Monday, October 30, 2006

Felicia Chin @ Thomson Plaza

Felicia Chin, best known for her character as "美人鱼" in the local drama series "同心圆" made a special appearance at Thomson Plaza on Sat, 28th Oct 2006. As the ambassador and poster girl of Vitagen, she wowed audiences with her wholesome smile and looked positively radiant in a puffy, red dress.














She made a tour around NTUC FairPrice and attracted many stares along the way. Anyway, there was this one guy who came up to her and requested for her signature. (Today everything is very fast, fast cars, fast food, and now we have...fast pictures!) Apparently, this guy had the photos of her shot at this event developed instantly and went up to her for an autograph, but was politely declined by the girl herself because she was supposedly (I heard) not allowed to sign anything that didn't have the "Vitagen" logo or the advertisement on it. Afterwards, I heard the guy complaining and muttering under his breath, "Wah lao! Sign a while only what!" To which, someone went up to him and politely explained the above, and that it was strictly management's decision.














I've chased so many stars and Felicia Chin is one of the, believe me, nicest nicest local celebrities around. She's so nice, that if it weren't her true nature, she would just be worn out with exasperation by trying. She readily posed for pictures with hordes of fans and signed autographs for the public.

This was what I witnessed: Even after several failed attempts on the part of her manager/bodyguard/NTUC officer who tried whisking her away from the crowd (they love her too much!), she stopped her manager/bodyguard/NTUC officer and this was what she said, "Wait a while. Can you just let me take one last photo with someone?"

Ok, apparently, this fan of hers had requested for a photo but some distractions came up...however, even after all the commotion, Felicia still remembered to take photo with that fan of hers, even when she wasn't obliged to. Really, how many celebs do that?
















This JC student decided to engage in the new-tech way of taking photos - with his handphone's camera function.





















Felicia Chin took an immediate liking to this cute, little toddler and couldn't stop gushing about how kawaii he was. She even took the opportunity to carry the toddler in her arms. Hmm, is her maternal instinct working its way into her conscious?













I followed Felicia Chin all the way to her car. See the two girls standing beside her in the first photo? I have no idea who they are, but they were around throughout the whole event and even got into the car with her. So, I guess that they are her minders? Very young, can, for a celebrity's personal assistant? I also want!!! No pay, also can!

Overheard...

Father: (looking at Felicia Chin while balancing his little kid on his shoulders) Who is she? Is she someone famous?
Son: Yeah.
Father: Did she appear on TV?
Son: Yeah.
Father: So, what show did she act in?
Son: She didn't act in any show.
Father: Oh, really? Then, who is she?
Son: She's the girl who drinks Yakult on TV.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Kind thoughts?

Me: Hey, did you see that brown colour blouse just now?
Friend: No, why?
Me: Nothing, I just wanted to ask your opinion,
whether it looks nice or auntie.
Friend: Oh, don't bother asking me. My taste is very lousy one.
Me: Isn't that better? So, if you like the blouse, then I shan't get it.
Friend: Oh, that's very kind of you to say that.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Love At First Sight Can Take Place Anywhere

When I was the young, naive child of yesteryear, I truly believed in love at first sight.

Call me cynical, but when I grew up, I stopped believing.

Because, like some others, I realized that love at first sight almost always came with a price tag - looks. Show me someone who had "love at first sight" with a fugly person, and I will kick and punch the bloody lying asshole.

Hence, I later came to the perception that love at first sight was simply superficial, because the instant attraction to a total stranger could almost and only come from the other party's appearance or image, since that is the only ingredient that is immediately apparent. Understanding character takes time. Instant gratification for infatuation or love may be the only formula for immediate attraction.

Love at first sight sometimes takes place when a certain feature of a stranger catches the eye of another and memerizes him or her thoroughly. This could be the person's hair, mouth, EYES, legs or figure. Usually, the feeling is not mutual, and one is usually cynical or suspicious of the motives of a stranger hitting on them (Could it be a dare from his friends?).

Well, my friend got hit on by a fellow schoolmate in the school canteen yesterday.

Apparently, he walked right up to her and introduced himself. One could have mistaken him for a guy who had just walked into an interview for his job application. Or a prospective son-in-law who was meeting his fiance's parents for the first time. He was rattling off details about his own personal info, and bugged my friend for reciprocation in the form of her name, telephone number etc.

I was immensely intrigued by the bravado of this total stranger. He looks pretty much like a decent chap to me, and I suspected this wasn't his normal routine of picking up girls.

