I listen to my iTunes on shuffle when I'm at work so it's the only time EVER that I actually listen to the 300 other songs in iTunes. Today was Corrinne May day and as I listen to the lyrics all I can think of is

WHOA SERIOUSLY. WTF WAS WRONG WITH ME. WHY WAS I SUCH AN EMO KID.

Her voice is nice. The tunes are lovely. THE LYRICS ARE BEYOND CHEESY OMG.

I wish that time, could be replayed, I'll keep you here with me everyday
They say that love is letting go, I hope that you'll find your way

I find it amusing yet tragic that I'm actually looking forward to listening to Obama's State of the Union address (or at least watch Jon Stewart break it down in 20 minutes with a barrage of jokes) while the last time I sat down and listened to the annual PM address was er... never. Singapore politics? Pfft. I only pay attention when they're giving out GST offset packages and when they raise the price of bus fares, if not.. bleh. Is there ever any interesting/worth debating about going on anyway?

And they wonder why the younger generation's so apathetic to what goes on in the country. 

WHAT RUBBISH IS THIS. ADAM'S ALBUM IS LIKE OUTSELLING THE OTHER GUY'S 5 TO 1, SO WHY IS IT THAT JIVE IS MORE EFFICIENT IN BRINGING HIM INTO ASIA. HUH WHY? YOU PEOPLE ARE IN CHARGE OF CHRISTINA AGUILERA AND DAUGHTRY. YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS.

SO UNLESS YOUR REASON INCLUDES THE WORDS "WORLD" AND "TOUR" AND "HENCE WILL TAKE SOME TIME BEFORE COMING DOWN TO SINGAPORE", I'M GOING TO BE BITCHING ABOUT THIS EVERYDAY UNTIL THE DAY HE COMES TO SINGAPORE YA DIG?











okay not really. But I have a lot of feelings with regards to this.

December 19th, Saturday

If there's one thing really memorable about this Genting trip, is that I spent 400 bucks in 1.5 days travelling to a different country for a singer I no longer give a shit about. (Whaat? Who says I'm bitter? I'M NOT. Okay I totally am) If this doesn't justify the FIVE FUCKING ADAM LAMBERT CDS I've somehow manage to buy over the course of two months, I don't know what will. 

(And I swear to God I have no idea how I managed to do that. Oh wait, one iTunes version, one physical copy, one collectors' edition which was not only fucking expensive, but also a complete rip-off, but never mind, I gave it to Seah in the end, one more copy to Mandy and one JAPANESE VERSION WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE THREE OTHER PHYSICAL COPIES I BOUGHT. I think I need to set up a monthly Adam Lambert expenses account at this rate. I'm fucking ridiculous I KNOW. WHO WANTS THE 5TH COPY? I'VE GIVEN THE CD TO EVERYONE I DEEM WORTHY OF IT AND NOW I'VE RUN OUT OF PEOPLE TO GIVE.)

Alright the weather was really good too. In fact it was almost as cold as Europe and I nearly froze to death because I was grossly inadequately dressed because WHO THE HELL WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT GENTING COULD BE AS COLD AS EUROPE. 

My first time on board Jetstar. I know I'm a spoilt brat. It was okay actually, and anyway it didn't really matter seeing how we were in the air for barely 45 minutes. I was only on my 3rd listen of Bad Romance when the stewardess told me to stop. HOW DARE SHE INTERRUPT THE GAGA. Rude.  

It was cold and extremely foggy

All I remember of our journey to Genting was that we spent almost 6 hours or something before we finally checked into our room. It was all a blur because I was exhausted from sleeping less than 2 hours the night before. I was tired, and very very annoyed by the ridiculous number of gamblers going to Genting. 
So by concert time, I was ready to collapse into a pile, extremely cold and obviously not in the best of moods. But I'm not going to lie: I was looking forward to the concert. So I wasn't exactly a fan anymore, but hey, good music! And my second concert in my whole life!

The very first thing I noticed when we settled down in our seats was the sheer number of grandmothers and infants in the audience. I didn't know Raymond Lam concerts are the new Disney on Ice. I was immediately depressed. I wasn't expecting anything scandalous to happen but come onnnnnnn. I waved my light stick half-heartedly to keep myself from falling asleep while thousands of fans screamed every single time the lights flashed or an announcement was made.

When it was FINALLY time for the concert, I was jolted awake from my dazed stupor by the screaming and flashing lights. WOOOOOOHOOOOO! 

The man of the hour himself, looking dapper in a suit. He looked lovely, although I was scowling at the glittery cuffs.

His first song was that song from that drama show (no really, I cannot remember anymore) which, rejoice!, was something I actually knew. He was good, he sounded nice, he walked around the stage, he walked to the sides of the stage and all the fans went batshit. It was all good. Well within Raymond Lam expectations. I was getting all hyped up from the sheer energy in the crowd. This was starting to look up! AND THEN THIS HAPPENED. 

YEAH EXACTLY. WHO THE FUCK?

I've never ever seen this guy in my life, and judging by the lukewarm response he got from the audience, neither did most of them. Well anyway turns out he's some TVB up and coming singer/actor (aren't they all?) who's riding on Raymond's coattails for free publicity sharing concert time with Raymond. He didn't turn out to be too bad after all. At least he was funny and he was a decent singer and I was entertained (Also, I was extremely impressed by my own level of Cantonese because I understood 90% of the things he was rambling on about)

Unfortunately, things just went downhill from there. And no, it was not because of Raymond's hideous outfits (well that was 10% the reason, but never mind)
The top's fine, but WHAT'S WITH THOSE ALADDIN PANTS, RAYMOND?

NO SERIOUSLY, YOU NEED TO FIRE WHOEVER STYLED YOU THAT NIGHT.

