I had been planning to blackmail Nanny Wen into joining me at a Donut Factory queue.

She’s very easy for me to blackmail because she’s always doing naughty things that she doesn’t want the Goonfather to find out. If anyone hasn’t already figured it out, the Goonfather is Nanny Wen’s kor kor (big brother) in the “adopted” sense.

So, anyway, Wen just told me that she has a temp job starting Monday. Yech. I mean, I’m really happy for her. Having a job beats spending her entire school break watching YouTube videos and installing silly programs on the Goonfather’s computer and incurring his wrath.

But who is going to queue up for donuts with me now??

I was thinking of making it an outing. You know, queue for the sake of queueing and not entirely for the donuts. The donuts would just be a nice bonus.

I tried joining a Hello Kitty queue years ago because I thought it would be fun to do something stupid with friends. We’re only young once, you know. We started at 11pm (to queue up for the 7am opening) but the queues were already full by 11pm, can you believe that?

We literaly drove to all four corners of Singapore in search of the most remote McDonald’s outlets we could think of, but they were all full. Yes, they had barricades and signs saying “QUEUE FULL”. There were literally hundreds of people queueing at every last McDonald’s outlet in Singapore.

OMG Singaporeans. Sometimes I’m horrified to be a Singaporean. We ended our search at about 3am, after four hours of searching, disappointed. Hahaha.

Anyway, last night, I read Mooiness’s donut blog, which linked me to IZ Reloaded’s donut blog, where he had done a report on the Donut Factory queue. What a great report. It makes me want to go queue up even more.

I mean, why not? Instead of hanging out with your best pals at Starbucks, why not hang out with them in a donut queue? You could chat, catch up on each other’s lives, bond. Sure, you don’t get chairs and service. But Starbucks’ chairs suck (so hard they bruise my spine) and service is overrated. I’d really rather sit on the floor in a donut queue. BYO drinks and snacks if you must.

Isn’t that a perferctly valid way to spend an afternoon? Of course, if you’re going to be queueing alone, then that’s silly. Queueing should be a social activity. I think social queueing is a more meaningful activity than, say, couch potatoing. So people should stop giving crazy queuers (excepting crazy loner queuers) a hard time.

And now, I’ll have to go find myself another victim. Sigh.

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If you’re looking for something to do tomorrow night (TGIF!), why not mosey down to Velvet Dragon?

There’s a Mr Singapore pageant and my actor friend, Louis Fong, is a contestant. Hahahahaha.

It’s kinda hilarious having a friend who’s a Mr Singapore finalist, but I totally support him because he is such a great guy and the most dedicated actor I’ve met in person.

Louis getting into character at a camera rehearsal.

I’ve known Louis for only a year or so and our paths have crossed four times. Two shoots and two acting classes. If you count auditions, that’s five times. Well, Singapore entertainment is a very small industry.

Louis and me at our first shoot together. This was actually a prop photo.

In the time I’ve known him, he constantly amazes me with his determination to hone his craft and I’ve seen how he’s gotten better drastically since the first time I met him at an acting class.

There was this time he shaved his head just to audition for an NS recruit role in a short film. How’s that for dedication?

So, enough plugging. If you’re free, do go support Loius on my behalf. Members of the audience will be given stickers to stick on their favourite contestants, and I think the guy who gets the most stickers wins. Haha. Damn funny!

Event: Mr Singapore
Time: 9:30pm
Venue: Velvet Dragon (Merchant Road - previously Club Momo)
Entry: Free before 10:30pm (or is it 11pm?)
Age Limit: 18 years old and above
Vote For: Louis Fong, contestant no. 4

Topless Louis! Wheeeeee!

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On Monday night, I was at Golden Village VivoCity to watch Ocean’s Thirteen with my friends.

The Goonfather surprised me with these!

Super cute Mario mushroom bedroom slippers! I was surprised when he turned up with these after disappearing for 10 minutes.

But I wasn’t surprised when I left my present behind at the cinema. I had placed the paper bag under my seat and then forgot about it by the time the movie ended around midnight.

I only realised it when I got home.

Siiiiigh.

So, the next day, I wanted to call GV VivoCity to ask if they have a Lost and Found service. Couldn’t find a phone number. There was only GV’s head office’s number, so I rang that. I kept getting some stupid machine instead of a person, so I emailed them to request for GV VC’s number, stating my problem.