After the brevity of their conversation, I was curious to find out more. So, I asked him,

"You like her?"

His immediate reply. "Yes."

"So, how long have you been noticing her?"

"A while. I've been noticing her for a while now."

Curiously, 'a while' could have meant two years or two minutes. I finally settled for the former, but my friends later duely informed me it seemed like the latter.

Gasp! Love at First Sight!

Apparently, it was love at first sight for my friend's parents as well. Her father had taken one look at her mum and decided she was the one he wanted to marry. So, he chatted her up, even though she wasn't very interested at that time.

"So, what do you like about her?" I further enquired him.

Without any hesitation (In fact, his reply was quite hasty and he seemed a little nervous but doing a pretty commedable job at concealing his frayed nerves), he replied,

"Her eyes. I like her eyes."

Thanks to this guy, I suddenly developed an interest in my friend's eyes for the first time in over two years. She has very long eyelashes, and when she talks, her eyes tend to crinkle and sparkle and takes on an animation form with a childlike innocence (Of course, I know otherwise).

I warned her to be careful because her eyes have now officially become her weapon or main attraction to guys. Obviously, this friend of mine who has broken a few hearts in her lifetime (She's 19, btw), has no qualms about carrying on this full-time hobby of hers and breaking a few more hearts along the way.

This guy liked her for an eternity, and guess what she told me?

"I just treat him as a very reliable friend".

Do you know what happens when you have liked a person forever, and he or she tells you "I just treat you as my very reliable friend"?

You have two options. 1) You can either carry on living your life with your dignity shred into pieces or; 2) You can consider treating her as your very "reliable friend" which unfortunately, in most cases, do not happen.

It's a good thing my friend choose to tell me, you know.

Of course, after chatting with this affable and loveable chap for approximately less than two minutes [It doesn't take long to form a (biased) opinion of someone], I felt very sorry that I had to be the bearer of bad news. But, since I am such a good friend (everyone knows that, btw), I had to drop the bombshell.

"I'm sorry, but she's attached."

Which was a total lie. However, I must emphasize that a white lie is always far better than the blatant truth.

So, my dear friend, please bear this in mind in case you ever have the urge to tell a guy who has a thing for you straight in the face "I just treat you as my very reliable friend".

If all else fails, you can always pretend that my ear is the guy's, and tell me instead. I'm such a sucker for peace.

So, guess what was his reply?

"It's alright, man! Just be friends, you know. I'm not asking her to marry me tomorrow!"

During less than 10 minutes which made up the entirety of the two-way (sometimes, three-way, me being the kaypoh lightbulb) conversation, he said this at least 3 to 4 times.

"I'm not going to ask you to marry me tomorrow!"

Which is a very curious thing to note, btw, because (AHEM) marriage was on his mind perhaps throughout the conversation.

He finally let my friend off after he got her MSN. Poor guy, I feel kinda sorry for him, you know. He probably has his face glued to the computer screen 24/7 a day, and my friend finds it fit not to go online. (Ok, to be fair, her computer at home is spoilt, but there's always the computer at school you know. And, my friend just loves finding excuses for herself.)

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

From Local to Global - Kelvin Tong & Royston Tan

On 14 October 2004, there was an exclusive filming seminar by two of Singapore's critically-acclaimed directors, Kelvin Tong and Royston Tan.

The seminar basically touched on the topic "From Local to Global" - since both directors, Kelvin Tong (Eating Air) and Royston Tan (4.30) have received accolades at international film festivals such as the Hong Kong and Berlin International Film Festival respectively.






























When the inevitable question of compromising artistic integrity with the commercial success or viability of a film, Tong replied that he felt the both could co-exist mutually, and a film-maker did not necessarily have to sacrifice one for the other. After all, there are many examples in the film industry today that is evidence enough that both factors could be mutually exclusive.

Tong also mentioned during the seminar held at the National Library, that the most unique characteristic of Singapore was "the diversity in our race and religion". The clash of both Eastern and Western culture could be the ultimate source of inspiration local film-makers could seek to built their story ideas upon.

Tong, who expressed that he sought inspiration for his films from everyday life, felt that language was not a barrier when it came to film-making. Even though his well-received film Eating Air was sprinkled with dialects such as Hokkien and Cantonese, the core of his films could still reach out to our Western counterparts.

Tan jokingly added that "4.30 was the best, because it had no dialogue in the entire film, apart from a line or two." Even though 4.30 had close to zero dialogue, similarly, it managed to tug at the heartstrings of the audience. (Interesting point to note: 4.30 is the time where the highest number of people commit suicide, because it is neither day nor night.)

