No Eyes To See

Nothing special going on these days, no mood to blog. Besides donating money to K-Box regularly and some other miscellaneous stuffs, the only wonderful thing is I still got money to spend. Anyway good news to some of you out there who cant stand my face, no pictures of myself will be uploaded for today's entry cos i still look like a Cancer patient undergoing Chemotherapy.

Anyway I'm fucking poor now, i need a job. I need some kind of commitment/obligations, like 'i need to sleep early and get up early tommorrow, cant afford to be late'. Although every now and then i have the opportunity to harbour that kind of thought, its usually when im late for K-Lunch sessions(u late go in, u lu-gi) but that is totally different, its not even the least intimidating to be late for K-Lunch, you get what i mean? Nvm.

So please hire me if you happen to own a business or if you're a talent scout. I'd like a job which requires me to record and sign autographs only. In other words, you know what i mean huh? Anyway Im really tired of thinking of stupid ways to spend money to kill time. I want money to come in, not out. So pls give me a call at 1800-SUPERSTAR if you got any job offerings, modelling also can la. Ok im crapping but the need-a-job thing is serious.

Sooner or later, im gonna fly to the US to take part in the next season of SURVIVOR.







To earn that 1 Million bucks. I better start training from now on. Firstly, i have to see how long can i remain in the house without bathing before finally being voted kicked out. Then Im gonna start learning how to create a 3-metre-tall fire in my kitchen later.

Let's move on, my main discussion today is about the much anticipating Season 2's Project Superstar which premiered last wed. Im gonna make it a point that from now on, i have to be at home or some place with a television switched to Channel U on every wed and thurs at 8pm. The show was damn hilarious to the extent that i forgot it was supposed to be a talent-quest show and at one point, i even had 6-pack abs.

I laughed the hardest when they showed a 30-something woman claiming that she used to own a karaoke pub and those days whereby every night she would hear her customers screaming at the top of their lungs. Then she proceeded screaming at the top of her lungs with a screechy off-key rendition of Sandy Lam's classic - 爱上一个不回家的人 (Fell in love with someone who doesn't come home). Lucky for her, the camera lights didn't fell onto her head. And lucky for us, we had a earful.

There's one more lady screaming another screechy version of Zhang Hui Mei's 我要快乐 (I want happiness). These women really redefine the term singing, they really sounded like they were in labour at KK Hospital.

Then came this twerp:




he looked like a praying mantis.


He claimed he is a free lance model. He went into the audition room and started singing the Jocie Kwok Bee Bee's 不怕不怕 (Not Scared Not Scared, chinese version of the Numa Numa song). Seriously what is wrong with him, who was he trying to prove to, cockroaches and earthworms? Not only he looks sorry, his voice is awfully sorry and the dance moves - sorriest.

This type of people surely no friends one, cos nobody stopped him from committing such hideous act. Aiya whatever, i very tired. Will blog again very soon, i mean it. Check back soon.