’s really amazing how BBB (Big Boobs Babe, Boing Boing Boobs whatever) and that famous running along Orchard Road in 2 bikinis photo have been gracing the pages of every local magazine and newspaper.

Fiona ‘BOING BOING Xie appears to be everywhere!!!

I finally decided to flip through the newspapers today, who should I see on the cover of Life! but BBB.

When I said I wanted to blog about TV, I have in mind to say “A TSUNAMI of sun-bronzed hunks and bikini-clad babes has taken over the airwaves at Channel 8 lately, thanks to the popular primetime drama series, The Champion.”

Sun-bronzed hunks


Bikini-clad babes


All of them



But when I decided to leave it for another day to write, media reporter Hong Xinyi stole my words and now I have to write the above sentence in quotation marks.

It’s true! I have planned to start off my entry with a sentence somewhat like that.

The show is over hyped. And the media is making use of BBB to garner ratings for the show. The ratings have since been boing boing consistently since its debut.

Talking about BBB, Joel has an innovative way of typing her name on his blog. It’s amazing how he takes great care in NOT typing her name out lest her fans get misdirected to his blog. PH10!\!4 x13 (fee-oh-na xie). He learnt his lesson from yours truly. Did you come out with that yourself or is it something that everyone should know. Sorry, I’m a suaku.

Right, back to what I wanna say.

Despite being a Y-generation and oh-so-cool show with a combination of mouth-watering local and foreign casts, Mediacorp never fails to offer a smorgasbord of familiar social themes. And in exploring such themes, the plot becomes unrealistic and unbelievable at times.

Theme #1: Every woman must fall in love, get married to a man, settle down, produce babies and increase Singapore’s birth rate.

We have tanned, and sporty yet refined beauty Yixuan thirsting for freedom and determined not to be tied down by marriage and kids.

Yixuan, whom my er jie thinks is a hua1 ping2 in the show


For a moment there, I thought that was pretty refreshing and so unlike the usual Mediacorp-produced shows.

Until Yilin gave her elder sister a long lecture on the role of women. That speech was so long that it would be better to summarize Yilin’s point: EVERY woman HAS to get married and have kids.

Her speech was so long and boring that I fell asleep for a few seconds and I swore I heard the SG Garmen talking. I opened my eyes only to see gorgeous Yilin rattling on.




This is one societal expectation that seem to resonate among Singapore Garmen.

Since all profound theories and explanation did not sink in with our people, the SG Garmen decided to exercise underhand means and let Mediacorp do the job. The hot bod good-looker casts are just a cover up for their propaganda.

Subtlety does the trick. Unfortunately, I thought that was obvious.

Theme #2: Familial ties are extremely important
Like all Mediacorp productions in the 7pm and 9pm belt, the plot is heavily laden with traditional familial values. We have so many filial children in the show, Jingwen, Jinglong, Jingfang, Kaiwei, Kaixin, Jiajun etc and their sacrificing parents.. eh.. I don’t know their names. I find Jeanette Aw’s character the most unbelievable. She is too good to be true and I can’t stand her goody goody character in that show. Give me vicious Yilin anytime.

“All parents love their children. Even as they beat you, their heart is actually bleeding inside.” Loosely translated from Jeanette Aw’s halting Mandarin. I thought that was heart wrenching, heart wrenchingly pathetic.

Theme #3: Teenage delinquency
Well the whole part about those youths hanging out at void decks and basketball courts drinking, smoking and peddling drugs is so farcical. Don’t these scripwriters know that youths don’t do such things at void decks? They do it at pubs.

My, I just realised I used the word “farcical”. I hated that word back in secondary school.

Theme #4: Single parenthood is a No-no in SG
Father and son, Zhengkang and Xiao Jie enjoy each other company. When mother returns from America (It’s always America!) unexpectedly, Mother and son also enjoy each other company. Solution? Put the family back together again. The third party gets the hunk in the end.

With that, let’s explore the next theme.

Theme #5: Third party please scram for there would be a hunk out there waiting for you.
Yes Jingwen. You goody goody two shoes should not break up Zhengkang’s family. Leave the not so handsome guy and snag that hunky Kaiwei.








I don’t wanna explore silly themes anymore. I wanna talk about how dumb some of the characters in the show are. Such dumbness only happen in reel life but as what my dad always says “Zuo4 xi4 ma. If not no show to watch liao.”

