Question: how many Indonesians does it take to change a lightbulb?

Answer: no Indonesians hare gene use lightbulbs anymore; they use neons -- secara neons are more economical.

Answer: not my problem, I'm surrendering my Indonesian passport for Singapore citizenship.

Answer: 32,849,000.

1 to appear on the national media to deny that any lightbulb needs changing.

5 to question this denial, considering how all evidence suggests otherwise.

Question: how many Singaporeans does it take to change a lightbulb?

Answer: that depends whether the lightbulb is in the opposition district.

Answer: dunno leh, will this be in the exam?

Answer: I can't be bothered.

Answer: aiyoh! I told u oledi wat, this lightbulb no good wan!

They say one of the things you can't unlearn is swimming. Another, I've just found out, is CorelDRAW.

After hundreds of years, I finally have Corel yet again on my puter. And here's the result.

Current music: Nike Ardilla - Nyalakan Api Kehidupan
Current mood: happy

My fav show -- I demand that y'all know what it is -- is back, woohoo!

Meet the contestants:
Bilal & Sa'eed -- best friends and fathers. Fathers as in, of their respective kids, not together -- just so we're clear. Are they the first Muslims ever in the history of the show? I think so.

David & Mary -- husband and wife. Or as the caption says, coal miner and wife. Err, OK. David -- one good thing about an inter-gender team: you can be sure who's who -- looks physical, Mary looks like a coal miner's wife. Not that I've ever met one in my life, of course.

This is it. The finale of Rock Star: Supernova.

First, some random comments on tonight's episode:
1. Paula Abdul is in the house. Dave's right, Paula, you should come visit more often for real singing talents.

2. Mark Burnett's team still have it. That last part of the first segment with the three of them hanging out in the pool, cut to Lukas snoring? Gold.

It all started with a phone call from Bapak Horasi. I still remember that day, if not the date. I was sitting in my cubicle, acting busy -- yeah, like, what else is new, right -- when the phone rang.

"Eh, nge-band yuk! Lucu-lucuan aja. Ajak RB gih."

BTW, I'm trying to simulate that feeling I had back in the day when I used to read Agatha Christies and wondered, what the fish does that French thingy mean?!

If I were to say that our blogosphere, the world our blogs live in, is saturated, how many of you would agree with me? Not many, I'd guess.

Yet, to me, that's what it looks like at the moment.

You search for a string on Google -- yeah, right, like... Dude, where else! -- and you'll likely end up with thousands of blogs having discussed that topic left, right, center, then back to left (and right and center) again. You read two different blogs by two different authors and you'll probably find at least one common topic that both have written about.

All right, I'm trying hard to refrain from using expletives here. But between missing last night's episode of Rock Star: Supernova, bumping my head so hard I think I lost my consciousness for seconds -- ask Pacarku if you're interested -- and clocking close to 20 hours a day -- no, I kid you not -- in a project not even mine, I can safely tell you what a long yet felt-short week it's been.

Oh well, at least I caught the live results show this morning. The only good thing about reaching home at 8 friggin' -- oops, that's the first and last, promise -- AM.

A warning: don't go on reading if you don't wanna get spoiled on which rocker went home.

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