Serendipity

And so she won. YAY!!! "Mariah Kelly" was a term coined by one of the judges during the finals on Thursday night. Though I thought Xinhui sang much better [and somehow deserved to win due to her constant improvement], Kelly won with support from the fans.

Xinhui’s voice is that of a singer’s voice, but somehow or rather I prefer the clean and crystal clear voice of Kelly’s.

Kelly was from SP! At the age of 22, she graduated with a Diploma in Maritime Management [Singapore Maritime Academy] in 2004. And it was in SP when Kelly made her first foray into singing. Her first attempt at singing competitions was in SP where she ended in the second round. But the failure spurred her on and she took part in other singing and song writing competitions organised by other tertiary institutions.

Chanel and Silver are two girls out of the 24 finalists who would be joining Kelly and Kelvin at the Indoor Stadium.

SP is so good at rooting for their students and ex-students. Take Taufik Batisah for example, they made such a big banner for him! And now that Kelly is in the ultimate finals, I wonder how they are going to root for her!

During the last minutes before the female champion was announced, I had the feeling that Kelly might win despite her counterpart performing much better than her. Many people discriminated Xinhui because of her passe dressing sense. But come to think of it, there are always professionals to help her dress up nicely if she becomes an artiste, right?!

Nevertheless, I’m still jubilant that Kelly won. =)

I cried when they announced the results for the guys [yeah, I'm a tap]. Junyang couldn’t make it to the Indoor Stadium. For the guys, he’s always leading in terms of performance and whatnot, yet he prolly lost because he’s not as popular as Kelvin. My mum was SO thrilled that Kelvin won. -.-"

If Kelvin was the one who lost, perhaps he might not be as sad as Junyang. Oh well. Too bad I won’t be able to see Junyang competing against Kelly. =(

For a split second, this reminds me of the Capcom or some other arcade fighting games where you choose two of your favourite characters to battle the other baddies. In the end when you [as in your two characters] emerge the winner, you’ll get to use one character to fight against the other. Haha.

By the way, I’m too lazy to link Channel U’s Superstar website. Go Google for it, thank you. =P

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Work wise, I was pierced THRICE by staples when I went up to retrieve some documents from the compactus. I abhor this task, really. Finding those forms is relatively easy, but when you have to walk out to make copies of the forms, it’s tedious and causes inconvenience to the other users of the photocopying machine.

One pathetic machine for like so many people! -.-"

And now they built this door which I have no access to, and it’s a lot harder to retrieve the forms properly. Sucks man. ~>.<~

THREE bloody times I was pierced. Damn. And I can’t remember where the wounds are!

My job scope has expanded once again. I seriously wonder if anyone’s able to take over from me should I leave. Given time, maybe they can successfully take over, but who would fancy such a meagre pay?! I demand a pay increment!!!

@!(@!#*#@!

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It’s my Dad’s birthday today, Happy Birthday Papa [not that he's gonna read this]! =P I gave my dad a drum bag from Fila which I bought at Wisma on Wednesday. It was quite a steal with 50% discount! Anyway, he was pretty nonchalent about his gift. Maybe he thought I remembered his birthday wrongly. -.-"

So it’s a few days more to every other friend’s birthday. My friends are mostly born in the month of August, September and October. I’m gonna be so broke.

The sis’s 21st birthday’s coming up on 11th September. Maybe I should get her a little something. Hehe. Budget, budget. =P

Sorry for the long absence. Since I can’t access Friendster at work, and I didn’t feel like getting online at home, I didn’t blog for the past few days. =P

What if I blog with Benglish and not English? What would the effect be like?

Guess it should be darn funny. You don’t believe? Click here lor.

Visit benglish.kennysia.com for a dose of humour at your own expense!

Try it with your own blog! =P Kenny devised his own English to Benglish translator [a tool that will transform your daily English words to Ah Beng ones, just like those English to French, English to Spanish, etc tools out there!] when he realised that there wasn’t one invented by anyone.