Dumbo #1: Jiajun
Jiajun doesn’t stand up for himself and his girlfriend, allowing the misunderstanding to deepen when all could have been solved easily. And I felt like punching his face when he kept begging for Kaixin to listen to his explanation. “Ni ting wo jie shi. Ni ting wo jie shi.” He said it like 65498309 times. No wonder Kaixin refuses to listen, for similar to nagging, if you hear a phrase too many times, you automaically switch off. He should have replaced that phrase with all his explanation instead. Maybe that would make Kaixin see the light. And he had the cheek to give that exasperated look. I mean in real life, no bf would be as stupid as to keep begging for his gf to listen to his explanation without explaining.

Dumbo #2: Kaixin
Kaixin is another dumb one. All she does is to say sorry to people. And I hate it that she doesn’t talk things out with her bf and best friend. After 4 years in a relationship and many years of friendship, I realised the best way to solve a conflict would be to thrash things out. Misunderstandings get cleared up much faster this way. Kaixin is also dumb as she cannot see how every sticky situation is so coincidental and every misunderstanding so contrived. I mean if I were her, I would have found out long ago that my best friend is the bitch all along and I would slap her like 10 000 times.

The dumbo couple


Dumbo #3: Jingwen
When her brother was beaten up so badly by their dad due to some misunderstanding which she obviously knew the truth, all she can say is “Ba4, bu shi4 wan2 quan2 jinglong de cuo4.” And like Jiajun, she said it like 65498309 times. In real life, upon seeing your brother being beaten up like a pulp unfairly, any sane person would immediately clarify the misunderstanding rather than to say “It’s not entirely his fault. It’s not entirely his fault.” And not explain why it isn’t his fault. I felt like punching her face.

And then my dad would appear and say “Zuo4 xi4 ma.”

Dumbo #4: All the lackeys in the Seagull team
Following their leader like a bunch of dogs. Need I say more?

There are many parts in the show that made me cringe.

The exchange of insults between the Seagull team and the Flying Fish team. Really childish and unrealistic. The insults were ludicrous. Don’t they have wittier retorts??? And real sports people do not exhibit such childishness.

Seagull Team


Flying Fish Team


The courtship sequence between Jiajun and Kaixin. Please refer to Joel’s entry.

The viciousness of best friends. With friends like this who needs enemies? I wanna slap Yilin each time she appears on screen yet I cannot help but admire her beauty. She is not exactly pretty but I like her eyes. And she is one good actress to make me hate her to the bone.

I cringe each time I see the pretty girls’ rebonded hair wave delicately on screen. Soft, silky and smooth.The only problem is all of them just had a swim but their hair is unwet. And the clothes supposedly worn on the same day don’t match too. Don’t do they some coordination while shooting?

And of course, I still cringe whenever I hear BBB speaks. She has created her own blend of Mandarin accent. I thought she was more inclined towards English. But did you see that contact lens ad? Her English accent is just the same. Maybe I shouldn’t criticize people’s speech too much as I’m also guilty of speaking Mandarin with a horrible accent. I ought to be shot.

"So what if i speak funnily? My b**bs bigger than yours ok?" 


"Can see or not? Confirm bigger than yours right?" 


"Still cannot see huh? How about this? You still dare say I speak funnily? I smash your face into my chest ah!" 


Sorry BBB! Wo bu gan le... I speak lousy Mandarin too and my chest isn't as big as yours. Karma karma!

All these criticism aside, I faithfully watch the show every night. It is irritatingly irresistible.

Before its debut, I was looking forward to it as I love sports show. Do all of you remember this SBC swimming show aired when we were in primary school? And also the volleyball show with young Chen Liping and Chen Xiuhuan? Sports themed dramas are really engaging.

I was also looking forward to salivate at the bikini babes. Who cares about the hunks in trunks? Give me a babe anytime. The only hunk there would be 715. And I love how he has shed his goody boy next door image for this role.

Goody Two Shoes to... ...


Beach Hunk


And then when it started its runs, I was still giving tuition every night so I got my dad to tape for me. It has since become a must see for the whole family. My disgruntled da jie who watches CSI on AXN grumbled at first for she could not watch her show. Then she started follwing up with The Champion too.

I love watching it for the girls’ dressing. I love to look at how they mix and match their clothes. Their clothes are really gorgeous. BBB and Xiaoqiao have really great dress sense but the former mostly look good in everything coz of her BB.