Let me make this clear: he is a good singer. In fact, he's one of the rare few Chinese singers who sound exactly like he does on his cds. He is goodlooking, you can't deny that. Yes, so his songs sounded the same after awhile, and he was sweetly bland, but I know what I'm paying for and who I'm watching. Unfortunately, all this did not help with the complete disappointment of a concert.

So no. It wasn't about the outfits. It wasn't about the fact that owning one album of his did not do me any good because he sang mostly from his 2nd and subsequent godknowswhich album. It wasn't that I was struggling to stay awake throughout the concert, partly from exhaustion and partly from sheer boredom. It wasn't even that the only time I woke up was when he attempted to dance and I laughed myself awake. No, I'm bitter about this whole thing, and will continue to be so because for the amount of money I paid for, I expected a Raymond Lam concert. Sweet boring ballads and all, I don't give a fuck. BUT WHAT I GOT IN RETURN WAS THIS:

A RAYMOND LAM AND FRIENDS CONCERT

AND I THOUGHT THAT GUY COMING OUT SINGING TWO SONGS WAS BAD ENOUGH. After every two Raymond songs, we'd get TWO SONGS BY ALL THESE SINGERS THAT NOBODY HAS EVER SEEN OR HEARD OF. Really Raymond, I don't care if they're your good friends. THE TICKET SAID A RAYMOND LAM CONCERT. IT DIDN'T SAY FEATURING TEN OTHER POMPOUS HALF-ASSED SINGERS WHO CAN'T MAKE IT ON THEIR OWN WITHOUT THE HELP OF RAYMOND LAM. You know what, I can't even remember it anymore, but I'm pretty sure in the span of the 2.5 hour concert, 1.5 hours were taken up by these people singing/dueting with Raymond.

Yeah, Yong Er showed up at one point during the concert for a duet and then two songs of her own (but of COURSE). She's a really good singer blah blah blah but by that point I was so annoyed I really couldn't care less (also, I waved my lightstick a little too hard and the cover flew off and then I had no lightstick)

Thanks to these people (excluding Raymond), I didn't even enjoy my favourite Love Not Guilty (yeah it's a literal translation) song and I was grimacing throughout their encore medley of Christmas songs. Really? It doesn't get more cliched and worse than this, does it?

Fortunately for my own sanity it didn't. I left, feeling extremely cheated and pissed off and swearing I'd never go near a Raymond Lam concert again (unless they have free tickets).

Four hundred bucks for this. Dear lord. The only way I can ever make it up to myself is if I fly to the US to watch Adam Lambert AND then Lady Gaga in concert, but then I think I'd still be left with enough resentment to buy myself a cheap ticket to watch Ke$ha.

Okay, today I will attempt to upload all the pictures and blog all of them in one shot.

ATTEMPT.

I HAVE A NEW HERO. AND A NEW RESOLUTION.

IN 2010, I RESOLVE TO LEARN TO WRITE LIKE NEIL LAMBERT.

http://negativeneil.com/?p=379

I view facebook as the last safe haven of my social networks. Having turned my twitter account into a cesspool, discovered that my myspace account was picked apart by a 15-year-old girl and all my pictures (and friends’ pictures) used in some sort of bizarre internet shrine, I have vowed to keep my facebook account sterile. I regularly delete friends that I don’t immediately recognize, or if I can’t remember why we’re friends in the first place.

That said, I get a pretty steady stream of friend requests. This is not to brag, but to simply inform you of my situation. Usually there are about 5-10 requests per day. Cool, I guess, but not really. I’m not a celebrity and though I make no secret of my identity, I don’t think I should really bear the burden of fame. Perhaps you’re thinking that we could be actual friends if I got to know you or something through the internet which I guess is possible, but I will not be going down that road. At least not on Facebook.

Typically when someone looks me up on FB, there are telltale signs. Do we have mutual friends? No. Is your profile picture actually a picture of my brother? Yes. Is it a picture of him as a child? fucking creepy. Is it actually a picture of you but your hair is jet black and you have the exact same haircut as my brother? Wow. And you’re a woman? ok, that one’s fair since it’s basically Sharon Osbourne’s cut dyed black.

Here’s the kicker though: the fan pages. When you click on someone’s profile you can see what fan pages they’re members of. And that’s where the crazy can’t hide. Yes, I’m talking to you, girl-with-48-separate-taylor-lautner-fan-pages. In fact, most of you are Twilight fans to some degree and you should know that the only legitimate way to like Twilight is ironically. And liking it ironically does not include obsessively joining every single facebook group dedicated to its cast.

My thought process, therefore, goes like this: hmmm, a random girl from the internet wants to be my friend. 95% chance of being Lambert fan and 5% chance of being a porn account. Let’s check the profile, shall we? Ahh! I see 3 Taylor Lautners, a Twilight, and an Adam Lambert. Ignore.

I know that this address comes off as very pompous. If that will assist you in deciding not to be my friend on FB, then let it be known that I am very pompous. Anything I can do to save myself from the soul-crushing task of coming face-to-face with the reality that the same people who tell me they enjoy my writing are the same people who like Twilight, then I’m all for it. I’m beginning to suspect that my not wanting to write negativeneil anymore is partly based on this common thread.

That said, get up on Twitter. That shit is hilarious and I will happily make fun of you all day.

Oh by the way God/Buddha/whoever's listening I'm not fussy, I promise with all my heart that I will not cuss/become vegetarian for a certain amount of time if you make any one of those people on the list get the boot from their record company. Amount of time will vary with the level of shiteous music said person contributes to the music industry. For example, if Kris Allen gets dropped off by his label by the end of this year, I will not cuss for a year. For the rest of them, I'll not cuss for 6 months. 

Seriously. I swear! Cmon, make it happen! Me not cussing is for the greater good!