A fat disgusting humongous lizard dropped from the ceiling to just half an inch away from my second toe(cos that's my longest toe) as I was tending to some business sitting on my toilet bowl. What did I do? I prayed. I prayed really hard.

Anywayyy, the holidays isn't really much like the holidays. I'm still working pretty hard, trying to earn and save a substantial amount of money. At least enough for a shopping spree and an SLR or digital camera. But still, a share of fun is never forsaken.

I've actually been thinking about quite a bit, mainly about people and issues surrounding me. Singapore Idol, this old man in a wheelchair who's always lingering at the void decks way past midnight, my dog, my maid, Steve Irwin, the ignorance of teens. Ok, lets give the teen issue a go.

I feel that the teen population in Singapore's extremely sheltered, or ignorant even. I recall striking up a conversation with a friend about the recent Lebanese war, and her response was smth along the lines of, "I know there's a war, I just didn't knw who what where." NOTE: Friend, if this seems very familiar and u might have had this conversation with me, please, take no offence, I just want to state an example.

And I thought I was already very unacquainted with smth this politically important, cos it seemed that most ppl around me(in school) were very well aware and informed. I'm actually quite ashamed to call myself a Mass Communication student. I hardly read the papers and I really don't make a conscious effort to catch the news on TV, also, I don't bother checking up on the blogs of some-what famous individuals like MrBrown... And well, yes, a whole bunch of other stuff.

But at the expense of sounding like a life size oxyMORON, I still feel that there's an unhealthy number of teens who're too indulged in their own lives and matters that only concern them and their well-being.

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Now how about we tap down on Singapore Idol?

What in the hollymolly universe are they looking for in a Singapore Idol?! Doesn't Singapore Idol have an objective of picking people who can actually sing to go on the show, and compete for the title of being Singapore's idol? Then why do we have ppl like that Matilda girl being voted out, and ppl like Paul Twohill or GoWHATSHISNAMEmez allowed to feed our ears with shards of sound?!

This competition is not about finding Singapore's idol, or a talent search for the better singer. It's more like, "Be a freak, make a statement or mayb throw ur hair in ur face a little more, and u've got the image of Singapore's next Idol!!"

Leaving such a competition in the hands of the public and a couple of screaming fanatics in our midst is not the best idea. Becos those who're not fanatics don't really give a shit while all the fanatics think belching is the new singing, and spends every penny of their lunch money on voting for their supposed idol.

My thoughts and criticism of this gone-astray-talent-show do not end here, but my eyes're growing tired and I still wanna blog about 2 other things. But if u're still reading at this point, I applaud u.

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As we get a little more personal.

If u've been to my place before, u'd knw that my little pooch has his very own coach he used to share with his mate, Ashlee, before she was adopted by another family, and this little sofa is the very first thing u see when u step into my house. Now, ever since my maid, then Ashlee left, Nika has rooted his tiny body to that sofa and called it his home-HOME. And he lies there all day, usually facing the door, like waiting for someone to come back home. Whether my maid or Ashlee, I think he wouldn't mind either.

Becos for the past year (almost), he has been sleeping alone, and has become alot less zestful, and every morning, my Dad and I'll leave the house, and my mum'll leave for work at noon-ish. So from that time till someone comes back, which is usually approximately 8-ish, he's alone in a 2 storey 5 room with noone as his companion. Except for the occasion call to the house which'll bring him into an uproar of howls.

But, as of late, he's been coming upstairs more esp at night. I don't knw whether it's a good sign, but he hasn't climbed all the way up in and impossibly long time, all 2 flights of stairs at one shot, considering the fact that he used to do it all the time when things were normal (when my maid and Ash were around). He's still as low as he can get on the zest part though. *sigh. I wonder sometimes, what goes thru his little mind when he's left at home alone. I wish I could bring him to the ends of the earth with me.

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And a little bit of stardust.

STEVE IRWIN! The ever so enthusiastic crocodile hunter who's passion and love for wild life can be seen from the way he handles those animals on his shows, to his never-changing cute safari attire. I always enjoyed his documentaries and the dare-devil stunts he pulls off. But I wld rather have him died the way he did, than being eaten by a croccy.

Kudos to Steve Irwin! A minute of silence for the man, shall we?

Ok, my vision's beginning to go blurry. Time for 40 winks!

P/S: All that is written here, esp the Singapore Idol one, are just my honest opinions. Viewers may agree or disagree. Please take no offence if in any case, u feel offended. Good night!