Okay.. I will try not to make it a habit to let whole months lapse before I post a new entry. Promise. :-D
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My mom always told me if I didn't have anything nice to say, just keep quiet. So I really should stop tempting myself on purpose. Like right now I'm semi-watching the weekly concert of this local reality show that has that "fever" catch phrase. Like really, does anyone actually take this seriously? Is it really a matter of life and death that you have to dissect every single aspect of these kids lives and trash them on national TV? I really really kesian these poor fools who willingly put themselves up for public ridicule like this. Like last week that poor girl with the obviously sweaty arm-pits? So sad.
I have to admit I was caught up in it during the first season a few years ago. I was single, had lots of time on my hands and not much of a personal life after work hours. I faithfully watched the daily updates and stayed in every Saturday night to catch the concerts. I even cried once or twice when my favourite contestants were booted off the show. It was a novelty being the first show of it's kind locally and EVERYONE was into it. Then came season two with all it's outrageous sponsorships, surprises and scandals. I started to get menyampah because it was all kind of staged and I finally came to see what a load of bollocks it all was. Once season three started, I really couldn't be bothered. Buat sakit hati je tengok. The contestants could hardly sing, the "top" ones were appalling and the judges were over the top. Like their opinion really mattered. Haha.
The later seasons have turned into instant cash cows encouraging people to vote via SMS with weird sponsorship deals thrown in. The kids are obviously acting, the clothes are atrocious, the songs are boring and the judges.. ooops, "pengkritik" are as loud as ever. They like to play the good cop, bad cop and cop on the fence routine a' la A*erican Idol. And what's up with the pancing undi taktik of bursting into tears at the drop of a hat? Are there really all these 20-something kids who've never ever been away from their parents? Are all of them really sad and tragic and this is their last chance at making a better life for their families? And what in the world does ready-made asam jawa have to do with singing?
So of course la one cannot help but kutuk whenever the show is on. But surprisingly come Saturday night the whole family gathers in front of the TV to watch and comment on the show. I keep saying, "If all we're going to do is kutuk, baik kita watch something else. Buat tambah dosa je." But we never do change the channel... so God help me, I have to be extra nice and recite extra long doas to make up for my weekly bitch-fest. Hahahaha.
Sorry if anyone terasa, but I hate blogs where all the bloggers talk about is where they shop, what they bought and gloat about it. So you have the money and resources to stock up on designer goodies and fly off to glamorous locations with nary a care in the world. Like your kids for example. Not all of us do. Please try to avoid rubbing it in our faces.
Like there's a certain blog that I desperately try to avoid. It does nothing but piss me off. Ms M and me, we never have anything nice to say about this particular person. I have personally met this girl a few times (I attended her wedding even) and our families are connected. But to read what goes on in her life is mind-boggling. Her family is the nicest, humblest of folks but this girl is so outspoken and flashy you really can't describe it. She's made it her life's mission to single-handedly raise the country's economy. She shops like there's no tomorrow, snapping up serious designer stuff without batting an eye. If her posts are anything to go by, this goes on every week. However I'm not sure if it's her rich daddy's or her husband's money she's throwing around. As far as I know she doesn't work and is a SAHM to her young child. However, I have recently discovered that she uses everything once or twice then sells them to her friends and families. So it's a kind of roll-over deal with her, I guess.
I don't read her blog if I can help it. Once in a while though, if she buys something really fabulous or extreme Ms M will text me and together we'll rant.
Stop it stop it stop it, me. Really. Be the better person. Keep your bitchy thoughts and comments to yourself. Or so I keep saying. Sigh.
I have to admit I was caught up in it during the first season a few years ago. I was single, had lots of time on my hands and not much of a personal life after work hours. I faithfully watched the daily updates and stayed in every Saturday night to catch the concerts. I even cried once or twice when my favourite contestants were booted off the show. It was a novelty being the first show of it's kind locally and EVERYONE was into it. Then came season two with all it's outrageous sponsorships, surprises and scandals. I started to get menyampah because it was all kind of staged and I finally came to see what a load of bollocks it all was. Once season three started, I really couldn't be bothered. Buat sakit hati je tengok. The contestants could hardly sing, the "top" ones were appalling and the judges were over the top. Like their opinion really mattered. Haha.
The later seasons have turned into instant cash cows encouraging people to vote via SMS with weird sponsorship deals thrown in. The kids are obviously acting, the clothes are atrocious, the songs are boring and the judges.. ooops, "pengkritik" are as loud as ever. They like to play the good cop, bad cop and cop on the fence routine a' la A*erican Idol. And what's up with the pancing undi taktik of bursting into tears at the drop of a hat? Are there really all these 20-something kids who've never ever been away from their parents? Are all of them really sad and tragic and this is their last chance at making a better life for their families? And what in the world does ready-made asam jawa have to do with singing?
So of course la one cannot help but kutuk whenever the show is on. But surprisingly come Saturday night the whole family gathers in front of the TV to watch and comment on the show. I keep saying, "If all we're going to do is kutuk, baik kita watch something else. Buat tambah dosa je." But we never do change the channel... so God help me, I have to be extra nice and recite extra long doas to make up for my weekly bitch-fest. Hahahaha.
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Sorry if anyone terasa, but I hate blogs where all the bloggers talk about is where they shop, what they bought and gloat about it. So you have the money and resources to stock up on designer goodies and fly off to glamorous locations with nary a care in the world. Like your kids for example. Not all of us do. Please try to avoid rubbing it in our faces.
Like there's a certain blog that I desperately try to avoid. It does nothing but piss me off. Ms M and me, we never have anything nice to say about this particular person. I have personally met this girl a few times (I attended her wedding even) and our families are connected. But to read what goes on in her life is mind-boggling. Her family is the nicest, humblest of folks but this girl is so outspoken and flashy you really can't describe it. She's made it her life's mission to single-handedly raise the country's economy. She shops like there's no tomorrow, snapping up serious designer stuff without batting an eye. If her posts are anything to go by, this goes on every week. However I'm not sure if it's her rich daddy's or her husband's money she's throwing around. As far as I know she doesn't work and is a SAHM to her young child. However, I have recently discovered that she uses everything once or twice then sells them to her friends and families. So it's a kind of roll-over deal with her, I guess.
I don't read her blog if I can help it. Once in a while though, if she buys something really fabulous or extreme Ms M will text me and together we'll rant.
Stop it stop it stop it, me. Really. Be the better person. Keep your bitchy thoughts and comments to yourself. Or so I keep saying. Sigh.