And on the topic of BB, I simply adore BB. I’m a b**bs kind of person. I go gaga over BB ladies.

And because of all these factors, my personal rating for the show has gone from a 0 star to 4 stars. Call me a bimbo.

And for the more bimbotic ones... Oops.. I meant for the fanatics of the show, check out The Champion home page.

Heart VS Brain

This picture is quite outdated and I forgot where I got it from but it was silly enough for me save it back then.

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Updated
Teoks asked me why I "paste Bush on my blog". Erm, coz i wanted to delete this picture from my PC so decided to "save" it on my blog. If that makes any sense at all.

Dead, I am not. Sick, I am.

Great! I’ve finally fallen sick. Everyone is happy. I am happy coz having no classes today, I can finally take MC, stay home and rest. The rest are happy, as they’ve hit the nail in the head by predicting my future accurately. They are also happy coz they seem to take delight in telling me off and utter their all time favourite “See I told you” phrase.

It’s one of those illnesses we all love to hate: the sore throat, bad cough and dreadful cold kind of illness which require few days of recovery.

I have been suffering from a bad throat since Monday. I always end up with quite little voice left after teaching so many classes on Saturdays and Sundays but the sore throat set in only few days ago.

I’m to blame. With the “yi3 du2 gong1 du2” mentality, I continued eating sambal Kangkong, fish crackers, chocolates, jackfruit, Kacang Puteh, Pa Pa Dam (that Indian cracker) etc. From past experiences, no matter how much honey, liang cha etc I drink, my bad throat persisted. Therefore instead of finding ways to soothe it, I might as well continue eating as per normal.

Then my sore throat made my voice raspy and a mild cough settled in merrily. This morning, it blossomed into serious cough and cold. At the same time, I was robbed of my voice. I took time off in the morning to sleep more. However being highly responsible and absolutely dedicated to my job, I woke up to finish my materials of rabbit finger puppets so that I could get back to work in the afternoon to present my creation. But then I got so weak that I could not even drag myself out of the house to see a doc, much less to go to work.

My aunt cancelled the tuition at night as she was shocked to hear how bad I sounded. Thus, I have the whole night to watch TV. It feels real good to not do anything but watch TV! Oh yes, I said I wanna blog about TV. I’ll do so the next time.

If you have a beautiful face, you don't need to have fake boobs to get anyone's attention

professed Paris Hilton.

Dear Paris, you could afford to make the above claim for you indeed have a beautiful face. You are without doubt slutty (WARNING: Please do not click here if you are under 18 or if you cannot tolerate titillating or offensive images)…

but undeniably beautiful.



And all so sweet at times.



Other than having a beautiful face, you have great hair.
Be it long...


or short.



You have a beautifully tanned body and a sunny disposition.


You look like a chio Ang Mo lian spewing refined vulgarities on your cell phone.



You look absolutely chic and elegant even when you are all dirty and muddy.


You are beautifully tall and look simply stunning in short skirts.



You are so beautiful it blots out your fashion disasters.


Most importantly, you can afford to make that above claim as you already have an ample bosom yourself.



In fact, your cleavage is so wonderful, nobody would believe you haven’t gotten yourself a boob job. Your busts are so well rounded and defined, they look well supported even without a bra. Your busts certainly won’t look like this if you haven’t done anything to them.



Why am I so positive that your boobs are not real? Few years back, you look as flat as a runway and all of a sudden, your anorexic frame sports an ample in front.

I am very sure you have undergone some kind of surgical implants, as real boobs made of fatty tissues will never look as perky when lain down.



So when I read that quote in today’s Life! section, or rather yesterday’s, I was quite puzzled as I thought that you have had a boob job.

Yes, I agree you not only have a beautiful face, but beautiful hair, beautiful body, beautiful tan, beautiful aura, beautiful poise. But if you lie about you not having fake boobs, that isn’t beautiful anymore. Lies, liars and lying aren’t beautiful at all.

I however, would not be surprised if the above sentence was uttered by Sammi Cheng. She has a beautiful face, crystal clear SKII complexion, gorgeous eyelashes, and at times great hair. She is someone who exudes not only grace and beauty, but a cool Ah Lian seh as well. And she is practically boobless. Beautiful face and flat boobs aside, Sammi would never utter such a phrase for she isn’t an ounce as bitchy as you.

They said my new nickname is "Workaholic" and "Dead" if this continues.

