Louis is drawn by me; the ballerina is by Botero.
That’s right. If you die and advertise your death in the obituaries.
Now, send my love to all the bimbos and himbos out there. The world’s happiness is yours to own.
Alright. Finally something other than going to camp, returning home, then reading my books and sleeping. I’m growing lazy.
The Supperclub, 1930 hours. Singapore Blog Awards prize presentation ceremony. I didn’t win shit.
It’s a blog competition organised by omy.sg, a bilingual (bilingual means English and Chinese, folks. Your Melayu has to wait) “new media” website owned by Singapore Press Holdings. Those who swear by The Online Citizen claim that this defeats the point of “new media” in the first place.
I have to disagree. SPH is not the government’s mouthpiece.
This is the biggest of the bigshots who were present at the ceremony. I guess he camwhores a little too.
These are ALL the bigshots.
With a PAP laojiao present, the PAP’s youth wing has to put up a performance too.
*Gasp* Look at his khaki pants! This guy must be corrupt!
Just joking. These guys are not the Young PAP. They’re a famous band that plays fusion music. I forgot their name.
Of course I didn’t crash the party. I was a finalist.
Check out the Sgblogawards website.
‘Nobody celebrates second place, tiger.’
- Diego Maradona