What a funny guy. -.-"

When I read my blog entries written in Benglish, I genuinely laughed at those originally mundane posts. Hehe.

National Day to me, spells "Holiday" and nothing much. Had a few chances of taking part in NDP [National Day Parade] in my schooling years, but I was so near, yet so far.

In all my years of breathing, I’ve never attended the parade before. It must have been magnificent to those who went before. People who were there for a couple of times, just how much has the celebration changed throughout the years?

I wouldn’t say I’ve done my part for the country, but I AM patriotic alright?! Well, erm… just that I have no concrete proof for my patriotism. Heh.

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Happy Belated Birthday, Anthony. You would have been 24 yesterday if you were still around… Sigh.

It has been nearly one month since your passing, yet the truth still seems so surreal. It has been hard for us to acknowledge the fact that we will never be able to bump into you on the streets.

If there’s life after death, how have you been, my dear friend?

You gave me no chance to surprise you that I remembered your birthday. Sigh.

"A bitter relationship, that should come to the end of the road, is like a cancerous tumour. The surgery itself is scary, and potentially excruciatingly painful.

Don’t be afraid of how the operation might fail. Such risks determine what we make out of life to its full potential."

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I used to dislike visiting blog pages that contain many blog posts of nothing but quizzes, song lyrics, and whatnot. Actually I still feel turned off by blogs with only song lyrics.

But the appended song was my favourite Chinese song since my secondary school years.

Just in case you can’t be bothered to read the Chinese characters, let me do a lame translation!

Deep Sea
Just let me drown, into the bottomless pit of love
To fight against sorrow, I lack energy
I love you, and I never expected you to return even a fraction of it
You shouldn’t have left wholly

My love for you, is as deep as an abyss, yet you leave without any reminiscence
Please teach me how I should believe the existence of our yesterday
Who wouldn’t want to receive as much as they give
But you’d rather chose her to have a future with

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How apt.

It was the one of the first few songs that made me tear when I was younger. To add, the first show on TV which touched me so much that I cried was "Killer Bees". It was a Chinese show where there was a plague which involved killer bees on a killing rampage. A male teacher saved the kids and got himself stung so many times that he died on the way to the hospital. I was around 10 years old then, it hit me so bad that I had trouble breathing after I cried so hard. I couldn’t even drink my Milo properly back then. -.-"

Then the first movie that made me cry was Saving Private Ryan. -.-"

Anyhow, click here to listen to that abovementioned song. It is your favourite song too.

It was such a coincidence. If this happens for the third time, I’m going to buy 4D and toto. Who knows, I might win more due to my beginner’s luck.

At 23, I’ve yet to gamble legally, don’t you think that’s such a disgrace? I’m not saying that I’ve been gambling illegally, but entertaining your cousins with a few games that involve betting ang bao [red packets] money doesn’t really constitute as illegal gambling, right?

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Earlier on, my Dad came back and asked me whether I wanted to go downstairs with him to "chou re nao" [join in the crowd]. I obliged, and I knew he was actually asking me to join him to pray.

What crowd? Since there were the only two of us? Anyway, he started to prepare the necessary items, while I stood and watch.

Though I am a disbeliever of religions, I’m more or less neutral towards the traditions and whatnot. I do it out of respect for my devout Dad, and the ancestors who have since passed on.

Towards the Hungry Ghosts Festival, I’m neither scornful nor disdainful. Just curious.

From young, my Mum has never allowed me to visit the cemetary nor the columbarium. Qing Ming Festival to us, was just any other normal day. Yet after my paternal grandma passed away when I was 15, I do yearn to pay respects to our ancestors.

The superstitious Mum thinks we [my sister and I] might get into trouble if we accidentally do the wrong things at the resting places.

