The Fucking Thing About Organization and Management

I have this subject that I have to take called Organization & Management in school.
Basically, we have to learn about being in an Organization and learn how to follow and perform Managment in a group.
Seems simple right?
Read the book
Crap shit at the exam
Crap even more shit at the assignments
Crap at the homework even
Hahahaha
If you think Management is that easy...
You are so goddamn fucking wrong.

You see, in every subject... there is always a little snag that will derail your overall performance in the subject.
In econs, I always screw up at midterms
In accounting, I always screw up a question, by question, i mean whole goddamn fucking question that's worth a serious fraction of your overall grade
In marketing, it is always about the fucking assignments
In math, it is my supremely faltering mental arithmetic skills, graphs that look like a five year old drew it and my obvious carelessness.
In O&M, however, its the project team showcase
A major presentation that you do as a class ie organization in the end where you present it to the class
Yay... teamwork...

My experiences in teams have not always been ones that are positive, the only positive ones are where me, Siaw Wee and Belinda are in a group together and that our numbers trump others or something like that.
Basically, us three have chemistry when it comes to working together as a group. Basically, me, working in a group of others includes the others fucking up and me having to do the work for them... ish... okay that was one bad experience... maybe I was being overdramatic and jumping to conclusions again like my dad... scratch that.

Now, in management, you have 22 other strangers that you would have to work and tolerate with in helping you (and them but mostly yourself, seriously, who fuck cares about the stranger's grades) to achieve success.
Seems simple... no?

Yeah right, especially when you have frogs living under wells as teammates and a bunch of silent animals you add into the fray too.

We have basically three groups, the international students consisting of people of Muslim, Hindu or African origins, the juniors and the seniors (me). Juniors and internationals are basically together, we seniors and more specifically me are the outcasts of the group.

So we started thinking about ideas for the showcase when the juniors decide to invent a trash chute. An electronic, trash chute that stores trash on every floor... congratulations. They have made a perfectly simple and normal idea into a keeping yout trash on the side of every floor of the apartment and then releasing the whole shit as once, think pooping but with less friction.

Anyway, I thought their idea was an absolutely stupid one. So I expressed my concerns like a bitch that I am.

So I wanted something different and something new, so I thought since those people are stupid enough to think that they invented the trash chute, why not introduce my solar color changing clothes as a new product instead. So, I told them the idea and add a bunch of other brilliantly copied ideas that I found from the net(what, I was lazy okay, so what if I stole the idea from a bunch of high school children.) Thinking that at least choose all of these ideas instead of the stupid trash chute.

Anyway, in the end, they still stuck with the trash chute... congratulations again. Then, there was this one guy who stood up to me and called me selfish because I want to go everything my way, now being naturally defensive, I tried to cut him off everyway I can and explain, but he cut me off and I took it like a black man forcing his 20 inch dick down my throat till I gagged and sputter where instead of stopping, he pulled it out and stuffed it in again. And no, unless you are some gay size queen, it was downright uncomfortable.

I have never experienced anything like that, how could someone have the gall to call me selfish when the only reason that I am doing this is because I don't want to get low marks for this showcase and am pretty concerned that the idea was conceived by some idiot who is obviously not a reasonably average thinking person. He was concerned about the same thing too. He apologized later but the damage is done... so what to do?

I might be a bit wrong on my part thinking the juniors are made of plain idiots and the internationals are also made of plain idiotsand add a sense of unreliability (except one person that is). Though giving the loud ah beng and ah lians who are blabbing Asian shit and watching CSI in front of my usual backseat  interrupting me and my friends trying to pay attention, listening to lectures. They happen to be juniors and there are a large group of them, I have the right to be seriously concerned, after all, hello? My grades?

It turns out that I was a bit wrong in the sense that I moved on too fast and also forgot about the more important details about the project which is how we function as a team.

So in the end, I caved in. Not the cave in as in I wait for you to fail and then I become the charming prince saving all of you from getting a can of whoop ass but you guys will be my slaves and under my dictatorship form of caving in but the caving as in I let them take the helm and I follow. She is a good leader, a silent bitch but a good leader and she has everyone, including my, support.

I actually learned something from this. Unexpected but learn. I learned that everything does not need to be on me, it does need for me to be counted on and do everything. What I should do, is lay back and relax. Take a better concern about my own health and sanity. So, I have decided to leave it to them, I will do what I am told and do the best that I can to assist. Taking so many things at the frontlines is not good for me, so I let them take the helm. I am relishing control and will try and stop being a control freak, after all, all work and no play, makes Brendan a bitchy boy.

It changes colour once its exposed to the sun's rays.

Awesome eh? I will try to get a better version soon.

Man Up

The fact that I am blogging less and less lately is absolutely not a good sign at all, I have been very very busy these days with headhunting runners and debating and what not. Adding in the my financial information systems homework that never seem to end, having 5 dogs to raise and having TV shows to catch, its a huge wonder where I just cannot find some time for myself.

Well, my hunt of runners is over now and its time for a short breather before I am heading off doing more head hunting, especially the ever elusive female co-host, you have to know that like 98% of the students in Swinburne Sarawak lack English skills, zero charisma and have serious fears in socializing with others outside of their social circle or one or two of the aforementioned three.

Also, I found out that they are also afraid of something so scary, so evil, so monumentally astoundingly shocking and dangerous that literally almost everyone in the lecture hall ran out in pure fear and adrenaline when the lecturer announced it.

What is it that was so terrifyingly scary?

Musical chairs.

I am not kidding, when the lecturer announced that they are playing muscial chairs and by musical chairs, I mean tossing a piece of stupid paper around and just writing stuff on a piece of paper and you ran to the hills like scalded dogs with a case of rabies on crack?

Oh, by the way the fastest ones are guys. Did I mention that most of the guys in Swinburne are pussies? Oh yes, they are big pure pussies or small, infertile, insignificant 2 inch dicks. All of them are the same, they act big, they talk big, they walk big, but when it comes to actually DO something... you can hear crickets or an omnious crowl of a lonely dark crow in the distance.

You see, my runners are basically my warriors, they will all be doing the heavy lifting during the debate competition and as runners as the word says, you will be doing a lot of running. I have 5 guys who volunteered, the rest all chickened out, or become recluse hermits like Guiliano. Speaking of Guiliano, Guiliano lets go shopping! Since you watch movies with old friends, then we go shopping, you cannot do everything with old friends you know, you must move forward! TOWARDS THE FUTURE, WHERE I AM STANDING.

Anyways, back to men being pussies. When I mean men, I do not include the prominent male members of the debate club, my beloved runners and future helpers of the debate club competition. I do however include those of you who have shit coloured hair, like girls who act stupid because you are too stupid yourself that is why you wanna act smart but actually are more stupid than smart because you are acting smart and not actually smart which means you are fake clever and not clever in the first place, therefore your fucked up theories of that was thought up by you are not smart but are actually misjudgments and fallacies of your pathetic brain whose size is as large as your two inch penis. Got it?

Whatever happened to the good old fashioned values of the men of the olden days... if there are good old fashioned valued men of the olden days, you know, a sense of duty and responsibility and not MOOCHING OF YOUR FRIEND WHEN YOU NEED HIM THE MOST AND THEN DUMPING HIM WHEN HE NEEDS YOU THE MOST.

Seriously, the guys of Swinburne (if you can call yourselves guys, I prefer pussyboys, or fuck objects) need to wake up and smell the fag in the air. Don't you know that this uni is a popular haven for homosexual prowlers?

A new semester...

With my horrifyingly poor and dropping CGPA in my last exam, I am definitely living the Survivor's Heroes vs Villains motto

Return, Revenge and Redemption

Yeah, I want good grades and I want them bad but its pretty hard to concentrate in class these days. Especially in the afternoons or if I have a three hour class. I found myself that, by the third hour, I am pretty much dozing off. I dunno why but I don't like spending my time in Swinburne, it just drains and saps all the energy out of me...

However, I have to say, Swinburne is getting more civilized... in management. The days of literally rumbling down the stairs like... you guessed it... a survivor challenge are long gone. Now it is all online based. All you need to do is simple, get your friends together and fill all the 25 slots available in the tutorial and you are pretty much done. Rather than the 2 scenarios below.

