These past two weeks have been a whirlwind for me. I had so many things I desperately needed to blog about but I just didn’t have the time to close all the other windows on the PC and focus on writing the post. But you know I hate to read other people’s posts and they say how busy they’ve been and they really had no time to blog. Menyampah kan? I hope you don’t see me that way. I do not have a PC at home so when I’m infront of the PC at the office, I have alot of other things to do so blogging, no matter how important it is for the heart, it still comes second or third.

I wanted to talk about the Ning incident but I think I’m quite over it. It’s been overpowered by new incidents, especially yesterday’s day spent at the Taman Warisan. My BS crew was recruited to help out with the stage and artiste management for their Malay Heritage Centre official launch. Yani, I finally dapat cium tangan Cik Som Said the way we always practise it! I was to sing two songs but everybody cut their set to a single song when time was running out after Ramli Sarip shiok sendiri half an hour set. I already had my eyebags covered so running around would mean I’d sweat so nasib baik Fazli datang and helped out a bit. So I sat in the dressing room with the two breakdance boys, Danial Ashriq and Anep and realise that the boy from Police & Thief comic series on tv is actually from Siglap Secondary like I was. He asked me why am I so big and whether I was American. Such a 5 year old question. Hah. Shahed shared some breakdance videos on his phone with them baru diorang duduk diam diam and stopped prancing around, playing chapteh.

I think I spoke more than once about arrogant folks. I can see right through your insecurities ok, how you talk to me without looking at my face. The whole 6 of you. Nasib baik aku tak kenal. If I knew you personally, I’d smack you in your tinted lenses! Jadi orang jangan sombong boleh tak? Jesus!

When the presenters, Norfasarie and Shaiful, who was my senior in School of Military Medicine, announced my name, I was already infront of the queue-pole (feeling velvet rope). The stage was in the centre of the garden so the audience would be all around the performer, 360 degrees. All eyes on me. I was so afraid that they’d boo me off, asking Taufik to get on quick. But I got to finish my song with a decent applause and went in to get Taufik to come to stage.

I think the hysteria that the Idol has created is quite scary. The more shows he gets, the more shows he will get after. The more songs he sings, the more songs people will want to hear. And even the idea that he needs 9 bodyguards from entrance to dressing room to stage to dressing room to exit premise makes him even more desireable just to get a handshake or a picture taken with hand in the air with a camera phone. People wait for hours just to scream and shout to show their support. I’m sure it’s all wonderful overwhelming experience for some, and even for Taufik. But isn’t this the very start of the crazy pop culture that took so long for Singapore to pick up? The ones where tabloids cash in on artiste gossip and any sort of news is some form of great news. And there is absolutely no privacy for the artiste and if he refuses to sign an autograph or have a picture taken (given that he’s been doing that all day and he’s really sincerely tired and out of time), the media will portray him as an ungrateful scum who the public picked out from the gutters. Kesian kan, ever thought of that? So we’ve been complaining that there isn’t a music scene in Singapore and now that things are picking up, will we regret it soon?

Spent the rest of the night eating and lounging at Kaki Lima with the crew, and extended company. Wanted quite badly to do something more though it was already 1am. Have my dreaded hospital check-up on Tuesday for my backache.

When you blog about certain milestones in your lives, no matter how proud you are about it, somebody might tend to think that its no big deal and you’re just too much. Keep note.

Til you read again.