making an S of oneself

recently, a local english tv channel decided that having a bunch of girls (who have IQs same as their shoe sizes) come together in bikinis should attract enough viewers to generate revenue.

the name of the show? S factor. some people decided to play on the name saying that S stands for Stupid, Smart, Super, Showy, Slutty, et ce and te ra, while avoiding the most obvious of all, Sexy. and then went on to say that there are many real women out there with real sexiness, hiding underneath jackets, blouse, bras and cleavage-enchancing pads. inner beauty. the heroines of society, the policewomen, nurses, and whatever profession you can think of with women in it.

what is the point of the show? and what do the viewers expect from this kinda reality shows? and what of these people who bother to even finish the entire length of edited reality? 42-inch high-definition bimbos-in-bikinis. good way to settle your sunday night jitters.

its just like asking what is the point of having for-male magazines. to promote the very basic meaning of sexiness. to tell all hot blooded males that this girl, with enough digital enhancements, look this good wearing very little.

most of all, to make $$$. for the producers of the show, s = s**tload of money.

for the general viewers of the show, it can be fun to see how deluded some girls can be.

and to those who stayed the entire 30 mins and wrote negatively critical letters after , do something else like watching nail polish dry. stop making an S of yourself.

how I wonder

not twinkle little stars but those TV stars. a recent online news article featured a fairly successful local star Patricia Mok's 'bitterness' for being omitted from the much coveted (by local stars only) star award nomination.

I wonder why. the nomination itself is flawed because in the past years, many buzz had been generated over the nominations because undeserving stars had been nominated and actually won the award.

it has become (imo) just a show to tell viewers and fans, yes we have so and so in our stable of pretty looking brainless muppets who look more real in 2D (mags and newspapers) than animated (TV, youtube and whatever else).

this year's show features nomination mostly from the very very hugely immensely popular little nonya TV series which featured some eye candies, nevermind the fact that it was in a very channel 8 mandarin, the very language the people portrayed couldn't speak.

I myself watched perhaps 15 mins of the last episode of the TV series. that shows how popular the series were. I don't watch local dramas anymore, even if they are going to feature more chio-bus-in-bikinis running along orchard road. for the record, I missed that episode because I had to kill a level 5 elite on world of warcraft. still don't regret that decision.

as for Pat Mok, the news report went on to say that although she was (prolly still is) bitter about it, she's totally hooked on the show and also who she 'supports' in there. I say, forget it and continue to do your best in the local showbiz. its tougher when you don't look like Karen Mok, but good job.

last

my last day at TECH semicon. wifey asked a question on the way back, "would you miss anything at all?". my reply was a hesitant, "no.".

I haven't been in the company long enough to miss anything of significant really. in fact, I haven't even thought about what I would miss or not miss in TECH, which explains the pause before my reply to wifey's question.

I thoroughly enjoyed my fulfulling days of leave and although I was totally tired out from running erands etc, I felt good. I felt useful and my contributions were appreciated. in TECH? you have to be somebody before anyone would care or even know your existance. I guess I'm not someone who is there enough to suck up to old farts (management).

still I want to wish the best for TECH and the industry as a whole. without them, we won't get expensive iPods and iPhones and what have you that requires the '1's and '0's.

my favourite shirt

is a Timberland Tee. not because of the brand or anything but because it fits me. hard to find a good shirt that fits a well rounded guy like me.

so I wore this shirt to celebrate my wife's birthday. and we went to a hotel restaurant in terminal 3. so we were seated at a table for 2 where we were surrounded by tables for 5-12 people. so obviously there would be groups of 5s and 12s coming for dinner.

then about 30-40 mins into our dinner, the groups came. I was just walking towards my seat when some of the people from the groups were looking at me with a "do I know this fat guy" look. I'm totally puzzled. was it because I look good in my tee? or was it coz of the plate of roast pork loin (my absolute fav from this buffet btw) I was carrying?

as I sat down, wifey begin to tell me that she thinks the waitresses might have seated us in a "wrong" place. then a waitress came over to ask me "are you with the Timberland group?".

huh? okay.... so there's a Timberland group and we are seated right in the midst of them? lawl.

true enough, the people seated around us were wearing timberland tops, didn't notice if the pants, shoes or even underpants were.

If not for the fact that I have a body to die for (by that I mean other people would die from laughter after looking at my flab-ulous body), I would rip my shirt off and try to forget about the incident.

not that its a really embarassing situation but what are the odds? going to T3, to an expensive buffet, seated in the middle of a same-tee group, on a tuesday night.

but well, at least I would remember this for a long time to come. no thanks to blogs.

so it's really happening

going into my last week of employment with TECH semicon. coming friday would be my last and I'm going to be officially an employee of a food manufacturing company solely owned by my f-i-l.

so far no rest for me coz it being my darlin's birthday, the end of the month paperwork and some of the need-me-to-do stuffs.

looking forward to work from home and finally do some of the things I really want to do like sincere spiritual quiet time with God.

Thank You God.