That is my MSN nickname for the past few days.

Now, for some updates of my life in a nutshell… …

Actually, the title states very clearly, the updates of my life in a nutshell.

But of course, I would expand on that point whether or not you are interested. And yes, I’m addressing you friends.

You happen to stumble upon my blog accidentally? All right, you are not my friend and you should be directed here.

And back to my point…
THEY said, or rather, are still saying that my new nickname is “Workaholic”.

FACT: I work from Mondays to Sundays. For the past two weeks, I have been giving tuition every night from Monday to Sunday.

So this is my daily routine…

After work on Wednesday, I would rush off for tuition.

After work on Thursday, I would rush off for tuition.

After work on Friday, I would rush off for tuition.

After work on Saturday, I would rush off for tuition.

After work on Sunday, I would rush off for tuition.

As for the past Monday and Tuesday weekends, I had 3 tuition sessions each day.

After waking up on Monday, I would head off for my 1st tuition session in the morning. Then, I proceed to the 2nd one in the afternoon. And finally, to the 3rd and last one in the night. After which, I would crawl to my bed.

The same goes for Tuesday. Ok let me just cut, paste and edit.

After waking up on Tuesday, I would head off for my 1st tuition session in the morning. Then, I proceed to the 2nd one in the afternoon. And finally, to the 3rd and last one in the night. And once again, I would crawl to my bed and wake up to a brand new day of work.

By now, you should be reading this entry in an automated monotone manner. That is MY LIFE currently.

Jolene is such a no-life freak and wishes to do away with the “work” out of “workaholic” and convert to an “alcoholic” just like what she was 4 months ago. Alas, she is one who has a compulsive and unrelenting need to work, one who is extremely dedicated to her job and her tuition kids, one who is absolutely responsible, one who loves to think highly of herself, one who finds it hard to turn down requests to teach more days, one who is temporarily boyfriendless and friendless and could afford all her time in the world to teach, one who enjoys teaching whenever tuitees show improvement in their work, one who enjoys helping people, one who thinks highly of herself, one who thinks highly of herself and one who thinks highly of herself.

Wait, was my sentence above complete?

[Echoes] Sentence? What sentence? That is like a freaking paragraph!

That is what happens when you have not typed for a few days. That is what happens when you have not blogged anything constructive for more than 2 weeks. You just type and type and type with no care for stringing proper grammatical sentences together. You type long sentences that goes on and on without making a point. You also type disjointed sentences. You type nonsense, expecting people to read them. Your usage of punctuation is atrocious, you ought to get a copy of “Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation”. I do not even know if I’m using the open and close inverted commas appropriately.

My English is atrocious.

I digress. As always.

I was talking about my boring life. Please do not be mistaken. I’m not always this boring and busy with work, work and more work. It happens that all my tuitees are having their final year exams on the same few dates that I have no other choice but to give tuition every night to different kids.

And yes, there was a further digression. I was talking about my two endearing nicknames.

“Workaholic” is apt.

“Dead” is better. This has double meaning. I practically have no life that I’m better off dead said some of my friends. I would just collapse and die of exhaustion in time to come said others.

Oh wait, did I mention previously that I was friendless? Ok I lied. I was merely trying to emphasize my wretched state when I mentioned that.

Slumping down on the sofa in front of the TV is truly heavenly when you have not done so for weeks. That does not include slumping on bus 74 seats in front of the TV mobile. Yes, just laying there and nua-ing away is such a simple pleasure; you would never know it is so pleasurable if you have not been working your head off.

I’ve not been watching TV since Flinestone Age, same goes for reading the newspaper. I do not know what’s happening around me. As far as I hate being a frog-in-the-well in the past, I do not give a damn now. At the end of the day, I’m just too weary to even flip the LIFE! Section. I however did notice that The Straits Times had a makeover. An ugly one. All the more repelling me from the newspapers.

I don’t wanna talk about newspapers, I wanna talk about TV.

I shall save it for the next entry if I have the time and energy to blog any day soon.

My song cannot be heard anymore, indicating that 30 days have since passed. Well, good for all our ears. Now we all do not have to listen to that irritating tune anymore. I heard on radio just now that She Will Be Loved has been clinging on very tightly to its position. I didn’t catch which position. Day1 it was top on the charts. By Day 30 it will no longer be on the charts, thanks to Jolene who refuses to remove the song from her blog.