yet another useless post about dawn yang

Because I am sometimes a blog-ho and I’m an egoistical blogger and place way too much importance on myself and this blog, I like to click on my sitemeter to see who’s on, who came from where, that sort of stuff. KY should know – his FF browser’s homepage is his blog and he has his sitemeter there all the time. If you want to know how many visitors everyone is getting, ask KY.

When I put up the post on Dawn Yang, it was almost immediately after the New Paper article of her got published.

And then the blogosphere madness followed.

I don’t really give that much of a damn about her having plastic surgery or what-not. If we could like, snap back to Hollywood reality for a bit, almost none of the celebs would willingly admit that they underwent the knife. Michael Jackson would only admit to a couple of nose jobs, but anyone with a brain would know better. Sarah Jessica Parker, Sharon Stone, Al Pacino; almost every he/she/it done it.

Your local celebrities, your Singapore celebrities, the tai-tais, the Datins what-not, Lord this and that, socialites of the highest order, almost the entire LA county, they all dunnit. And of course they won’t admit it- who the fuck in their right mind (except for porn stars) would go all out, especially in the beginning of their blossoming careers? Yes it is a hypocrisy, yes we all know better, yes Britney’s boobs are fake, and then what? As much as I dislike Britney, I have to admit that she’s got to be smart to stay around this long even though she can’t sing for shit (her live performances are HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE!). Either that or she has some really good people around her.

You can argue till the cows come home about DY and PS; at the end of the day she’s still signed to the talent company, if she’s got brains she would know how to milk it, and whatever happens next, well we shall see, eh?

And yes, I think that Dawn Yang is hot. I think that Angelina Jolie is hot. I think that Siti Nurhaliza is hot. I think that Camelia is hot. I think that the chick who was in ‘Return of the Condor Heroes’ with Andy Lau and dated Chow Yun Fatt is hot. I think that Mack’s wife is hot. I think that my friend Melissa who used to work for SIA is hot. I think that my ma is hot.

Deal with it.

About my sitemeter, it is rather annoying to have a traffic spike to that post about DY. The first couple days were fine, OooOoo traffic increased, people coming bla bla bla – then you realise that it’s all useless hits. Everybody wants to know about DY. Everybody wants to see what she looks like. And this irks me to no end.


Well, things are getting back to their usual state, i.e. less pointless hits. So to Dawn Yang, so long and thanks for all the hits.

Dawn Yang webcomic

I know, I know.

Now go spike Swifty’s traffic.

1. Swifty Admits With Tears That His Relationship With Beautiful Blogger Dawn Yang Won’t Work
2. A webcomic done by Dawn Yang for Swifty
3. Swifty Announces ‘Chubby Cheeks Contest’ Winner! The Queen Is Not Amused
4. Swifty Says Farewell To Dawn Yang. XiaXue Is Pissed. Guestblogger Justin Is Happy

lost kottke love

I am in the midst of writing a post on some blogging stuff, and needed some reference from Meg Hourihan’s blog, and read some news that shattered my net <3 into a bazillion pieces.

Jason Kottke and Meg will be married early next year after 5 years of being together.

*sniff* sobs* cries*

I’ve a crush on Kottke for the longest time. I think he’s brilliant. I think he’s witty. I think he’s ethical. Most importantly I think that he and I are meant to be together. Match made in heaven and all that crap.

Him being engaged is fine by me. There’s always time to realise that I am THE one; his Cinderella, his Sleeping Beauty, his Snow White, his Scarlett O’Hara. He in turn would be my Professor Henry Higgins. Never mind that we are separated by oceans and denied of the opportunity to meet. Heavens could only be so cruel for a while; the eternal optimist holds out for the one true love, the Prince Charming, the knight who would brave a world of danger to be with his princess. Minor details like distance and not knowing my existance would not have kept him from his quest for love.

I have nothing against Meg Hourihan; I think she’s equally brilliant but a woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do, even if it means breaking her heart for a while. But I’m certain she would have approved of Kottke being with his REAL true love, and that is ME ME ME ME ME !

As it is, I turn out to be the loser in this love triangle. I hereby as gracefully as I could muster with a shattered heart and all, acknowledge my defeat and hope for nothing but the best for the happy couple. Then I’m going to drown myself in crates of cheap beer and soppy Celine Dion to soothe thy broken heart. It’s okay, don’t cry for me, I will be quite all right. Eventually in the next millennium, maybe.

Link: We’ve got so much blog we don’t know where to put it all

i hate fanatics

Winston Churchill said, “A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject.”

Wikipedia says, “A fanatic is a person filled with excessive, uncritical zeal, particularly for an extreme religious or political cause, or with an obsessive enthusiasm for a pastime or hobby.

Historian Richard Pipes, when categorizing Lenin and the Bolsheviks as fanatics rather than Utopians, refers to the definition by philosopher George Santayana: “Fanaticism consists in redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim.” (Life of Reason, 1905, vol. 1, Introduction).”