Scenario A
Basically, what they do is that they announce the Tutorial number and if they are kind, the day and time. After that, it is basically a mad rush down the stairs, hoping you get one of the available tutorial slots that you like

Scenario B
Some gay ass bitch think he is Tyra and starts selecting people at random to go for the tutorial... so not working and unfair.

As for my classes this year which are Business Information Systems, Financial Information Systems, Organization and Management and Introduction to Business Law... well they are okay I guess.

Management is pretty much like group therapy and learning how to team together. Overall, its pretty liberating to be left alone but at the same time, we may stray a lot.

As for Law, well, it is my major, haha but I only attended one class and tutorials are this Thursday

Financial information systems is known to have the highest failing rate in the School of Commerce. A lot of work to do and a lot of reading too. The damn book wieghs a ton, heavy as hell... honestly.

As for Business Information Systems, I think I am in the deep shit category because I don't know what am I supposed to do with it!!! I know the computer part but the theories are pretty confusing, a little deer in headlights moment for me.

Plus with me as Secretary of the Debate Club (goodness gracious with the paperwork) and being a part of the Student Council and with me still in consideration to pick up a third club. (drama, some kind of sport, CPA), I am in one hell of a year this year. Hence the lesser and lesser blog post. Come on, I am already until my 416th post, gimme a break.

The List

1. Edina Chong (12.20am) (Swinburne)
2. Daniel Ling (12.36 am) (Swinburne)
3. Cyril Lee (12.37 am) (Sungai Maong)
4. Wong JJ (12.52 am) (NS)
5. Mun Yin (12.59 am) (Sungai Maong)
6. Athena Chai (1.55 am) (Sungai Maong)
7. Elton Jong (8.03 am) (Sungai Maong)
8. Melissa Hui (8.17 am) (Sungai Maong)
9. Adeline Chai (9.12 am) (Chung Hua)
10. Guiliano Chang (9.16 am) (Swinburne)
11. Siaw Wee (9.18 am) (Swinburne)
12. Jia Jin (9.22 am) (Swinburne)
13. Jeremy Lim (10.10 am) (Sungai Maong)
14. Stephanie Seem (10.40 am) (Swinburne)
15. Luna Chin (11.08 am) (Swinburne)
16. Vun Tze Hui (11.55 am) (Chung Hua)
17. Kelvin Chong (12.06 pm) (Swinburne)
18. Vincent Chung (12.23 pm) (Sungai Maong)
19. Adrien Ting (12.33 pm) (Swinburne)
20. Olivia Sim (12.35 pm) (Swinburne)

Try and make the list next year, and congrats to those who made it, especially Edina! HAHAHAHA. Aight that all

One Down, Fifty Three To Go.

The 26th February of 2010 was just beginning in the wee hours of the morning. Most of us are sound asleep in our respective beds, our minds leaving our bodies and are transported into an alternate reality where we live and experience what it plays for us that night. As for others, like the stubborn youth of Kuching who embrace the nightlife even though this is a quiet suburban town, it was a time to either keep the night alive or call it a night. For Jason Kiu, who decided to call it a night and return home, probably like any normal weekend nightout where he would drive home, left his keys on the table, change and go to bed . The problem is, that night was not normal as he never made it home. Instead, his car rammed through a fence, hit a tree and then it tumbled upside down, with Jason in it. This is when, Jason's story has reached it's finale.

I, however was oblivious towards everything. First of all, I wasn't close to Jason. We were primary schoolmates and we attend the same economics and quantitative analysis class together in Swinburne. Even then, I wouldn't try and talk to him. Basically because I cannot find any common ground with him. So it was like that, the only time we talk was when he told me, Bianca doing my homework for me was a brilliant idea.
It was brilliant... till my mid terms flopped, that is.

When Jenny Chew (if you refer to my previous post from way back at 2006, you would know who she is, one half of the now defunct Jeneric) posted the news on her status update, I was sceptical at first, with things like this, you need to be awfully sure about it but then again a normal logical person would not post and R.I.P wish on her status update, just for kicks right? It was midday by then.

Just to be sure, I checked with Guiliano, Kiat Seng and Evon, who confirmed to me that Jason Kiu was the first person of the 2002 class of Six White of SJK Chung Hua No.4... to pass away. Still in denial, as my own grandmother passed away 17 days ago and the fact that I am turning 20 19.5 in a week, I called my cousin, Derrick for another confirmation who was also sceptical too. However in an hour, he replied and told me that it was true. Obviously, the news sent me into a confused and frantic state, fortunately, there was no vomitting like the night my dad told me, my grandmother passed away and I was one of the last people to see her conscious.

Obviously with a guy who was stuck with me in the same class for six years, he played a significant part in my early life and the fact that I know that there will be people in our class that will not be able to, do not bother to or too emotional to attend the funeral, I have decided to propose the idea to my friends to send flowers to his family. Evon was on board with the idea and together we quickly worked out the stuff like gathering people to pitch in for the wreath as it's pretty darn expensive to personally send one and the time and location of the funeral. Sending flowers is the least someone can do to show that he or she cares, it's not about face, it's to show that you care, in the end the flowers won't last long anyway and are meant to last a day, if not a few hours.

Basically, everything was pretty much said and done with only the flowers and writing to go till I hit towards a bit of a snag, my parents said that since my grandmother isn't dead long enough, I, should have no hand in this issue whatsoever. As you can see, they are pretty much too late for that but in the end, family is more important, so I sent some advice to Evon and she basically backed me up and covered for me with everything from there. Thanks, by the way. In the end, his lineage of classmates from primary school till college were represented by the flowers.

I started everything is not because you know, I am fake since I started this whole thing but I barely even know the guy. It's because, well having a dead grandmother makes you feel super emotional. When my grandmother died, I was hoping to receive messages of condolences, words of encouragement, flowers and visits from friends, not to show off to my family, but to have that comfort zone of knowing that you have friends who have your back. Guess what? No condolonces, no word of encouragement and yeah pretty much nothing, I have to tell them that they died and all I got were a few short ones. When things like these happen, you don't think straight, so you felt alone and thinking that your friends are well, a bunch of aimless, zero initiative, boring, passive little shitheads, this especially happens when you happen to be an imaginative drama queen. So I didn't want this to happen to Jason, with his family thinking that aside from a few close friends and family, his classmates doesn't give a damn, that's why I came up with the flower idea.

Later that night, my old NS mate, Ben found out the news made online. So I read it and yeah, it hit past a fence, hit a tree and tumbled upside down, very Desperate Housewives worthy, that is until you found out that it is actually reality. The next day, went to my grandma's place (well, it's now my uncle's place, formerly my grandma's) and read the Chinese newspapers as they are like the tabloid version of local news. It's just like it was written right out of a scene in Desperate Housewives.

Statistically, it's common for men aged between 16-25 to die. This is because our testosterone levels are high and we are usually thrill seekers, looking out for fun and living the life of cigarettes, alcohols, drugs, speed and sex. Normally, it is expected for someone like Jason Kiu to die in a vehicular accident because it is so common in Asian countries where our traffic laws are a lot more loose compared to our more developed counterparts, but when I found out that Jason Kiu actually died in a car accident, I was as shocked as everyone else. It's because it's normal for someone like him to die but you would not expect it to actually be him.

Parents will definitely use his death as an example to all boys, they will put assumptions like he was probably drunk, speeding, high, not wearing a seat belt at the time, etc etc etc. We do not know what actually happened that night, but we all know that we have lost a friend, a classmate, a comrad, a teammate and to those closest to him, a son and a brother and generally, just a guy whose life was tragically cut short. For those of you who were in his final chapter and especially those in the final pages, I hope that you do not let him die in vain, let his death be an example to you people and be a lot more careful next time. After all, your life is the most precious thing in this world to you. There is no wrong in having a little fun once in a while but please do not allow your misjudgments and fallacies be the cause of your death. Remember the Chinese saying: The Road is like the Tiger's Mouth.

