I’m going for F1

I’m going for F1 today!

Not that I really care about F1. I probably won’t recognize any of them even if they run me over. I’m going because Big Bang will be performing tonight.


Yay for Big Bang. Do I sound very unenthused about this? I adore Daesung but I’ve been sick for the past couple of days and I am saving up my energy for later.


Isn’t my daesungie cute?

Imagine, once upon a time, I shiver at the thought of squeezing with a horde of screaming lunatics (read: fangirls). Yet this year, I’ve attended three concerts already, all of them thumping rock concerts with screaming fans. There were so many awesome moments that it would have made 2013 a fantastically good year if not for my grandfather’s passing.


The white pick is MINE. J actually squatted down and placed it nicely into my waiting hand, to the shrieking jealousy of all the other girls around. How is that not fantastic? 🙂

I hope Big Bang later will be amazing. Never thought I’ll willingly subject myself to a few thousand fanatic fangirls but the future (present now) is indeed a place full of surprises.

I suppose I have my grandfather to thank. Yes, I think of him often enough that I can even relate fangirling to him. His passing left me with a lot of bitter regrets. Those regrets were nothing big, just little things like how I should have spent more time with him or visit that place with him, but it is also why they left such a bitter taste on my tongue. They were all little things that I could have easily done and should have done. What I’m doing now is what I should have done; living life with no regrets, trying out new things, venturing out of my comfort zone.

Maybe he’ll be proud of me…




For those who don’t read Chinese, the headlines say: Prostitute hit on man, man said too ugly, prostitutes hit man.

Yep, make no mistake, that’s the headlines on one of our top tier media here in the sunny and smoking island of Singapore.

The world we live in

I’m on a bus, traveling home, and it isn’t really something worth mentioning. It really isn’t, until I caught sight of the backpage headlines off the newspaper the old man sitting in front of me is reading, and I found that I really want to blog about this.

For a major paper, it is considered a top tier media just so you know, the news that the paper reports is somewhat of a lower standard than those official tabloids. I won’t name the paper in case I get sued (you never know!) but it’s one of the two Chinese evening papers. That is narrowed down enough, right?


So anyway, the headline screams ‘FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS ANNUAL SALARY TO QC PORN!’ I kid you not. Although, I have to admit, the tag line claiming that four thousand people applied had me gaping in disbelief. Come on, getting paid to watch porn and ONLY four thousand people applied?

My, my, aren’t we a horribly repressed society?

I bet that the number will have a few more zeros if it’s anywhere else but Singapore the land of the kiasu, rude and hum ji.