I do believe she still uphold that thinking so far. Of course, parents want the best for their children, and don’t want them to come to harm in whichever ways. I appreciate that concern, just that I feel a tad guilty for not visiting my ancestors’ resting places on special occasions.

Coming back to the topic at hand, today’s the first day of Hungry Ghosts Festival. I’m sure many Chinese have heard of tales of spirits wandering about, so you’re told not to come home late in case something bad happens.

I was warned not to go swimming time and again by the concerned mum. I think I will oblige just to pacify her. =)

Watching Chinese shows on supernatural beings really fascinated me a lot since I was young. My most admired "priest" was Lin Zheng Ying, a name you couldn’t miss out on if you want to watch Chinese ghost shows of quality. His name was synonymous with formidable priests in most Chinese ghost shows. Alongside with the old guy called Wu Ma and whoever.

It’s just like how Stephen Chow is synonymous with lame but sickeningly funny shows, or how Chow Yun Fatt is synonymous with the God of Gamblers.

A pity I’ve lost my archives, else I would be able to point out the blog I wrote about Lin Zheng Ying!

There were sweets and some tea leaves in front of the two candles my Dad lit up. Felt so bad when the wax dropped on him while he tried to light them up! ~>.<~

Sidenote: I’ll always have the tendency to feel for others as they go through a certain physical pain. Like when my Mum cuts my Dad’s toenails and accidentally cuts his flesh, I’ll wince in pain, have my face contorted, and then blame my mum for being so careless. My dad would just utter a soft ouch. -.-"

I’m actually quite scared of fire, hence my paper money kept flying out when I tried to throw them into the burning furnace. -.-"

Wonder anyone knows how to do a little lotus leaf out of those paper money? I think I’m not making much sense here, but just imagine that each paper is slanted at an angle similar to the previous.

Too bad there aren’t any pictures.

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Urgh! I hate being sick! I’ve been asked by a fourth person [ex-colleague from CPF] in a time frame of 3 days to KTV!!!! AND I CANNOT GO?!?!?!?!? Because the throat’s still bad!!!!!!

I don’t want to torment myself by singing, given my condition now. -.-"

Help, I want to recover soon!!

Does anyone know why KTV sessions are being held when I’m sick? They just come altogether at once! Urgh.

Urgh. I freaking hate nightmares. ~>.<~ Woke up with a start this afternoon, and the first few questions I’ve had in my mind was, "Where am I?" and "What time is it?"

In the dream, I was with my Dad in Malaysia. I must have been thinking too much of going to Malaysia [especially Genting], which is the reason for the nightmare! So we were at this weird funfair, where they had ferocious animals performing tricks and such. I was pretty turned off by those sights, and hence I requested to visit the nicer parts of the funfair.

Went around the food and other sections, and then we strolled into the unsheltered walkway. My dad chose to walk outside [near the road] whereas I chose to walk inside, and between us, was a rather big drain which looked terribly intimidating. It was at a junction when I decided to turn out to my Dad’s path, when he suddenly turned in, and suggested that we walk "underground" so that we could avoid crossing the traffic later on.

He walked faster, and was at least 10 metres in front of me. The sky was pretty dark, and as I was "admiring" the eerie surroundings in front of me, I heard my dad speak in Mandarin, "the last hole!" I knew he meant to ask me to follow him into the last tunnel by the right. Then I heard a terrible scream by my Dad, asking me to "pick up the sharp weapon by the drain". I picked it up, ran into the "last hole", and I saw a guy in tribal clothings holding on to my weak Dad.

I charged towards him, and I tried to stab him with the sharp tool I was holding. After a few failed attempts, I finally manage to impale the weapon into his body. Ran forward, and found my dad to be wounded by a similar, piercing weapon. The gruesome scene of blood that kept oozing out freaked me. Then the police arrived, and arrested the tribal guy and a few of his mates. Then I woke up, had my eyes opened for a long while, which I then stared into the blank.