While many may feel that the young film-making industry of Singapore may be a major disadvantage, especially when coming up against our Hollywood counterparts, Tong is quick to note that there is an advantage to that.

"Since our industry is relatively young compared to say, Hollywood, that means there are many areas that we can explore, because not many story ideas has been exhausted. Whereas, if I were say in Hollywood, it would be really hard to come up with something new."

So, what advice do they have for aspiring budding film-makers out there?

He cited Ed Wood, the 'world's worst director' as a learning example. Despite his infamous reputation as the 'legendary director of awful movies', he still perservered on his passion while making films out of a shoestring budget.

"Don't be afraid to make a movie just because you fail the first time."

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Whimsically Chicful - 昨夕的流逝

Sparingly hollow in within
existing in a single vacuum

Time is an indulgence
my meandering imagination
my random thoughts are painful
where pleasure ceases to exist

Funereal is the colour of my mood
melancholy is the rhythm of my pensive soul


Something stirs deep within
a riot of unadulterated dark emotions
swallowing me and;
I seek consolence from a mirthless soul

Laughter fades into oblivion
Blanketing gloomliness all around

I dread the prison I'm forced to return
Like the prisoners of the WWII
Where rules dictate their routine
No freedom! No democracy! No life!

I tip-toe around the swirling unknown with the same tentativeness
of a parent afraid of disturbing his sleeping child
I sink carelessly and thoughtlessly
When I should have been mindful of my boundaries

Forgive me while I put on back my mask
The very mask that when I remove
reveal volumes of naked emotions

Is the beginning the end
Or the end a superior start to a new chapter?

If life is a rat race
Where will you be?

Repetitive does nothing for creativity
freedom is just the state of mind
Cognitive thoughts caged in one's mind
like a snarling animal in within.

Will I ever be freed
from my muse?

Sigh. School is reopening.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The Niece from Hell

She's no god-given gift.

Adorable and cute at first sight, she's the ultimate devil and have no qualms at flexing her prowess for destruction.

She needs more attention that a lonely grandmother, and does not hesitate to converse her emotional needs and dependence for companionship by showing off her range of vocals which mostly consist of high decibels screams, combined with a penchant for making noise out of the most unexpected music instrument: her throat.

When she comes to visit, she expects the purple dinosaur to be showing on the telly at all times. If you were to attempt to switch channels other than Barney, she wouldn't think twice of showing off her talent of reaching that super high note.

You get so agitated that you wish you could kill the purple dinosaur and when he starts singing the familiar irritating tune of "I love you, you love me", you start feeling a whole lot of hatred feelings for the guy who created the purple dinosaur with the spare tyre.

She has a morbid obssession with Kentucky Fried Chicken. So much so that she's a member of the KFC Chicky Club, which promises to "spice up our programmes with a generous sprinkling of fun while still being educational."

I wonder how on earth can anything that has to do with a bunch of bawling kids, who shall turn on their vocal pipes anytime of the day like a time bomb, can the management termed "fun".

You may have heard of The Devil Wears Prada, but I'm damned sure that you are completely oblivious to The Devil Wears Diapers.

Well, it's a movie that plays whenever the 2-year-old niece is around.

Basically, it's a movie worth watching because not only do you get to see a devil prance around the living room in diapers, the devil takes on a special form of a 2-year-old child.

Sounds exciting, already?

Well, then go watch it.

If you've missed it, don't worry, there are re-runs every day.

*Ear plugs not provided.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

6th Global Chinese Music Awards Press Conference

The press conference kick-started off with a slideshow presentation detailing the previous Global Chinese Music Awards (GCMA) held at various countries like China.

Apparently, Singapore has the honour of being host to over 30 singers around the world, the first ever GCMA to conjour a stellar constellation of such major proportions.

The 3th batch of attendees were also unveiled during the press conference held at the newly-opened pub, St James Power Station.

Names included homegrown artistes such as Jocie Guo, Project Superstar alum Chen Weilian; Beijing singer Jin Sha; and Andy Lau.

The purpose of this press conference was to unveil the trophy design for this year's GCMA, and they had the privilege of inviting Stephanie Sun to grace this very special event. Over 100 members of the music industry and businessmen, as well as screaming hysterical fans, bore witness to the unveiling of the trophy.





