If you die, you are not the one having problems, since you are dead, but you will be everyone else's. People will have to prepare for your funeral, find a site as your burial ground, hold a service, entertain guests, send flowers and transport for you and if you are a praticing Buddhist, its even worse. There's chanting that will mysteriously make you weep like crying little girls, you are basically stuck at the deceased house for the next few days, you also have to keep a wheel flame of paper burning continuously and you have to assure that you have a continuous chain of joss sticks burning. What if it rains on the day of your burial, somemore? What if you are Hakka and forced to be vegan for a week? Then, there is the grieving period and the five stages of grief. Then of course what if it's your friend's birthday next week or even tomorrow or your mom's, your girlfriend, your... you get the point. See? Death is so inconvenient, so at least what you should do is to keep yourself safe.

Once you are dead, you are dead, game over. There is no reset, there is no restart, there is no infinite lives like the Metal Slug games. Once you are dead, there is nothing else to say but... may he rest in peace.

Creative Slump

These days, I am on a creative slump
I have no ideas
My creativity of writing is on an all time low
I honestly have no idea what to write right now
After clicking the 'create a new post' icon, I am just staring at the screen after that
I did type and all
but it was either time constraints or uncertainty that made me back out
I have honestly not been fulfilling my blogging duties as of late and I am seriously sorry to all my brendzfans for this.
I am basically in limbo.

I can blame the death of my grandmother
I can blame the fact that I am not studying in a university overseas
I can blame the fact that I live in a home that serves no purpose of creative inspiration what so ever
I can blame a school with loads of brainless, aimless, retarded, badly dressed students with brains the size of peanuts, egos the size of a black dildo, the open-minded-ness of a fresh living clam, as easily angered as wearing red and walking in front of a bull, as cheap as misers can be and fashion sense that screams and begs to be verbally thrashed by Joan Rivers, Micheal Kors and Khloe Kardashian.
But honestly, that is the reason that I am not blogging these days, lack of inspiration.

You can obviously still see my witty charm and sharp tongue on this.
But I have no drive
It's as if, the sadness and disappointments that I have faced in life have literally sapped every drop of inspiration in my vast and oceanic mind.
Apparently, it is evident that Chester and Jake are probably facing the same problems as I do, since they don't blog as much as they used to.

I am in limbo
and I hope to get out of this
as fast as possible
Till then, Brendzfans
Hold on and don't give up on me.
I love you guys.

Be Sexy,
Brendan Goh

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Brendzblog On Indefinite Hiatus

My Grandma has passed away
Alexander McQueen killed himself
Life is a bitch
I am not celebrating Chinese New Year this year
I cannot view my favorite TV shows online anymore
So I need to settle all this shit first before I blog more,
won't be long...
I hope...

What the fuck is it about getting coupled up again?

Out with friends, few sips of lager (them not me, I do not want to look like a bloated clownfish the next morning), we started talking about relationships. You know, guys, girls and the occasional gay in the mix.
Suddenly, one of them said, Brendan, why don't you get a girlfriend? We all have one and why don't you get one yourself?

Me, being a single person almost all 19 years of my life, do sometimes feel lonely at times and do indeed need to have some companionship. Sometimes I want to experience the love that most of my friends. classmates, and whatever sluts around the university or my old high school are having. You know, holding hands, sneaking kisses, giving each other incessantly annoying pet names that suddenly become extremely adorable when you are in love because your hormones are taking over your body. Suddenly, you feel that the world seems like a much better place, you suddenly see daisies and fields of flowers and the person you love in pure white prancing among the fields of eternal greenery. Instead of the actual fact that there is heavy pollution in this world, the field you are dancing was probably caused by a concoction of pheromones and sex hormones plus maybe a bit of ecstacy and bloody people think throwing molotov cocktails into a church is considered something cool. Plus, lets not forget Haiti.

So instead of giving the lame excuses like my mom would kill me, I wanna concentrate on my studies, my great aunts will give me creepy, expectant, baby-making looks towards me, my great aunts will embarass me and started gushing all over and... so on so forth with most of the blame on my family members. I decided to tell the truth... I am happy as I am.

It's true and the small fact that I am obviously not ready to take shit from someone again.

Relationships are not some fantasy walk in the park, where you date, you fuck and you go and live a fairytale happily ever after. Relationships are not some stupid Disney movie aimed at little girls. Relationships or relationshits are well, full of shit. You have to date and see the compatibility, you have to show you care, guys, you have to treat the girls and pay, you have to pick her up, you have to do this and do that to make her happy and bla bla bla bla bla bla bla which ends with, you have to put up with her shit, especially when it is 'that' time of the month.

If you are talking me, getting a boyfriend, well, guys are sexual beings, this means that most gay relationships are either based on money or sex. It is very rare for you to find the bond that gay celebs share like Elton and David, Ellen and Portia or Mark from Westlife and whoever he is dating or the late Stephen Gately and  his partner, because face it, most gay people are a bunch of horndogs, its very hard to find love. Plus a guy my age is in no where near towards the fact of settling down and live the life of a Desperate Housewife or in this case, Househusband.

So here I am, 19, still single and going strong. I am not looking but when fate decides to hook me up, then so be it. Go with the flow, that's what I say.

I am worse than a girl when it comes to shopping.

It's true, it's very very true
After 2 days of going shopping, I have not even bought one single thing
Not even one
I have my shirts done, all I need is some pants and shoes for the coming Lunar Valentines
However, my collection of shirts for the New Year is a different story
You see
I have a black Topman long sleeved tee and a black and grey H&M shirt from London that was brutally kidnapped from me and chained to my mother's closet for 11 months.
YEAH, 11 MONTHS
If it is this time last year, I would be preparing my trip to London.
Then a pink top from Topman, bought at KL
A purple shirt from Topman, bought at Singapore
and a special tee from the Gold Coast that is about to make an upcoming post on Brendzblog

My pants, well... zilch, nada, zero nothing
Shoes, none either.

I am thinking of something Esprit that cost 300 bucks.
But 300 bucks for a pair of jeans, in my parent's terms is like buying those over priced peanuts you get in your hotel room.
Or in the Swinburne student's parking issue, it's like charging 10 Australian Dollars for an hour's worth of parking space.
So it is really obvious that I better not buy it
My parents will probably send me to the slaughter house.

So instead in order for making my dad happy, I decided to go to places where poor people go to buy their clothes.
I am talking jeans under 80 bucks.
I did found some nice ones, they really did fit me nicely, IN FRONT
At the back, my booty is as protuding and enlarged like J'Lo's ass.
Why do I have such a large ass?

You know this issue would be literally solved if I just went to Spring and splurge all over Esprit, Quicksilver and those jeans at Parkson that costs 150 bucks.
But NO!
I have to be a nice little family boy, helping parents save money
Find CHEAP PANTS.
Come to think of it, I would probably save my parents loads of petrol with all that driving.

I have to find THE pants, nice pants, pants that fit me nicely.
Which as usual is as confusingly scary as my wallet hunt back at the Gold Coast
I went back to the same stores numerous times before making an effing decision.
Oh well, what to do
I want to be perfect.
Well as prefect as a dud as I am can be
Man, I really need to start working out
But it's so hard to not have people around
It sucks, no support, no guidance
Just you and your weak, futile, pathetic discipline.
What am I supposed to do?
When I get upset, I eat and after that I get lazy.
Fuck my life, screw my life, I am screwed.

You know this wouldn't happen if I don't have a budget
I could just spree all I want
Buy this and buy that without a care in the world
Having loads of fun.
I know I am a shopaholic, I admit it
and I embrace it.
What?
Shopping is fun and rewarding and you would definitely get something back and feel the satisfaction.
Plus and besides,
It's better than those stupid people buying 4D everyday.
Those people should have spent their money on helping the people of Haiti then just buying stupid numbers and hope for a windfall that 99% of the time, will never happen.

Spinoff? Definitely Maybe :)

If you have been following my blog, you would have realized that I have not posted any form of a movie review in a LONG time. Well, this is mainly because, when it comes to movies, I am really outdated.

Now, I love writing movie reviews but the fact is that they are usually outdated and I find that not many people really give a damn about them since well they are old. I also find that my Spotlight segment is also comment draught. However, music is something that I do update frequently but my spotlight segment is also not catching a lot of comments

All in all, I am thinking of doing what Chester did. Create a spinoff blog. A blog that is mainly about the things that I love, music, movies and clothes and maybe food but I don't spend a lot on food. Tech stuff, but maybe I will leave the food on the facebook page, lol. I really don't like posting food over here, I might suddenly go into a craving and binge away.