There was no reason I couldn’t notice that it was merely a dream! It just sent a chilly feeling into me. Yucks. What a wonderful dream. -.-"

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I’m resting at home, again. Doctor says it is a cough viral infection, and if I didn’t rest enough, I’ll not be able to recover in 2 months. I was prescribed with some drugs that would cure the "symptoms", but ultimately, I do need my rest. Hence I requested for the doctor to give me an MC for today [Friday!].

I am genuinely sick, but because of the workload and such, I’m just afraid my colleagues would think I am trying to skive [albeit with reasons]. Initially, I wanted to apologise for my frequent absence in the office for the past fortnight. I was away from office for 3 and a half days! It is the first time I’ve been feeling so sick, and the first time I saw 3 doctors in 2 weeks. Sickening. -.-" Not to mention it was a complete waste of money! =/

Anyway, Noel was like saying that I shouldn’t sound so apologetic, since the doctor advised me to rest well, and that the MC was valid enough for me to skip work. I’m entitled to it, so to speak.

Then I quipped, "because they will think I am fake?" And he agreed. I think that’s similar to another situation which happened a while later, just before I slept.

I apologise first to avoid possible misunderstandings, yet the misunderstandings arise later in a different manner, of me not being myself. =/

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Thursday morning at around 2 am, I was struck with a really terrible headache, such that I felt I was going to die. -.-" It wasn’t something I have felt before, for the pain was concentrated in the temple of my forehead, and I’ve had thoughts of it being a tumour or something. -.-"

When I finally got to bed at 3.30 am, what with all the perspiration and throbbing headaches, I felt so miserable. -.-"

Sometimes illnesses really drive one into desperation. I woke up at 6 plus, and forced myself back to sleep until it was 7.30am. The pain was still there, but I still fought to go to work. But it wasn’t to gain sympathy!

Grr. I hate falling sick and feeling sick. -.-"

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I’m pretty satisfied with the Superstar’s results yesterday at 11.30pm. Kelly, Junyang, Derrick got in! =P As usual, my mum voted for Kelvin. She called his number a few times to show her support, which was like such a waste of money.

No, I’m not saying that it is a waste of money to support Kelvin or whoever, but those money could be used for charitable purposes [not for golden taps or toilet bowls, of course] or something more meaningful.

Kelvin’s voice is good, though I don’t really like his nasal singing. But I think in the long run, he’s not really able to change his style very much.

I was so anticipative towards Kelly’s performance, that I had my eyes glued on the TV set when she was singing. Enjoyed her lively performance to bits, and I disagree with one of the judges who said her singing didn’t sound as cheeky as she should, for that song.

Junyang and Kelly should really exchange pointers! Hehehe.

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Caught this sentence while I was watching TV at 9 plus yesterday. Guess who said it? "Clinging onto him will not give me happiness. Yet it is the only fantasy I’ll have."

Sounds so illogical, but so heart-wrenching too.

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Forever - Westlife
I’ll be loving you forever
Deep inside my heart you’ll leave me never
Even if you took my heart and tore it apart
I would love you still, forever

You are the sun
You are my life
And you’re the last thing on my mind before I go to
Sleep at night
You’re always round when I’m in need
When troubles on my mind you put my soul at ease
There is no one in this world, who could love me like
You do
That is the reason that I wanna spend forever with you

I’m your rebound, you’re my rebound, we’re rebouncing!

Life is an amazing thing. How one single event can change a lot of issues in the chain-reactions that follow.

Time, timing, timeliness. What I learnt in feature writing and news writing certain taught me something.

Like I said, most people are sadists and derive pleasure from watching others suffer. Gee. In life, we’ll never learnt enough from the mistakes we make alone, hence the issue about learning from people’s mistakes.

How about learning about someone else by trying to read between the lines?

Where are you, my white teddy bear? Mama says I must open my eyes wide when I befriend people.

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It might be all too late when she betrays you, and you suddenly realise that the one you’ve loved has been here with you all this while.