Saturday, April 3
10:00 pm

this one's for all the ugly girls!

in defiance, once again, of all things good and wise, i was watching miss singapore universe; amazingly enough, this year something actually managed to distract me from focusing my considerable capacity for castigation on dense and dogfaced contestants.

kudos to a certain emcee (let's just call her "bitchelle bhoring") for proving to the world (as much as the audience of miss singapore universe may be considered "the world") that you can have a face like a frying pan, a voice like an illiterate gargling marbles, no capacity for witty repertoire whatsoever, and still get a job hosting a major event on primetime tv.

well, i'm sure it's a huge challenge, repeating the last word in gurmit's every sentence and laughing at your own "jokes", given that you have no discernible talent to begin with. just that you make it look so easy! oh, but you know what's not easy? making gurmit look like the intelligent one. so congratulations, bitchelle, for accomplishing so much in the space of two hours.

seriously, though. what does it say when every other presenter on the show speaks more intelligently and/or amusingly than both hosts (re: the 30 seconds of banter between that nora chick and andrea de cruz; all of the people that submitted questions for the q&a portion, including the seriously uncute primary 1 kid)?

in other news, you'll see i've taken the features section down. the tribe has spoken. and what with the cessation of boring classes, the need for pacman has lessened somewhat. besides, i've finally found a nifty script that randomly generates the crap i wrote for the "about" section to fill the gaping hole that pacman left. that a/s/l shit is just so passé, i tell you what you really need to know about me. so go ahead, click on that refresh button - i've included 13 snazzy facts so far. collect them all! trade them with your friends! start a drinking game! just remember to wash your hands after!

and the lesson for today, kiddos, is: never play chicken on a tiny two-man sailboat. sure, it's all fun and games till someone loses a torso. canvas-wise, the wind's been just peachy, though i have to ask - singing christopher cross's sailing while actually sailing is so incredibly lame that it's gone right round and emerged as cool, right?

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