Suanie says, “It’s a Monday and I hate fanatics.”

Suanie hates fanatics

Fans are okay. They profess ardent admiration and occasionally say or do stupid things, but that’s all right. We are just human, we are allowed to be stupid once in a while. Fanatics on the other hand, obstinately turn a deaf ear to everything else, blindly believing or following whatever they are fanatic about like herded sheep. Contrary to their beliefs, that is really not sticking to their principles or guns; that is stupid with a capital S.

And most of the time they are irritating as heck.

Fanatics personify the question,”Who the fuck do you think you are?”

These are a few fanatics I hate in no order of preference:

Islam fanatics, Buddhist fanatics, Christian fanatics, atheist fanatics, Scientology fanatics, Pastafarian fanatics, Jew fanatics, Israeli fanatics, Palestinian fanatics, Bush fanatics, anti-Bush fanatics, UMNO fanatics, UMNO Youth fanatics, PAS fanatics, KeADILan fanatics, pro-gay fanatics, anti-gay fanatics, Microsoft fanatics, Mac fanatics, Oprah fanatics, Tom Cruise fanatics, Brad Pitt fanatics, Angelina Jolie fanatics, Paris Hilton fanatics, Michael Jackson fanatics, Jeff Ooi fanatics, Xiaxue fanatics, Kenny Sia fanatics, Maddox fanatics, BryanBoy fanatics, WaiterRant fanatics, Pinkisthenewblog fanatics, Minishorts fanatics, ShaolinTiger fanatics, MenJ fanatics, Dawn Yang fanatics, Cowboy Caleb fanatics, Doctor Liew fanatics, Mr Brown fanatics, Michael Ooi fanatics, PaulTan fanatics, FireAngel fanatics, blogging fanatics, anti-blogging fanatics, Web 1.0 and 2.0 fanatics, football fanatics, car fanatics, basketball fanatics, Harry Potter fanatics, LOTR fanatics, Narnia fanatics, DOTA fanatics, Counterstrike fanatics, Pokemon fanatics, gadget fanatics, cooking fanatics, food fanatics, shopping fanatics etc etc etc

If you are a fanatic, I’d probably hate you too.

the best well kept secret in the blogosphere

Japan is pretty much a trendsetter when it comes to novelty things and people, and things that people do. Just when you thought that you’d seen/read/heard it all, a new fad would burst like plum blossoms in spring, mortifyingly humbling our jaded cynical selves into shocked silent puppies.

I would like to shock you myself, so ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present the BEST well kept secret in the blogosphere. Ready? Here you go…


Joi Ito is a woman.

Joi Ito is a woman.


That’s right. All of us have been duped, the blind bats that we all are. You’ve got to admit; a Japanese man wearing a robe – that’s not culture; THAT’S NOT A MAN AT ALL!

Via Jack of All Blogs (thanks Edrei)

10 Most Powerful Women in Blogging

8. Joi Ito of Technorati ( ) has her hands in a lot of Web 2.0 companies, some you might not even know about yet. This makes her damn powerful. Often times the one you don’t know that well is the most powerful. My personal favorite because she seems to help people get shit done.

Research is overrated.

tied to the 90s

S and I were reminiscing the 90′s and we discovered that we both went through the same fads albeit in different geographical locations.

We were the mid till late nineties children, the early 90s was too… erm early heh. In 1997 I was still in secondary school (that’s high school to you noobs) and erm… I looked something like this.

class photo

Obviously the only coloured bit was my face. I don’t know if my ex-classmates would be happy to have their face on the Internet, better not risk it.

And later in the year my friends and I were at Kukup.

at kukup

So that was 1997. So much could grow horizontally within a year. Amazing.

Anyway back to the 90s talk… it was GREAT, I tell ya. Of course one never fully appreciate the era they were in until it passed them by, so here I am in the early 21st century missing the late 20th century. Talking with S was such a trip down memory lane. I’ve always wanted to compile something like this, the conversation with S made me really do it, so here are some of our 90s memories that we love so much.

The #1 unifying factor for me and S was Smash Hits.

Smash Hits covers from the 90s

Nothing like the Smash Hits now of course, back then it was thicker and nicer and the editors (especially Gav and Kate) were mucho hilarious.

The first English album I bought was Blur’s The Great Escape in cassette.

Blur - The Great Escape album cover

I think I first got to know Blur from their ‘Country House’ music video which I thought had the coolest lyrics EVER.

City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself: ‘oops, I’ve got a lot of money
Caught in a rat race terminally
I’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in it
I’m paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century’s anxiety…

- Country House; Blur

Then there was Oasis whose line up I’ll always remember as from 1995 – 1999. Some really great songs not like the crap they have now.

Oasis in 1995

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky

- Champagne Supernova; Oasis

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don’t want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don’t believe
Maybe you’re the same as me
We see things they’ll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

- Live Forever; Oasis

Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay

- Cast No Shadow; Oasis

And there was the infamous Oasis vs Blur, Liam vs Damon, Noel vs Damon feud. In the heat of the moment, Noel Gallagher let it slip in an interview that he wished for Damon Albarn to die of AIDS, which he immediately apologised and retracted. It was published anyway and it wasn’t pretty.