By Wednesday evening, still no reply, so the Goonfather took me back to GV VC to find my lost bedroom slippers. We found the Lost and Found guy, who leafed through his book and made some calls. Five minutes later, he told us that nobody returned the slippers.

Gaaaah. Who would want to steal a pair of cheap pinky mushroom bedroom slippers??

I don’t blame GV for my loss since it was totally due to my own forgetfulness.

I’m just miffed that they didn’t reply my email, causing me to make a wasted trip there. It’s been 48 hours since I emailed them and still no reply! How hard is it to just email me a phone number?

It’s unfortunate that I can’t boycott GV because everyone loves GV. So, unless I want to watch movies alone, or totally stop watching movies at the cinema, I’ll have to continue giving them my money. Eeew.

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Nanny Wen is always playing silly pranks, but they always backfire.

The other day, we were meeting the rest of our friends for a movie. I picked her up from her home, then we drove on to pick The Goonfather up from work.

While waiting for the Goonfather to come down from his office, Nanny Wen decided to hide on the floor of the backseat to surprise the Goonfather.

I said, “Oh yeah. He totally won’t be able to see you, like that.”

“Eeeeeee!” she yelped, “Hide me, hide me! Use your jacket!”

So I threw my windbreaker over her body.

“Can see me now? Can see me now???”

“Yes, I can see your head.”

“Cover meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

So I sat Mushroom on her head.

“Can see me now? Can see me now???”

“Nope.”

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!”

“Yup, it’s perfect. The Goonfather is not going to notice a strange heap on his backseat.”

Then the Goonfather came. I got off the driver’s seat to let him take the wheel. Now, his habit is to toss his PSP on the backseat the moment he gets into the car.

He turned and looked at the backseat for two seconds, expressionless, and then he gently placed his PSP on top of the windbreaker covering Nanny Wen.

Nanny Wen was keeping very still and quiet at this moment. Her plan was to hide throughout the entire ride and then only spring out when we reach VivoCity to give the Goonfather a great big shock.

After placing his PSP, he turned back to the front and started to adjust the mirror and seat.

And then, he said to no one in particular, “Just make sure my PSP doesn’t fall off.”

With that, Nanny Wen burst out of the windbreaker, red-faced and giggling like there was no tomorrow.

“How come you know I’m there!!!!!” she shrieked, all the while laughing like a maniac.

“Got a funny pile on my backseat, who else could it be?”

“Booooooooo!” said Nanny Wen.

The Goonfather never falls for her silly pranks. But I’ll bet she’s already dreaming up the next prank.

Stay tuned!

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Yeah, I know. I don’t even like wrestling.

So I don’t know why I even bothered to play the YouTube video Kingmeng just posted in his blog. He didn’t even say what it’s about, just that it has to do with WWE.

[Edit: Video has been taken down by YouTube]

But I did play it (I can’t remember why, I must be nuts) and it made my jaws drop all the way to the ground. I felt compelled to check out the WWE website for more info.

The gist of it is that WWE Chairman Vince McMahon is presumed dead from a deliberate car bombing incident.

When I read the report in the WWE website, I felt like I was reading a story because the whole thing seemed unreal. Especially since there’s a well-shot video of the incident, plus investigators have yet to find a body in the wreckage. Interesting in a macabre, horrifying way.

So I watched the video again and this time noticed many strange things. The strange way McMahon behaved the two minutes prior to getting into his limo, the way his hand lingered hesitantly on the limo handle before opening it, the way it took him 10 seconds to close his limo door after getting in, the way he didn’t have an escort or people opening the door for him (don’t rich and famous people always have that?), the way he seemed to know something.

All these make the whole incident look planned. I decided that it must be some kind of trick. Judging by the video, it is quite possible for him to make an escape before the limo goes up into flames. If not a trick, then I would say suicide. Watch the video and see if you don’t agree.

So I did some googling and found this article and this other one confirming my suspicions that the incident is fake. (But there are many more articles that refrain from speculation and embrace the incident as genuine.)

Well, Kingmeng mentioned the word “stunt” in his post, so I suppose he doesn’t believe for a moment that it’s real, either.

Chey.

Er… not that I want it to be real. Just that my interest has been piqued. If it’s a publicity stunt, like some WWE fans suspect it could be, it’s pretty damn good. If it’s not and the bombing is real, then I’m horrified and express my heartfelt sympathies to the family of the victim.

I suppose nobody dares to presume anything before the body, or the man himself, makes an appearance.

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