a change of heart.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, 

Please visit me at http://portuguesenun.livejournal.com from now on. There's no www in front of it, so bear in mind. Took me a long while to figure that out with a friend's blog.  

Jingle

hear, hear.

A late night chat with a friend revealed that I am a very strange person. For want of a topic for this post I have composed a list of pet habits that might make me sound like an oddball, but cast not the first stone should you secretly identify with any of them.

1. I think it is essential to have AT LEAST 3 big pillows on my bed- I for the head and 1 for each side of me. This would tightly fit my body into a comfortable frame which allows no monsters to lie next to me when I am asleep.
2. I wear a night shade to sleep, not to block out the sun, but to keep myself from accidentally seeing any monsters.
3. If I ever have to bunk in with a roomie in a hotel room , I will most likely take the bed furthest from the door. This is ensure that any monsters that come into the room will attack my roomie first, giving me ample time to save myself by jumping out of the window.
4. My comforter has to be a size larger than my bed so as to allow it to flow over the bed frame nicely. This is to prevent monsters from tickling my bare feet.

On a separate note entirely, the couch potato in me revealed recently that one of my peeves include obsessive TV commercials. I don't know how people actually respond to those nagging Singapore Idol commercials but they sure as hell irritate the hell out of me. Local broadcast TV has a way to make people really mad at their publicity efforts. Take for instance, SI's commercials would appear so often on TV that everytime I hear the Idol jingle or the word Ricola (which is one of SI's sponsors, Mediacorp would have me know) or the song I Wanna Go Home by Michael Buble I would search frantically for the remote to mute the TV or skip the channel for awhile. Another way that the TV people do their publicity stunt which is equally, if not more annoying, is by dominating a quarter of the screen and reeling the idols' faces one by one SLOWLY. For a moment during a programme I was watching, the entire face of John Cusack was disturbingly replaced by Paul Twohill's. Enough already, I say!

I took my music off--

Aside from the one heartbreakingly horrendous display at a certain company of my acute inability to follow very simple instructions during an interview, I have taken the back seat to search for proper jobs. So, I find the time to write the following post, which could really be an insight to a ghastly ignorance so severe I may even make Jessica Simpson seem almost as if she has a brain. Heads up then, you've been warned.

Recently, I have spotted several phrases used around me that seem rather weird and I risk sounding like an absolute blasted piece of airhead showcasing my ignorance but I’m going to mention them anyway. Given that I possess an average level of intelligence, is just about as well-read as a common man, is just as exposed to common terminologies as any functioning adult, I find it slightly unbelievable that no one around me is at least bothered about those phrases. Take for instance, while I was on my way home earlier, I chanced upon this banner just outside a driving range which said “FREE FLOW of balls”. Seriously, free flow? Last I heard, that’s the term used for drinks? Plus, do balls actually flow? Also, at a night out recently, an ad in a club read “One for one promotion. Pay by Cash or Card only”. Ok, either I have missed out on one of the common modes of payment (who pays by personal checks?), or I am too average to know that VIP patrons get to put their orders on credit, or what the management really meant was the good ol’ barter trade, in which case, I think they should at least have the courtesy to tell me just how many goats I needed for a lychee martini. Didn’t strike anyone as odd, though, except this other girl and myself, which precisely proves my point that while I am as average as almost any person out there, everybody seems so absolutely comfortable with those less-than-seen phrases they make me feel like a goddamn moron most of the time.  

For more uninspired, unintelligent posts, watch this space.

This ain't about me.

If I were given a dollar everytime someone reminds me how scary Love can be I'd be...quite rich. At the peak of one's relationship when text messages of "I can't say enough how much I love you" are ferociously sent to each other's cellphones once every 2 minutes I'll bet we barely take into consideration how that very recipient might be capable of hurting us emotionally one day. How is it possible though, when our folks taught us from day one to be wary of people around us? How can love, or so we thought it was, push our guard down so much that we forget that the person we think we love is just another breathing, thinking creature that is just as unreliable as that cheeky chicken rice stall uncle who eyes you from head to toe each time your palate gets the better of your intellect? It's sad but is almost always true, Love, the one thing that lovers complacently feel are armed with the most formidable kind is really the most fragile thing yet. But when the damage is done, and we swear never to be involved with the thing that ruined us Love, along with time, becomes not the thing that betrayed our better instincts, but an abyss that constantly draws us towards it. And so, the whole cycle repeats itself. I can't say for sure I understand all these feelings, not having experienced the bulk of them myself, but whenever I see a close friend being sent on a emotional roller coaster trip, I become angry and scared at just how fragile relationships are. If even those certified personally as relationships that would last a millenium are dashed just as easily, what have the common folks like us have to say about ours in the face of time, more attractive people, problems, or even the invincible 3/5/7 year itch?? Absolutely nothing. I'm not saying that we shouldn't trust that our relationships can face any tests but is hard work really the key to a great and long lasting relationship? Will it really stop a person from telling his/her boy/girlfriend, after the years of togethership, "Look, I've had fun but it's enough for me" or "It's good for you, really, if we've broken up because I simple can't trust myself anymore"?

American Idol

I thought they sucked the life out of AI when Chris Daughtry was booted out of the competition but it only became too disgusting to watch when rolie-polie-drama-queen, never-even-has-been, way-past-his-prime Southern boy Hicks won the damn competition while pretty-faced powerhouse Kat Mcphee didn't. I don't know how huge it really is in Singapore but AI is definitely bigass in this household. I found myself up early at 8 in the morning catching the live telecast while I'm in bed with my eyes literally half closed because catching the encore telecast in the night would only mean hearing the results from the rest of the world beforehand. That, and also I needed to know if I lost my bet with a friend who's a Hicks' fan. Well, I did but it's worth every square inch of that scoop of Haagan Daz because up till now, I strongly believe that Mcphee emerged the sole winner of the competition.

I mean, come on, let's take a reality check.

Mcphee	Hicks
Hot	Not hot
Young	Definitely, not young.
Pretty	Not pretty or handsome.
Is potentially a good dancer	Is undoubtedly a twitcher, not a dancer
Has nice wavy brown hair	Has moppy white hair
Sings a relatively wide genre of music	Soul Patrol. Soul patrol. Soul patrol.

Everytime AI tries a different dish for its winner he/she becomes a flop, at least internationally. Think Ruben Studdard and Fantasia, then think Carrie Underwoods and Kelly Clarkson. It's not hard to understand that to make it big in this reality you have got to be pretty, young, slim-able and not twitchy. Mcphee may be a copy of Underwoods and Clarkson but at least she is aesthetically very pleasing. This is, of course, in comparison to Hicks's less appetizing image and weekly rendition of on-stage whoring with Paula Abdul. He may have won but I think his success in the future is pretty much nailed to the support of middle-aged soul-lovers. Mcphee for president!