So now, it's time to make me think what Brendzblog is all about. And after a long thought, hence the low post count, I decided that Brendzblog is going to be just me, my feelings and yes, creating drama in my life. Well, maybe cut the drama, I don't need another Hilary vs Lindsay or Christina vs Britney war erupting over here again.

But the question is... would my spinoff be successful?

Spotlight On: Katherine McPhee

There is this chick
She lost to a hick
Back in 06
Life's a bitch

After Idol, she got a contract
After one album, RCA retract
Now she is back to attract
Unbroken, her album to track

Now she sings "Had It All"
Let's hope she will stand tall
Spotlight shined by Brendan Goh
McPhee, take it all



Katharine McPhee :: HAD IT ALL (official music video)

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Neglect

I am neglecting this blog
This is bad
Very very bad,
for the past few weeks, I have only put up four posts in this damn blog
My lowest in a month is zero but it's NS and not my fault
Next to it is 5, but that was February and it's Chinese New Year break back then and I have like a week to put them up
Now, it is 5 posts this month (including this one) and it is done voluntarily.
Well, I really am busy with the past week in Kuching League and now I have a report to finish
Amazing, isn't it?
Well, at least we finished on time and everything went smoothly like I planned.
Well, almost, some bastard showed up late but we finished on time, thank god
Or else, I am pretty sure I am gonna be stuck there till six
Debate events are always so dragging and finish later than usual.

My results are as good as crap because I get no money.
I should have gotten a freaking job.
BUT NO!
I just HAVE to slack off and wait for my money to come.
Yeah, happy now Brendan Goh?
You got no money and your CGPA is literally collapsing like the World Trade Center in 2001
Yeah well, I can kiss my 300 bucks goodbye because there is no way that I am going to buy my Esprit jeans for Chinese New Year now even though I have the money to do so
But what to do?
Aunt told me I should save.
Apparently, my animal sign aka the horse, is not good at saving AT ALL.
Which translates to my spending habbit

I guess it's not too late to find one, I can find one of those seasonal promotion job things.
Dunno if there are still any around or not
And earn some small wad of cash, that I am most likely will be spending
Sigh, after that I am thinking of getting a part time job during weekends
But I am thinking of getting involved in the council
Well, truth is, the only reason I am thinking of joining is me not bearing to see cheap bastards with extremely poor taste levels organizing another cheap lousy prom (PROM IN COLLEGE), with a stupid failing theme that never makes sense because they want to COPY what other TV shows with a HIGHER BUDGET can do.

Tyra always says, you can copy but your copy must be better than the original

Plus, BRIDAL WEAR?????? BRIDAL GOWN AS A PROM DRESS???? ESPECIALLY FROM SOME CHEAP ASIAN BOUTIQUE?
OMG!
Seriously, honey, your nylon ruffly gown is just amazing and that shine just brightens up the room like a neon Las Vegas sign.

Plus with the world's crappiest 16th birthday title resting on my shoulder, God forbid, that there should be an award for this, I need redemption. Sigh, but I am even too lazy to pick up a pen and write out my resume. I am literally at crossroads again. Not to mention, considering to switch my major, again.

Swinburne staff are so going to be happy to see my face again.

So what am I going to do? Join the council, prove myself that I am more than just talk and remain poor for the rest of the year? Or, suck it up and be all talk but at least I am earning about 300 a month.

I hate Kuching, people here like everything cheap. Bunch of cheap bastards. The reason why you get paid less is that you don't pay more you know?

Lazy to blog...

So sue me.

Here is a little something something from a place called Brisbane

One Hit Wonders of the Future?

Billboard.com released a list of top 40 one hit wonders of the noughties (2000-2009), some of those notable names include:

1. Daniel Powter - The guy who sings "Bad Day"? Remember him? Yeah, American Idol hyped it all up as one of their goodbye songs and it helped Daniel hit number one, after that, the poor Canadian was never heard from again. His next single, "Free Loop" did not so well, but you can listen to his latest one, way back in 2008, it's called 'Next Plane Home' which yeah, sucked on the charts, seems like Daniel's bad day has turned into a bad one hit wonder career.
2. S Club 7 - "Never Had A dream Come True" is by far the most popular song by my favorite childhood band. Bradley McIntosh, Tina Barrett, Paul Cattermole, Jon Lee, Hannah Spearitt, Jo O Meara and Rachel Stevens hit number 10 in the US but was never heard from again. Notable Songs such as "Reach", "Bring it All Back", "You" and "Don't Stop Movin" all are successful everywhere EXCEPT the US.
3. Mims - The annoying guy who keeps telling everyone that he is hot is hot no more, his second single only reached number 77, poor guy
4. James Blunt - James Blunt (with Oprah at his backside) hit number one when he sings "You're Beautiful" but unfortunately, his career is not so beautiful anymore
5. Gnarls Barkley - They sang "Crazy", the song drove me crazy and everytime I heard that nasty falsetto, it made me pukey, thank god it's bb for them.
6. Bo Bice - The idol runner up behind Carrie Underwood, hit number 5 with "Inside Your Heaven" and after that, he disappeared.
7. J-Kwon - J-Kwon asked everyone to get tipsy and we did and he hit number two, after that we got a serious hangover and forgot all about him and his career probably died of extensive alcohol abuse by now.
8. Cassie - Cassie hit the chart's with "Me & U"  but her song "Long Way To Go" only peaked at 97 and has since disappeared, it's probably gonna be a long way to go for her to get back on track again.
9. Lou Bega - Remember that song "Mambo No.5", it was so cool and so fun and since then Lou Bega is nothing anymore.
10. Hinder - "Lips of an Angel" kissed us and we were stoked by it, but after that, Hinder is hindered towards the sidelines.
11. Fort Minor and Holly Brook - "Where'd You Go" was Holly Brook and Fort Minor's success and then Fort Minor went to the lower end of the charts and since then, Mike Shinoda went back to Linkin Park
12. Vanessa Carlton - "A Thousand Miles" was a great song and Vanessa went and disappeared, but "Nolita Fairytale" a single from her obviously failed album Heroes and Theives still proves that she still has it, it's just that the charts don't like her that's all
13. Nick Lachey - "What's Left of me" is the song that he sang to Jessica after the newlyweds called it quits. It touched us all and we feel for him that his song reached number 6 on the charts, after that, he was not really successful, maybe he should marry a girl, spend three years on a reality show, adding a funny, confusing scene about chicken and tuna and then divorce the girl again so that he can spawn another hit.

Other notable one hit wonders : Aly and Aj, Hoobastank, T.A.T.U, M2M, Stacie Orrico, Yellowcard, Click Five

*Note: This is the list of one hit wonders in the US only, this means that the songs by the artist only appear in the top 40 of the Billboard Hot 100 once.

So it got me thinking, there will be other one hit wonders in the spawn already, but who will they be? Well, some might not come true but who cares? It's always great to do a little prediction.

Sara Barielles
She gave us a love song and "Love Song" charted in the top 10 of the billboard hot 100, but her next single "Bottle It Up" was way less successful, could this mean that Sara's career is bottled up and the given the title of a one hit wonder?

Metro Station
Metro Station annyoed me with "Shake It" and hell yeah they annoyed me, seriously who can listen to the words "Shake, shake, shake it" 267 times? Apparently, everyone. "Seventeen Forever" their second single, did not so well and will Trace Cyrus and gang leave the super stardom stuff to Miley? Let's pray, people, pray.

Ke$ha
"Tik Tok" hit number one and we love the degenrative Hannah Montana look. We loved the song so much but would her second single, a more emotional song called "Animal" will fare better?

David Archuleta
We love him, we really really love him and on American Idol, when Ryan Seacrest says David... Cook won, little girls, mothers, cougars, grandmothers, gay men and perverted aged gay pedophiles weep in sadness when sweet David got second and with joy when his first single "Crush" hit second place! But as we see the failures of "Touch My Hand" and "A Little Too Not Over You", would we see the end of our beloved Archie?