Then along the same lines was Jarvis Cocker and Pulp.

Jarvis Cocker (Pulp)

You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do whatever common people do
You’ll never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view
And dance and drink and screw
Because there’s nothing else to do

- Common People; Pulp

Jarvis Cocker also pulled off a stunt which unfortunately would be more remembered than his songs; he sneaked onto the stage during a Michael Jackson performance and mooned.

There was also the beginning of Boyzone, the painful departure of Robbie Take That, the end of Take That (sniff), the beginning of Spice Girls, Scooter, Nirvana (1994′s From the Muddy Banks of Wishkah), Britney Spears’ singing debut around 1996, Super Furry Animals, Kula Shaker, Cast, Suede, Space, Manic Street Preachers, Weezer, Radiohead, REM, Green Day, 911 (kinda embarrassing for me to admit this but they were hot), PJ and Duncan which was basically Ant and Dec (we still listen to Eternal Love), East 17…

Some alt rock album covers
I had these albums

Scatman John, Venga Boys, Gina G from Eurovision (Ooh Ahh Just A Little Bit), Danii Minogue, En Vogue, George Michael (Jesus to a Child), Elastica, Bjork (It’s Oh So Quiet), the ridiculous Dr. Bombay, Cornershop (Brimful of Asha), Run DMC (It’s Like That) etc etc etc…

Stupid music from the 90s
I didn’t have these, thank goodness.

And there was the beginning of Backstreet Boys in late 1995. Their first single was ‘I’ll Never Break Your Heart’, the music video was of them at a skiing place and there was snow and lots of boy band emotions. Back then I loved them so much; when they came to Malaysia for a showcase I got my second sister to go squeeze with the crowd so that I could have photos. She got me a BSB t-shirt as well, it was so cool heh. I got their self titled album in 1997, played it so much that one day my mom gave me a shock by singing ‘As Long As You Love Me’ correctly.

Then when their next album came out, it was so crap that I got disinterested in them.

There were other boy bands too, such as Worlds Apart, Code Red and so on who obviously didn’t leave much impression.

And before there was hot Kylie as we know her now, there was Louise Nurding.

Louise Nurding

She was with then-Liverpool bench warmer Jamie Redknapp (now they are married and have a kid), she was the darling of Brit-pop (don’t think she could sing that well but then she was h-o-t). S said that back then, Beckham could suck kok (he still can now).

Hmm what else can suck kok? Oh yeah bands that sound all the same today like Simple Plan and company. PFFFTTT!!!

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad’s suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs

- Beautiful Ones; Suede

A thousand thundering thrills await me
Facing insurmountable odds gratefully
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

Shock shock horror horror shock shock horror
I’ll shout myself hoarse for your supernatural force
The female of the species is more deadly than the male

- Female of the Species; Space

Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
But what price now for a shallow piece of dignity

- A Design For Life; Manic Street Preachers

The future teaches you to be alone the present to be afraid and cold
‘So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists’
Bullets for your brain today but we’ll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper turns me into a gutless wonder

- If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next; Manic Street Preachers

Pop rock alternative songs today… no depth… no substance… nothing that’s not been said before… recycled tunes… 2 or 3 miserable albums then putting up a Greatest Hits album… PFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!!!! Only The Killers are doing a good job. The popularised others… PFFFFFTTTT!!!

Or maybe I am getting older… :(

Before Harry Potter, there were…

Some book covers from the 90s

There were also…

Some movies from the 90s

And Casper, Pocahontas, Beauty & The Beast, Aladdin, Reality Bites, Free Willy, Home Alone, The Mask (the debut of Cameron Diaz)… all these I remember oh-so-well.

And there were: Saved By The Bell, Blossom (Mayim Bialik), Seinfeld, Home Improvement, the Olsen twins always babies in our eyes…

And HOT child actors…

Child actors from the 90s

I didn’t know that Jonathan Brandis committed suicide in 2003. Seaquest DSV was one of our favs.

One of my favourite movies of all time is Now and Then in 1995, starring Christina Ricci, Thora Birch, Devon Sawa, some other kids and some grown ups like Demi Moore.

Now and Then movie screenshots

S’s top 10 reasons to go back to the 90s :

1- Smash Hits
2- ponteng
3- budaya bohsia
4- who had sex and who hasn’t
5- metrovision/mega tv/astro
6- hitz fm in the beginning

Unfortunately she stopped at 6 because I had to go off somewhere.

But man, those were the days.

We’re stuck in a path
Where fashion is fast
And nothin’ is lasting
It’s all ghetto blasting
And Lord knows
Where it goes
But I know
That if so well I want to tell you
We’re tired of the 90′s
We’re tired of the 90′s
Tied to the 90′s

- Tied to the 90s; Travis