Stephanie Sun was the first ever artiste to earn bragging rights for having carried the trophy in her hands. She also revealed that many times, she was unaware of the whereabouts of the trophies she had won, as they are usually placed with the host country first, following which she failed to see them again.





















Adoring fans of Stephanie Sun present her with a box full of mooncakes, then proceed to turn on their smiles for the flashing camera lens.

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Some things I found out about Stephanie Sun's fans:

1) They are mostly female.
Perhaps, Sun's sun-kissed image does not go very well with male fans, who made up a very small portion of her fans who attended the event.

2) They come prepared. Too prepared.
They had their pens, customized notebooks boasting Sun's smiling mug on the covers, digital cameras and a gung-ho attitude with them. Immediately after the event, I saw a group of fans (mostly or all fan club members) gather around a mini-van which they presumed was the same van Sun came in. They hung around the van for about an hour or so, dealing with false alarms where security guards went into action opening doors for deliverymen, until finally...

THE VAN BELONGED TO SOMEONE ELSE!!!!

If you thought they were going to pack up and leave disappointedly, think again. Immediately, their paparazzi instincts came alive and they started accosting Yes933 DJs for the whereabouts of Sun. They got replies like a shake of the head and a "I have no idea, don't ask me."

3) When Stephanie Sun isn't around, they turn their camera lens on unsuspecting familiar faces.
The most immediate victims?
Yes933 DJs.

4) They are teenagers, therefore they have plenty of time to waste.
When it became apparently that the mini-van belonged to someone else other than Sun, they changed venue and continued waiting. What can I say? Most looked like they were below 17, and had a whole lifetime ahead of them. I'm positive senseless time-wasting is all part and parcel of growing up.

Afternote: The last thing I would like to say is that I was the only non-Stephanie Sun fan around. Which was probably why I seemed oddly out of place among the screaming hysterical fans.

God, to the unknowing stranger, I must have seemed like a rabid Stephanie-Sun obsessed fan who spent over an hour waiting for her idol. But, really no, I'm just an on-looker. And a celebrity-obsessed teenager.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Bad parenting – the human gene pool is at risk

If you think that this generation of kids are spoilt, self-centred and self-indulgent, worry. Because the next generation after Y is going to get worse.

If today’s kids under 12 are any indication at all, the human gene pool is in danger of turning into a whole mass of brawny, cry-to-get-your-way kids and ignorant, full-of-themselves adults.

*Korine is one such example. Currently in Primary 5, she has much more money in her wallet than most working adults.

For her, one monopoly set is never enough. If she sees fit, she buys a second one, a third one. Well-meaning strangers offer her words of advice, “Little girl, don’t waste your parents’ hard-earned money, think carefully before you spent, it’s better to save up for a rainy day” falls upon deaf, reluctant ears.

She throws tantrums and gets into bad fits whenever things doesn’t go her way or people refuse to act as instructed.

Once, she rang me up at 9pm, asking me if I wanted to meet up. When I rang her up again at 10.30pm, I fully expected her to be at home.

“I’m having supper with my auntie at Jack’s Place.”

“What?!! Eh..do you know what is the time now? So, after supper, you going home?”

“No..I’m going bowling later.”

“Huh? Your parents never ask you to go home meh?”

“Oh, my mother won’t be coming home tonight because she has work to do. So, I’ll be going home around 3am in the morning.”

What, you ask, is a 10-year-old kid doing out so late at night?

Korine is the perfect example of parents today who simply do not have time to spare for their kids, so they end up pampering them with cash. What they do not understand is that cash cannot make up for parental love, care, concern and time.

Her mother works in the governmental sector and her brother is paid approximately S$7K a month. They are her immediate ATMs, and both see more withdrawals than the average working adult.

It seems she has a vengeance to match her spending power. Once, she said to me:

“I wish all the people in this world will die! Except you.”

Taken aback by the graveness in her words, my immediate reaction was to ask, “Why?”

“Because they are all bad eggs!”

Boy, was she wrong! It was very well, bad parenting! Imagine what kind of environment she must have grew up in, to cause her to say those words so early in life. It was ignorance at its best and negligent at its worst.

Ok, let’s take another example.

*Alice is 2 years old. Her mother doesn’t really care much about her, and she’s usually being dumped at Granny’s house. Which led someone to ask: If she doesn’t even bother about the kid, why does she even bother giving birth in the first place?

It’s true, why for that one moment of pleasure, or for that desire to fulfil your maternal instincts, bring an innocent child on the path to destruction?