Owl City
Owl City charmed the world with "Fireflies", the hit song was made by a guy living in his parent's basement while working in a Coca Cola warehouse, so we wonder is this the end of Owl City or would "Vanilla Twilight" be able to save it from being called a one hit wonder.

Jason Derulo
He charmed the ladies with "Whatcha Say" and the girls fell in love with him, that they hailed him as number one of the billboard hot 100, but is "Whatcha Say" is nothing but all talk? Well, lets see then.

I personally hope that everyone except Metro Station would not be one hit wonders, so pray people! Pray!

Update: A song from Kesha's album Animal hits the charts at no.7 even though it is not released as a single, therefore she is no longer considered a one hit wonder. The song is called 'Blah, Blah, Blah' and it features 3OH3! Sorry for not updating guys, been real busy these days and lack the inspiration to blog.

The Singapore Story

After like an hour and a half, stuck within a cramped and nasty, not to mention boring plane with colour blinding seats that sets off a serious headache and nausea ( I hope you like the stuff I left in the bag you dimwitted and rude MAS flight attendants). Me, Darren, my aunt and two unwanted and extremely lucky stowaways (my mother and Ryan) have finally landed in the land of ultra competitive-ness with an added mask of superficiality that I call the tropical and modern version of London = Singapore. The stowaways were called stowaways because not only they were able to go to KL and leave me and Darren home alone as a sort of preemptive strike of jealously towards my pending Australia trip but as we can guess, they tagged along at the last minute. A sarcastic bastard that insults your body size every five seconds and a directionless illeterate with a pig headed moronic brain who thinks it always goes the right way and most of the time it's not and leads us around in circles. When it's not leading, it's annoying as hell as those little hyperactive kids in the back seat of the car yapping 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet?' God! Those stress pimples and back knots are acting up again! Sometimes I sincerely think that I am the only rational one in the family. And no I am not jealous of my mom and Ryan getting to go to KL, I am downright pissed of that I am not able to get peace and quiet for 2 weeks!

2 HEAVENLY WEEKS WITHOUT FAMILY!!! GONE!!!!
2 WEEKS OF PEACE AND QUIET!!! GONE!!!!
2 WEEKS OF FUN!!! GONE!!!
MY SANITY!!!! yup, you guessed it. G.O.N.E.

 I am seriously thinking of getting a job and then hopefully Swinburne will get me the cash I need through scholarship and then I would fly off to a foreign (nearby) country and spend two weeks there. ALONE or with friends, preferably with friends, as long as there is no family around. Lets see... Thailand, Vietnam or Singapore again? Speaking of Singapore, I have to tell you guys about my trip there.

The Singapore Flyer... World's Tallest Ferris Wheel (currently)

We are staying in the Marriot Hotel as you can see... on the 28th floor. We spent the afternoon, hanging around Bugis Junction. Shopping, obviously. I got a watch and a purple plaid shirt from Topman! Loves! Yeah, girly moment... Uhm... Uh... Yeah... Well lets get on with the night shall we?

The streets were paraded with like loads of decorations and stuff like a huge Christmas celebration. There were really cool cutouts of Jesus, Joseph, Mary and whatevers around.

There were also street performances, like this one, a live Christmas play about... something... no idea. It was two weeks ago and I forgot all about it. Was too busy taking pictures anyways. Like the Ferrero Rocher Christmas Tree below! Awesome, ain't it? But it is not made of real chocolate (duh! Chocolate would melt when exposed to harsh and environmentally unfriendly light bulbs at night and harsh tropical humid sunlight at day.) Still, you cannot resist to imagine biting into a Ferrero Rocher that is as large as a bull's testicles.

Then we headed up towards Paragon, the Singaporean Suite for all those TDOs (Top Designer Outfits) that you probably can never afford and had to settle for a cheap 50 dollar knock off from a Malaysian/Hong Kong/Chinese thrift store. Since all the stores were closed and we had to leave early the next morning, 5 a.m. to be precise, I decided to camwhore with the brands, Ryan decided to butt in to ruin my life and get his fairshare of camwhoring. Little bastard. Wait till I know how to use photoshop! That will do you some good. Lets kick things off with Prada.

Followed by Jimmy Choo

Swarovski... I think and yes I was trying to be a Lady Gaga on an economy budget.

Then its Gucci not Ucci. Stupid Ryan blocking the 'G'

Miu Miu which Ryan mistakens it for Calvin Klein

Rocking it out with Salvatore Ferragamo

Must I act so pompous at Yves St Laurent? Yes... yes I do

Next is Hugo

After all the parading with brands and whatever (most of the pictures are on Facebook), it's time to call it a night. The next morning's picture is a family affair as you can see, at the Golden Lounge of checking in.

Did you see the fugly looking glasses that Darren is wearing?Even though a) he does not need glasses, b) he looks trendy in them (ie his kids will laugh at his pictures like they would laugh at a clown or cry, well, clowns are fucking horrifying okay!) and c) he can pass off the look as very cool? Yeah, well my aunt complained that it will do some harm to his eyesight and it is now donated to the needy children of Africa, sponsored by UNICEF and Qantas plus a few Malaysian coins that will be deemed useless to the Australians. Now my aunt being a Gold Frequent Flyer, gets to enjoy this.

Complimentary brekkie at the airport!

Complimentary beverages at the airport

And the best of all... Complimentary Wine and Champagne at the airport! Btw, there is a soda dispenser at the side.

Plus some pretzels and cookies for your enjoyment!

The picture above with the horses was displayed at the hallway leading towards the lounge.

Why is it so special that it has to be in this post and it's picture taken?

Because I have the exact same one at my grandmother's house.

Shows that my grandma and the decorator have the same good taste, lol.

Well, that's Singapore for you, after that I might be posting up Sydney next! So stay tuned!

Spotlight On: Jordin Sparks and Guy Sebastian

Happy New Year to you guys, I will upload some pics of Singapore, Brisbane, Sydney and Melbourne soon, but for now, I need to share with you this earth shattering collaboration that's heating up Australian airwaves! It's Australian Idol Guy Sebastian and American Idol Jordin Sparks, yup it's an Idol combo packing a one two punch!If you don't know who Guy Sebastian is, well, google him up. Sheesh. I am not a Lexipedia or a Sarafie or a Greggle, okay!


The song is called 'Art of Love' and yes it's like what the title suggests, its a ballad from a duet about learning the art of love, a nice power ballad that will probably make you forget another earth shattering collabo from a certain optimistic pollyanna featuring one of TV's breakout star in a super hot show who he happens to beat me to it in showing it... hahaha...

Jordin and Guy defintiely make a great combo, both of them have that balck soul that comes in handy when it comes to ballads like these. Well, I am no expert music reviewer or anything who uses technical jargon like lisp, senstous, electro and whateverb but I know good music when I hear it and I am always miles ahead when it comes to the hottest hits. Let's face it, I make Hitz.fm look like a channel meant for outdated ancient beings. So let's cue the video people!


Guy Sebastian ft. Jordin Sparks - Art Of Love [Official Video]

Guy Sebastian | MySpace Music Videos

H.A.T.E.

H is for the hours you spent away
A is for the anger in my veins
T is for the terrible way you treat
E is for the emotions that blind me

How can I be so stupid
As if it's ridiculous for me to love you
Tell me why deep down I knew it would not last
Even if it lasted for a while

I hate you
You broke my heart
I hate you
You tore me apart
God please tell me
Why am I so stupid
To fall for some fuck like you
Trash like you should have never
be able to get someone like me

H is the hell you put me through
A is the altercations we had
T is for all the time that I wasted on you
E is for everyone to see what a fuck you are

I know that hate equals care
But that is all because of my anger
But deep down inside
I know it's only indifference

I hate you
You broke my heart
I hate you
You tore me apart
God please tell me
Why am I so stupid
To fall for some fuck like you
Trash like you should have never
be able to get someone like me

I know I would be fine
A loser like you would never bring me down
I have pride, diginity and class
While you are nothing but some trash
That I should have never even met

I hate you
You broke my heart
I hate you
You tore me apart
God please tell me
Why am I so stupid
To fall for some fuck like you
Trash like you should have never
be able to get someone like me

I leave you one note
That you better change
Cause I don't want the next guy
to suffer from
a bitch like you

A Short Note from the Golden Lounge of Qantas in Singapore

In the famous catchphrase of Krusty the Clown 'Hey Hey Hey' all the way from the superficial tropical version of London in an island known as Singapore. Now, I decided not to bring my laptop along due to the fact of a new copyright law, so I can't talk much with you guys and my one blog post a day plan remains obviously ruined again (London was an excuse, but this is a valid reason, well slightly invalid but stronger than London's). Sigh, adding more homework only, lol. Also, my cell is unable to connect to Twitter or Facebook, so my status updates are also left in vain. It just goies to show how us humans are now so dependent on our electronic devices that it gets downright frustrating that it just doesn't work.

