what is it with strangers on friendster who send you messages like, " =) " ???

so i send back " ? ".

and then weird-person says, "erm...juz a passerby saying hi".

on friendster???
come on lah! what, are you trying to be coy? sheesh.

it sucks when people call out to you and you have no idea who they are. it sucks even more when you know you ought to know their name because you met them recently but you can't for the life of you remember it.

i'm terrible at remembering names.


person whose name i ought to know: hey lance!
me: oh, hi..err.. *eyes dart around in vague panic*...err oh hi there!


this happened 3 times this morning.
blech. so, sorry brooke, dodani and unknown-girl-who-apparently-said-hi-to-me-but-was-not-noticed.



the ndp preview sucked. the general public make primary school kids look like paragons of discipline in comparison.

and if i hear "reach out, for the starssss..." very many more times i think my head will implode.
but no, that isn't the worst song. if you're going to watch the parade on tv or whatever, listen out for "forward! we're marching forward!" which is played - surprise surprise! - when the supporting contingents take the field. it sounds like they took a leaf out of some communist song composer's book. all the communist overtones of eisenstein, none of the style. there is also a particularly terrible song by the kiddie choir but i forgot how it goes. probably my brain is trying to block the horrible memory out. you'll know it when you hear it, i expect.

the hosts of the parade are terrible. whenever they run out of idioctic things to blabber - which is often - they resort to "let me hear you screaaammmm!!!!" and the like. god. what a bunch of retards. that motley crew are the best the organising comm could dig up?

as usual, the parade is not subtle with the jingoism and singapore-we-can-do-it-we're-the-best-goooo-singapore!!! theme.

the performance segment this year features people dressed up in elephant costumes, potato-chip-people, flower people, shiny (happy!) people (sorry, couldn't resist. now if only they'd just play the song to go with it). also starring are giant shiny hands ( if you've played c&c before they look like a hand of nod) and a chinese stamford raffles. there is also a procession of floats, a number of which have no obvious link to singapore - da vinci's renaissance man, a big soccer ball (what, goal 2010? or are they going to dust tan howe liang off and put him up there?) and so on.

the post-parade 'party' - which is actually an excuse to keep the performers on the field while the bulk of the public leaves - is uber lame. you have a couple of idiots on microphones and dancers and a dj on stage pretending they're having fun ("hey, the night is still young! let's party!) while around them the performers are just standing around obviously not having fun and you just know they're thinking "oh god when can we get the hell out of these ridiculous costumes!?!?"




there's a whole shitload more whinging i could do but its 4.10am and i wouldn't be doing the utter shite-ness justice.