Alice is very, very spoilt. She usually cries to get her way, and as time goes by, it’s become her lethal weapon when things don’t go her way.

When she cries, her mother is more likely to blame the culprit, then the child herself for her stubbornness, never mind whose fault it is.

Unfortunately, Korine and Alice are just two examples of a growing problem of kids who are spoilt brats. This behaviour can go way beyond adulthood, thus affecting the quality of integrity that one should hold in life.

I dread to think about the terror that is going to wreck havoc on the future. No, not terrorists, but definitely a force to be reckoned with. Kids!

Imagine this: The world is going to be more globalized and the physical (I stress) distance among human beings is going to get shorter. Maybe, in the future, long-distance relationships may even pose little problem.

So, when technology advances, the diameter of the pile of workload on any average working adult’s desk is going to get higher. And, when it does, the time they reach home is going to get later. And, when that happens, they have less or no time for the kids.

And, if that occurs, they are going to use money to cover that gaping emotional hole. But, this is a very special hole. The more you feel it up, the more empty it becomes, the voider it is, the more meaningless it grows.

Why feed that hole?

That hole can only be filled up with parental love!

Anything else, and it is just a temporary solution to a growing social problem. If the tap leaks, you jolly well get it fixed by calling in a plumber. Scotch tape is never a permanent solution. And, when that tape bursts, the amount of water coming out of the tap is going to flood your house.

Similarly, you choose the easy option by feeding your kid with cash to make up for the lack of time spent with them. Like with all things material, the obsession just grows bigger and bigger. And, when their desire grows, their appetite can never be satisfied.

(By the way, this is also why Singaporeans emerge among the last in the running of the world’s happiest people, because they associate happiness with material satisfaction. The former is long-term, the latter, just the exact opposite. And, feeding the latter is like feeding bananas to the monkeys at the zoo, their appetite and reliance just grows into horrifying proportions.)

Today, it is the iPod.

Tomorrow, it is the Xbox 360.

At the end of it all, the child comes out of the whole material affair empty. Because, in his hasten, he forgot to feed his inner soul, but instead glossed the surface of it. All it creates is a thin lining or veneer, which evaporates with time.

Haiya, an affair with material goods is akin to having an affair with a mistress. At the end of the day, she will leave you. So, it’s better to nurture your relationship with your wife, because in the end, that’s all you have.

In the end, your soul and integrity is what you have to co-habit with.

Ironically, you see grown-ups complaining about the deterioration of the moral fabric of teenagers today. Aren’t the adults to be blame? Most often, the kids do not stray on their own, it’s the adults that set the moral standards and learning example for their kids.

A local columnist once grunted about how whenever he gives up his seat to a parent, more often than not, they are most likely to let their kid’s butt warm the seat instead. “What kind of values are these adults imparting to the young?” he laments.

Most adults are oblivious (intentionally or unintentionally) that their actions speak volumes that go way beyond their language. A mother is probably going to tell her kids not to lie, because lying is bad. And, if you lie Santa Claus is going to know about it, and during Christmas you are not going to get that Ultraman plastic figurine you’ve been salivating over.

And, then, he hears his mother telling the maid, “If you answer the phone, and it’s for me, say I’m not around.”

So, he grows up thinking that if Mummy does it, it must be the correct way.

Other times, such values are injected into a child’s moral system unknowingly.

So, he steals his classmate’s Ultraman plastic figurine and when the teacher asks if it was him, he denies it, emphasizing his innocence with a fierce vehemence.

So, the teacher searches his bag and finds Ultraman squashed in the right-hand pocket of his school bag, and immediately, the child who is at a loss for words, starts to cry for his Mummy.

So, Mummy comes into the office, and asks where the child learnt his bad behaviour from.

In this instance, who is to blame? Parents are surely going to deny full responsibility for the involvement they have in shaping a child’s values. If the kid were to say anything that vaguely hints that the parent was responsible for the child’s bad behaviour, the parent would probably go, “Rubbish!” or “Nonsense!”

No parent wants to be associated with a bad kid, because it says so much about them. Their kid is like a mirror, a reflection of the parent’s fruits of labour at parenting.

And, when their method of parenting is a failure and it shows, some then sink into a state of self-denial (or self-assurance).

They are probably going to point fingers at other external factors (i.e. beyond their control) such as the kid’s school, teachers, classmates, friends or the drinks stall vendor at the school canteen.

But, more often than not, the culprit is the parents.

And, the child?

The victim of bad parenting!

*Names have been changed to protect the privacies of the very innocent.