Saturday was fun, I think. In a way it was a return of the days of Daud, like watching old episodes of Superfriends that only had Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman and Aquaman (you know, when the dumb kids weren’t interfering). So the cast onSaturday/Sunday morning was me, Farhan, Azmi, Boestaman and Najib.

Najib said something that if he were to actually become a Singapore Idol finalist would be ridiculously incriminating that so deserves to be on here, but because I know he would disapprove (just like Meatloaf) I would do anything to insult Najib, but I won’t do that. No, no, no I won’t do that.

We pictured him in the future making an appearance on Coffee Talk and Hawker Woks, hosted by Fiona Xie. I used to not like her very much but I like her more now because she has big tits for a Chinese girl. Just like Ericia Lee.

mmm…boobies…

Where was I? Oh, yeah…

Obviously he would be going to Mak’s Place, then he would headed across the road to Captain’s Restaurant (yes it’s really called that)… which is housed in the brand spanking (ho ho) new Hotel 81 Changi.

“Hey Fiona Xie, come follow me across the road to Hotel 81!”

“What???”

And the next day’s headlines in The New Paper would read Singapore Idol winner propositions Mediacorp actress!. The worst thing is that I think this scenario is entirely possible. Azmi and I came to the conclusion that we wouldn’t have to do anything to sabotage Najib’s singing career, that he was perfectly capable of causing his own downfall by himself.

I also made the suggestion that Najib dress up as the Merlion and spit water onto the judges, to show his patriotism. He is the future Singapore Idol, after all. In fact, he should dress up as an ATM to show off the fact that he’s also the DBS Idol.

I’m not entirely sure whether or not Brokeback Mountain will be opening in Singapore, but on Saturday I told everybody I would watch it until Anne Hathaway’s naked breasts came onscreen, then I would applaud and cheer really loudly before leaving the cinema.

mmm… Anne Hathaway’s breasts…

Also, we were a dollar short when paying the bill so it came down to Boes to pony up the remaining amount (since he’d ordered the most among us). Since I’d only gotten a drink and I knew I’d paid extra I pocketed the change. Boes insisted it was his change, at which point I had to exclaim “Precious little darling! Too delicate is it? Delicate my foot!” At which point he decided he didn’t want it anymore.

Ah, Why U So Like Dat?. You are the answer to all of life’s problems.

Also, let me say I was shocked, SHOCKED I tell you, to hear that Najib was not aware of the many different singing games on Whose Line is it Anyway?. What kind of civilised human being doesn’t know the difference between the Irish Drinking Song, the Hoedown, Three Headed Broadway Star, Greatest Hits and Song Styles?