Just a short summary of my trip ie a helluva long wordy post so be prepared to squint your eyes people!!! Or so I think it is, I dunno, I have like an hour to type before leaving for an 8 hour flight towards Sydney.

So just a short summary on my trip:

Arrived on airport around 10 or 11 as flight leaves at 12, checked in and had Starbucks with family. Got my BRAND NEW DEODERANT FROM UBER MEN CHUCKED INTO THE TRASH because it is only 25 FREAKING ML MORE THAN THE DAMN LIMIT! ARGH!!! So ticked off. Not to mention, my dad is on hyper stress mode, cussing here and there, (here and there meaning me), don't worry, I am already used to the degrading verbal abuse.

After that we arrived on the plane and guess who decided to make a guest appearance in this episode of my life? MAKRETING CONCEPT LECTURER: Lynn Wee! OMG!! HAHA, pleasantly surprised, I know. After leaving, we checked into the Marriot Hotel and had a blast at the 27th floor. I forgot to take the pic of the room though, sad, but later I will show u pics of my bro in a bathrobe in the bathroom! I also got my hair before the trip... HATES IT! Damn should have waited for the better one!

Since we were on a bit of a time crunch, we only went to Bugis for shopping. HUGE discounts on my fav store TOPMAN!, bought a purple shirt for CNY! Also went there and bought a new watch from a stall there, the watch isn't cheap but it is not expensive either, the design is quite impeccably cool, and I also kinda got enticed by the hot chick selling them, haha. Okay, a part of my watch dropped, screw that bitch for selling me that stupid watch!

Also, the people in Singapore are like H.O.T.! Seriously, I have never seen so many people, locals and foreigners alike that  I would so like to date and have sex with haha! Seriously! Hey, a certain Canadian Hot Chick is studying there right?? God, and funny thing is that they looked at me too but kinda not liking my ahir so.. I need to shave off that effing hair and lose weight and... Kuching makes me fat because there is absolutely nothing to do there and if there is something to do, then all those stupid suburban bozos will be there and I am not like them, so yeah. You get the point and no Darren you cannot borrow my iPhone. No Darren I seriously mean it, no! Darren needs to chat in MSN but the comp in the lounge got no msn.

Oh, and I also had problems guiding a certain direction illiterate person through the Singaporean street who acts as if she knows the way but actually doesn't and since she is on a higher heirachy in terms of family positioning than me, it all ended with us walking around like aimless ducks on the streets. Also, I have to use colours and numbers to explain to her.GOD!

So here goes like this: We need to go to use the red train and the go to City Hall in order to connect to the Green Train to get to Bugis. But we stop at the wrong station so because this is for the purple train so we need to go back to the red train again and go to the next stop which has the green train.

Her question: Oh oh oh so we go which way?

Me: Didn't you look at the sign?

She looks (directions point towards the left but she looks towards the escaltor which is her left): There?

Me: *slaps head and points toward the actual direction*

Her: Oh that way... How do we get there?

Me: *ignore*

And you ask me why I rather travel alone or with friends, backpacking and living in very very cheap and dirty hotels and probably having to resort to prostitution to get by rather than an all expense trip stay at Disneyland Paris with my whole family...

Possessed

Lying down there on the street
Aimless and fazed
I almost didn't recognize you

You look like you haven't shaved for weeks
So haggard and tired
It shocks me that you are now like this

What happpen to you
Where did it all go wrong
I couldn' believe it
That the guy I used to know is now gone

You seem possessed by another soul
You don't look like yourself
It seems that the person I know is long gone
And yet I am standing here
looking at the vessel that
was once your body

You are looking out on the street
Drifting through life like a spectator
Like you were born just to watch

Your scruffy hair needs a cut
You need a wash
But you didn't seem to care

I tried to talk to you
But you only look at me
As I stare into those eyes
I saw that your spirit has already left your body

You seem possessed by another soul
You don't look like yourself
It seems that the person I know is long gone
And yet I am standing here
looking at the vessel that
was once your body

I lost my patience and tried to help you up
You still treated me like I was invisible
I search through your pockets
And I found cocaine
When I showed it to you
You got down to your knees and cried

You now know that you have been possessed
And you have lost yourself
It seems the person I knew is coming back
And now I am helping you up
The soul has retunrned
into your body

Thank You

It's been a wild ride
It's been a fun time
But now it's all over
And I know we can't be together
I will miss your smell
I will miss your taste
I will miss all the laughters
That we shared together

It's the end of the road
There's no more down the line
This is where we part ways
And I will miss you while you are away

After all that we have been through
I just wanna say
Thank You

The lessons you taught me
The people you introduced to me
Showed me a big part
of who you are
A servant of Jesus
A caring friend
A good time all round family man
I guess I was stupid to push you away

It's the end of the road
There's no more down the line
This is where we part ways
And I will miss you while you are away

After all that we have been through
I just wanna say
Thank You

I know that you have other duties on you
and I accept that you and I are not to be continued
All I ask is that you promise me one thing
That you never stop being you

Because...

This is the end of the road
There's no more down the line
This is where we part ways
And I will miss you while you are away

I do not know
What's going to happen to you
All I know is
I will be waiting for you

So please stay safe
May Jesus take my place while you are away

After all that we have been through
I just wanna say
Thank You

The Pressure To Couple Up

Whenever, you go to the mall, or being at school, or having a meal at a local restaurant, or generally being anywhere. A single person who has never entered into a relationship before would definitely feel envious or rather uncomfortable when hanging around with a lovey-dovey couple. This is because this is when that certain single person feels that there is this void in his or her life, this void cannot be filled by just anyone, it has to be filled by someone you care about, someone you cannot stop thinking about, someone that when you meet that someone, it makes not only makes your heart flutter, your hormones go crazy and your objects of sexual desire tighten, harden and pulsate with pumping blood vessels of the need to engage in sexual acts, but also a feeling of pure content, happiness (not THAT kind of happy okay) and relief aka a girlfriend or a boyfriend.

The void that exists has a hunger of a need that is to be fulfilled, that hunger turns into insecurities and then all of a sudden a fear rises within you. You begin to ask yourself  'Am I going to be alone for the rest of my life where my only campanionship is four dogs who I treat like human beings?' By the way, the aforementioned four dogs are on hormone overload right now and yes they are trying to satisfy their beastial urges by fucking each other, especially Liberty! God, my most prized pooch is nothing but some high class slut who wants a fuck any chance she gets, going around mating with every single dog in the neighborhood! I can seriously tell you, the male dogs were literally LINING UP for it! And here I thought that I raised her better! Screw that slutty dog! (as if she isn't screwed up already).

Anyway, where was I? Oh right the void thing.

So then you decided to go crazy like those male dogs, searching around, seeking a suitable chick to screw around with, sometimes your hormones cloud your judgment that you decide to get any pussy you can get, even if they are fat, smokers and have shit for brains. (Don't you know smoking makes you fat and so not hot?)

