Life has never been better, ironically.
With 20 more weeks left, the end is finally in sight.
Its still to early to begin the celebrations and jubilations, but there is a scent of an inevitable victory, a triumph of all that is good and free over the impersonal machinations of real world politics and the systems of oppression it spawns. NS is just one of them.
In the meantime, Singapore Idol has re-commenced and I have decided to boycott this season because a very promising Gayle Nerva was kicked out in place of the not-as-good Jasmine, who got through only because of the sheer number of friends she had.
I'm beginning to tire of this farcical Idol show on local TV. I once thought it was a great way for allowing those with true talent to gain the skills and confidence needed to develop that talent and give the rest of the island a refreshing emergence of new entertainment. I'd also respected a few finalists for their courage to dream and brave attempts to perform in the face of the relentless scrutiny of the public eye and the retarded judges who seemed (and still seem) keen only on imitating their counterparts from the US. Taufik was indeed a worthy champion, unlike his arch-rival Bengster lowlife who was so popular among his fellow Bengland lowlifes.
Having said that, this new season has altered my perception deeply. There are thin lines dividing honourable courage from sheer stupidity on one side and greedy, self-worshipping, ego on the other. Many of the contestants seem to fall on the wrong sides of the two lines. They're mostly either half-witted imbeciles who keep bashing their heads on a brick wall (mostly the sort who didnt even make it to last season's finals, and still tried to enter this season's); or else vainpots seeking cheap popularity, at best, and arrogant bastards and bitches who think they're going to win the title because they are just too good for the competition, at worst. You can read it in their posturing, their struttering on stage.
Then there are the judges. The judges! What a misnomer! As if they had the originality of personality and character to qualify themselves for their job. Instead they preen and pose and play-pretend to be the figures judging American Idol- the worst of the lot being Ken who tries ever so hard to make himself Simon Cowell but fails ever so miserably. Watching his painfully pathetic attempts at mimicking Cowell simply makes me cringe- an experience that becomes more excruiciating the more he tries to frown and mutter biting comments. If there ever were pirated personalities as there are pirated VCDs and computer games, these people are prime examples.
But nothing earns my contempt more than the fans. The fans epitomize the problem with the show, the way it emphasizes fickle popularity in place of appreciation of true vocal talent. Just look at the hordes of brainless, air-headed screaming fans! These bird-brains are worse than poseur judges attempting to mimic their Western counterparts. Its the fans that really piss me off. They do nothing but scream and wail and screech and vote for who is popular and not who has true talent. Look at the amazing number of votes Sylvester won last season. None for true musical talent, all for his Bengster appeal to all the lowlife Lians in the heartlands. Empty-headed bimbotic shitters.
But not all is lost, because the World Cup 2006 has kicked off in Deutschland!
Germany was awesome in the Group Stages, having 8 goals in the opening matches. Incredible. But the best match in my opinion was either the Great Australian Comeback against Japan or the Holland versus Cote d-Ivoire game. The Argentines' spanking of Serbia was too surreal to be enjoyed, though Cambiasso's goal was wicked sick. Speaking of goals, the best were probably Fring's sorcher against Coasta Rica, Kaka's against Croatia, van Persie's stunner free kick, and Rosicky's guided missile against the Americans. Pity about the Czechs though, I liked them. And Ronaldo the Bald Fatty was damn funny to watch. The spitting image of a clown. Just like Barthez.
Which brings me to the one match I didn't like, the France-Korea one. All the Koreans did was to run around and gang up on opposing players on the pitch, and make lots of ugly fan noise off the pitch. And they still grabbed an undeserved draw against France and King Henry's sweet goal, via Park's lame-ass flick. Its bad enough that the squint-eyed shit plays for Manchester United, its worse that the goal he scored was retarded and totally un-football-like in its entirety. If his finish had some class I would have applauded, but it was so scrappy I felt like turning off the TV.
Oh well its quite a decent show for Arsenal on the whole. 5 goals thus far, 1 from van Persie, 1 from Thierry Henry, 2 from Rosicky, 1 from Freddie Ljunberg. Master Wenger will be well pleased. But I think he should get another defender to replace Campbell. William Gallas looks like a good choice. He should also get red-hot Fernando Torres too!
That about sums up the weeks in June. I'm beginning to prepare for my applications to Oxford, so I guess more of my posts will have a political flavour to them.