After that, you got what you wanted, then you realized those lovey-dovey fantasies that your beloved non-single friends are painting do not come just like that. It is not something as easy as opening a pack of instant noodles okay? It takes a lot of work, honestly, a lot. I mean even though, I am in the dating game for a short time, I honestly already feel exhausted. It takes time, a lot of work, a lot of care, a lot of attention, a serious hangover, toleration and consequently, a lot of money. With my trip to Australia coming up, it honestly is a bad time for me to start a relationship, jeez, with the money I spend these days, I am really feeling the burn. It's like, I wanna impress you but Australia is coming up and I wanna enjoy, have fun, go shopping and buy some stuff from Quicksilver so that I am wearing what you people will be wearing next Chinese New Year (the 2010 one is THIS Chinese New Year by the way.) Well, at least I got my shirts down, I have one from H&M, and another from Topman, ready rock your socks off, there is another Topman top, but I am kind of worried about my bulging tummy. It is tough for me you know, when it comes to working out, I wanna work out but it's tough without support. I have no friends interested in working out, my brothers are lazy like sloths that somehow have a high metabolic rate, my parents are characters that if I go working out with them, I think I should move far far away or disappear from the face of this earth and hide in a hole somewhere in the Antartic, me myself needs constant motivation and support because I can't do it alone and I don't like to be alone. Moreover, that stupid mother of mine likes to buy unhealthy snacks in order to entertain Ryan, me being a person who likes to eat, finds it difficult to not succumb to temptations. Oh by the way, Ryan unlike his older brothers, get to eat whatever the fuck he wants.

As I said, relationships are tough. Those lovey-dovey couples are either drugged by hormones or truly went through it. The early stages in my relationship, which is now is tough, because we always argue and make up. It's been a while like this. We just got to know each other and taking it slow, very slow since it's a long distance relationship which I do not like. My adivce? Make sure that you prepare yourself before going in, because it's going to need a lot of energy and concentration, and sometimes it makes you feel that you need to rethink your priorities.

If you feel that you are not concentrating on work or school, and you feel that your performance is ailing, by all means, end it. In the end, your girlfriend is supposed to support you, not distract you.

Brendan Goh, Down Under!!!!

Seriously the words are so damn obvious, but just in case you don't know, I am going to tell it to you in an abstract video. I am going to this place from the 19th, all the way to the 1st of January 2010. So check it out people.

Spotlight On: Cheryl Cole

Cheryl Cole is one of the singers from one of the ever popular Brit girl bands Girls Aloud, after they have decided to pull off from band duties for a while and try out solo careers, the famous X-Factor judge or Mrs Ashley Cole of Chelsea (BOO!!!!) decided to pull off a solo career first ahead of her other bandmates Nadine Coyle, Sarah Harding, Nicola Roberts and Kimberly Walsh. Now, unless you sound different from what your band usually sounds, you are destined for failue and also the fact that usually when it comes to band members who pull off solo careers, only one is destined to be successful ie (Beyonce, Ronan Keating, Robbie Williams, Rachel Stevens, Jesse McCartney). So with the already high status that she has (X-Factor Judge, Mrs Ashley Cole and a Girls Aloud member) expectations, to say the least, were high. So she released her first single 'Fight For This Love' and it hit number one on the UK Charts, her next single featuring Will.i.a.m (who she was featured in his song 'Heartbreaker') titled '3 Words' (also name of album) is slowly becoming a hit. The videos below show the vids, check them out before continuing, if your net is down or whatever (Guiliano) then download the damn song or play it in ur head for 5 seconds and read on. 'Fight For This Love' is an official video while '3 Words' is not.






'Fight For This Love' is a very catchy song, the video is a little French with a bit of Micheal Jackson in it. I love it. As for '3 Words' there is a certain kind of calmness into it, a bit of like song of peace with a nice clubby beat. Very smooth.

Cheryl Cole is what to us, as what any crooner was to our grandparents, smooth beats, nice clubby feel, a sense of energy but more towards peace. Think of a modern 1920s speakeasy, very Chuck Bass. Her music definitely needs a few more listens to take in it's hidden charm. At first, you would feel like this song is nothing special, but you feel that you should listen to it a bit more, then you keep on listening to it, which you will then find yourself loving it. Chery Cole's music is mysterious, noir, charming, calming, indulgent and a very outspoken soft confidence. I think that Cheryl Cole's album may probably find it's way into my car, because I can definitely imagine myself listening to it while driving.

So what are you waiting for? GET CHERYL COLE INTO MALAYSIAN AIRWAVES NOW!!!

Spotlight On: Adam Lambert

Man, when Adam Lambert says it's going to be different, I didn't think it was going to be this different.
His new single 'For Your Entertainment' was extremely hot.
Just think about this, he is probably the only artist that can become the male version of Britney or Lady Gaga and yet still being able to pull it off as cool and normal.
Don't believe me, then judge it for yourself where performed it at the American Music Awards, however, viewer discretion is advised. Curious? Well watch the video for your entertainment. For all that I can tell you, I am damn entertained.

Why my posts aren't like others

Okay, by now are maybe like a year or two ago, you probably would think this about me.
Brendan Goh has a blog
Brendan Goh has fluent English
Brendan Goh indeed does has typos in his blog posts that he doesn't bother to check them, therefore causing retarded-ness and confusion when reading.
But then you ask

Where are all the pictures,
Where are all the reviews of local restaurants
Where are the bloody camwhore pictures of you and some brilliant hot chick with humungous breast who has an affinity towards Canada *coughcoughbiancacoughngcoughcoughpohheavyheavycoughcoughliancoughcorderocoughheavyiknowyourcoughfullname*

Well, there are no pictures of me with some big breasted Canadian Asian hot chick on my lap because...
Okay, I am not gay
I know you think its gay because guys should have hot chicks on their laps
Plus those crazy fantasies of me and some Latino/Korean/White/Pinoy/Japanese/Samoan melting pot hybrid of a boyfriend who probably never exists and even if he does, we would never meet or he is straight.
Here are some excuses reasons that I will never do such things

1. I am basically an angel, well an acid tongued angel but still, I am an angel.

I RARELY go clubbing, me in a club is as rare as me getting caught wearing my sweatpants inside out while going shopping for some groceries. Okay, maybe that's not the right thing to say, uh... ah hah! It is as rare as well it doesn't rain in Chinese New Year. The only time I hit the clubs was during New Years and that's it. Why? Well first of all, it is not G.A.Y. which is awesome and fun. Clubs in my suburban town of Kuching are usually packed with people. When I mean people, I mean people who have no taste in fashion, slutty little minxes and also stupid parents and grandmothers scaring the shit about me about stories of people going into clubs, get into fights and then die there. One of the stories that I can remember very well is that there was this girl who got in with a bad boy but the girl wants to break up with the bad boy, so the girl asks another guy who was studying overseas but came back for a visit and also to help her out and settle, so overseas guy did as the chick told him to do, he got banged up, went to a coma and died. Voila! The trend that sets my fears in Kuching nightclubs.

2. My friends are angels too.

It is true my friends are like me, angels. I mean I am the angle that can be a fallen angel but these people are probably like God's elite little group of goody two shoes. Basically I am a good boy that can go bad, they are people that will never go bad. Therefore, happy and content = boredom. What am I to do? I am very good at choosing friends, cause I always choose the ones who are happy and content/ boring. Maybe because of the fact that the ones hanging in clubs are usually unable to communicate with me in my level of- obviously/ apparently/ although I do not think so-English.

3. I am not a very popular blogger.

I don't get hundreds of comments everytime I put up a post, usually I am lucky if I even have one or two!!! My form of blogging mainly is about me and my life, it is my opinion only. Plus, my form of humour is usually a bit dark and which some people usually do not get. Moreover, I blog for me. I don't blog for anyone else. Obviously I am happy to write a review or an advertorial but I don't get much feed here, most people read my blog are from Malaysia and the United States, yet no one bothers to leave a comment or click the ads.


4. My life is not interesting
I don't own a gym, I am not the blogger of the year in Nuffnang's awards, I obviously have not met the Black Eyed Peas, Tony Fernandes does not sponsor me free flights. I also have not met Lewis Hamilton, currently dating an American, dyed my hair blonde and having my own web show. I also do not have two published books, I don't post pictures of my ex boyfriend and his current girlfriend who is so obviously below me and thrash them all over facebook. I also am not a student in NYU, though I definitely wished that I am one and I do not get the opportunity to go to London everytime holidays kick in, I only get to go to London like once in, well a lifetime. So screw me.

So yeah, I am definitely not that popular but that's who I am. It's my life and currently my life is for my parents to screw cause obviously I have not gotten to an overseas university. If I graduate from Swinburne, well, it is the end of the world people, prepare to suffer the 2012 thing.

Left for dead: The Parody

My bro was watching some ridiculous reality TV series that displays real horrifying, absurd, ridiculous, tragic, something only dumb nuts would watch kind of things that was caught on camera. When I mean dumb nuts I mean when you are watching TV, then some stupid relative comes over and say the following questions.

What is this?
Why is he like that?
EEE, how come like that?
Is this a reality television show?

To which I will reply, 'Shut the fuck up and watch the damn thing.'

So anyway, we were watching this show when we saw this man got run over by a car and he just lay there on the floor. For the next, I dunno few minutes, people there were just watching the guy lying there on the ground, motionless and not calling the ambulance. Even a few cars drive by and slow down to watch but then leave. After that a few people were also just watching the guy. So creepy and weird and its something that bloody asians would do, but the tape was American, which is why it's so weird.

So I decided to compile a few fictional scenarios of what would happen if it was in Malaysia.

Guy gets ran over by some super pimped up Proton Saga that is probably too heavily tinted in the wrong way so that he drives around like some blind maniac on the streets.

Scene 1: The Kepo Old Ladies
Old Lady A: Aiyo, why like this.
Old Lady B: The guy got run over leh
Old Lady A: Aiyo,why like that
Old Lady B: Dunno leh, must be thos naughty children, drive here and drive there always very fast one, people should only drive when they are 40 la! Road so much safer plus every 1 km must have bump one.
Old Lady A: Ya lo, eh, isn't this man has the son who was involved in that one girl two man sex scene on TV?
Old Lady B: Yeah, what was it laio ah, my kids always watch it one.
Old Lady A: It call the show ah... International something la
Old Lady B: Poor man la, not only dying like that but also having to bear the shame of his son kissing another man on TV.
Old Lady A; Eh, shouldn't someone call an ambulance?
Old Lady B: Aiya, my phone no credit la
Old Lady A: Aiyo me too!

Both Ladies then walk away.

Scene 2: Measurements and Lottery
Guy A: Hey look is that a dead guy on the street?
Guy B: No, he is alive la. See him over there, the chest up and down, wan die, dun wan die like that?
Guy A: Oh, poor thing guy not in car la! We can get teh number to strike 4D or toto! Sure fa chai one! Another man's misfortune is our fortune!
Guy B: Aiya, you not creative one! See right, we can get number from the clothes! From the backside of pants and the shirt.
Guy A: But he wear collar shirt leh, no number one! Only S, M, L and XL nia.
Guy B: Hiya, you not creative one, flip him over the backside, okay, pants size is 36 then take one of the shoe off. Shoe size nine for US, ok this mean that in Europe is 44. So it is 3644 and then we go and buy one pao. Fa Chai Here we come!
Guy A: Wah, you so smart ah!
Guy B: I am not smart, it just that I have a 3 year experience in working as a shop helper in Ah Beng R Us.
Guy A: Wah! Chio wei!

Scene 3: Opportunity Strikes
Guy walks over, grabs wallet, takes money, put it back and walk off.

Scene 4: Blind Motorcyclist
Dude runs over the man with the motor cycle.

Scene 5: Distracting Children
Children at the back making noise and annoying parents. Parents wishing they did not have so many kids and should have used protection since like ever.

Children making noise
Mom: Look kids dead guy
Kids: eee!! Let me see, no let me see, no I wan see!!! OOOO!!!!! YUCK!!!!! EEE!!!!!

Yeah, that's all I can think off, feel free to comment by giving other more creative and absurd scenarios.

Finals are coming!!!

I am so dead
I am so dead
FINALS ARE COMING
FINALS ARE COMING
FINALS ARE COMING

So why the hell am I not studying?
I dunno, suddenly no inspiration to study
Yeah, prepare for my funeral
Please come.

Distance

In my room
I turned my head and looked out
Rain pattering on my window
I look out on to the fields
Children having fun without a care

I turned and look down at my phone
You called me and I answered
You wanted us to be together
But there is this little thing that's holding me back

Its called distance
I wish you were holding me right now
But you couldn't
Cause you are so far away that I couldn't touch you
I want to feel your breath
I want to feel your kiss
But this thing called distance
Is breaking me apart

Seems so close
Yet so far
I need you right now
But you can only care from afar
Makes me wonder if it's all worth it

I know you are good
I know I like you too
But you are so far away
It does not make me feel safe

It's called distacne
I wish you were holding me right now
But you couldn't
Cause you are so far away that I couldn't touch you
I want to feel your breath
I want to feel you kiss
But this thing called distance
Is breaking me apart

I don't care how much you say you love me
I don't care whatever things you would do
All wanted is to be with you
But you are so far away
How can you expect me to love you

It's called distance
I wish you were holding me right now
But you couldn't
Cause you are so far away that I couldn't touch you
I want to feel your breath
I want to feel your kiss
But this thing called distance
is breaking me apart

How to behave in a cinmea.

How to behave in the cinema

1. Watch the fucking movie
2. Eat the fucking food
3. Sit like any other normal person should
4. Laugh when apporpriate
5. Silent phone
6. Keep kids under the age of five at home
7. Seats are tight, keep legs together
8. Refrain shaking legs

Right, this is how you are supposed to behave in the cinema.
But did most people do it? No.

I was watching Micheal Jackson's 'This is it' yesterday
First time I went there with my mom
Was it an enjoyable experience?
NO.
But we will leave that for another post
I will screw MBO, Spring and SESCO later
Right now, I want to screw those bloody bastards in the cinema who interrupted my inspiration of the cheography and creativity of the late Micheal Jackson.

Anyway, I was sitting there and guess what during the whole time?
I did not mind the guy was being energetic, after all I respect that
But sooner or later I found out that the bastard was mocking him
Honestly, I was trying to enjoy my movie and that fucking bastard screamed in the fucking theather
And you know it is hard to concentrate when the moves in protrayed in the dance becomes synonymous with cheesy 80s porn
Thank you bastard grunting sex noises in the cinema.

Then there are those bloody fucking children
These children should be left at home or grandma's or somewhere
Screaming and whining and being annoying as usual over spilled popcorn
Screw those children
Honestly, Spring should have a daycare center to dump these stupid kids at.

Then there are those bloody ones that are too old to be stuffed there
They take AGES and I mean AGES to choose a fucking seat
Those bloody fucking no brain, badly dressed little whores with their shoes screaming 'I am a young, underage Asian whore who charges 10 bucks an hour and 50 a night! Woo hoo! Oh I am feeling especially slutty today!Fuck and Suck for 30 Bucks! Plus I have no pussy hair!'

I honestly do not find people eating in the cinema, after all I do too
but there are people who want to display their fabulous chewing power by chewing loudly in the theather
And slurping their drinking cups like noodles
God, I cannot tell you how many times I feel that I should be the first Malaysian to murder someone with an iPhone.

Then there are idiots who forget to silent their phones
You know, one ring ruins the whole moment
Which sucks.
Screw those people who forget to silent their phones
Hoenstly Kuching Cinemas should have one of those societal marketing adverts like the cinemas in the UK.
I don't care if it's 20 Ringgit, I call it 4 Pounds
They display noises of ringing cell phones, idiots talking loudly and crying babies.
Then a slogan and silence.
Cool right?

Then, there are people who cannot seem to sit probably
I had one bad experience is that there was some idiot shaking his legs and causing my whole chair to vibrate, I don't know if he was kicking my chair or whatever
But I sure as hell feel like giving that person a good old Pedigree on the steps.

Then there is Ryan, who although is my brother is absolutely annoying.
Narrating to me
I can watch the fucking movie and do not need you to narrate, so shut the fuck up you little bastard.

God, honestly, if you want piece and quite, go buy a damn DVD player and a large screen TV, renovate a room into a home theater and have your very own popcorn machine.
There, silence and you no need to stuff yourself in the crappy cinema again.

Right, wait for a few days and I will tell you why I shold screw MBO, Spring and SESCO.

Oh cast of my life update!

Main Cast

Brendan
Belinda
Siaw Wee
Guiliano
Jia Jin
Yuyun
Kiat Seng
Alvin
Evon

Recurring Cast
Guhan
Doreen
Eric
Joseph
Debaters Club
Cheryl