Mr Koo saw my Woohoo Bear when he was in the studios to promote Happy Birthday last month. I didn’t know he took a picture until someone told me the image on the left was published in I Weekly last week.

Oh, if you’re a fan of his, he will be coming to Singapore with Daniel Wu next Monday for the gala premiere of The Protégé .

I completed my Super Live Grand Slam last evening- having attended the grand finals of Superhost, Superband, and Project SuperStar in the last 12 months. I was involved with Campus SuperStar in a different manner, but that should count lah.

Wah seh #1- Supporters in red outnumber those in blue ah?

Wah seh #2- Did anyone else think it was very lame for the karate guys to karate chop those red boards?

Wah seh #3- The Vietnam superstar- whom I suspect is trying to go the way Guo Mei Mei has gone- has big lovely eyes and a even bigger mouth hor?

Wah seh #4- Two of the cheerleaders that night were so irritating I almost wanted to walk down and stuff their mics down their throats. Or up their arses. Pardon my language. And the evil plans. All 10 people I surveyed agreed with me though.

PSS II is less controversial than the first, and the dynamics between Daren and Diya was comforting to see. Even the introductory voting videos with the two of them dissing each other sounded so fun and hilarious. What could be the bloodshed of the year evolved into a grand showcase of two new talents singing their hearts out on the biggest (three sided indoor) stage in Singapore. Bravo to supporters from both camps, and thumbs up for the stage design and effects.

Congrats to Daren for winning the title. All he needs now would be some speech lessons and he will be ready to conquer Asia. Since he’d managed to electrify the judges (at least one of them anyway, as we’re constantly reminded…), I’m pretty confident he’ll go a long way provided he has a sound management and repertoire team.

And my heart goes all out to Diya. Any idea how it feels like to walk up the stage knowing that everyone has placed bets on the other camp? While I think the platform for her finale item is much appreciated, I suppose she deserved a more flattering gown. Unless they actually intended to create a wedding cake illusion for that segment. Hmmmm….

My SMS to Yunying:
Oei~ Please tell your good friend I voted for her hor. Ask her don’t be sad k?

Yunying:
You lah! Go and predict Daren will win. Bleah.

Cruz:
Don’t change topic. Go and tell her I voted for her. NOW.

My SMS to Cuifang:
Hey… You’re still the ONLY female champ!

Cuifang:
Seriously, I was hoping for her to win.. Our tears were rolling…

Cruz:
Well. It’s just another day in the harsh world of entertainment…

Ah yes… Life goes on.

The results of one single event may affect, but doesn’t totally determine one’s destiny in this magical world of Entertainment. You lose only when you declare yourself to be a loser. This goes out to all past and future non title holders of Superwhatever.

It was a bad idea to spend two stressful hours watching Babel. I’m a strong advocate of watching silly movies with hilarious plots or slapstick humour on weekends.

I squirmed in my seat in the huge GV Max as I saw a deglamourised Brad Pitt stressing over his wife who was in a very stressful condition. The family who did something to Brad Pitt’s wife in the heart of the Moroccan desert was stressed too. The lady taking care of their kids somehow managed to get herself into a state of distress over at the US/Mexican borders. And let’s not forget the deaf mute girl in Tokyo stressing over love and acceptance. Sibei stressful lah, to watch this movie on a weekend.

Now, I’m not saying that this movie sucks. I just said it made me very stressed. Especially when my bladder was full.

After a much needed visit to the loo, I was sending SOS messages over dinner.

“WRU? 3 lack 1.”

There were the 心有逾而力不足 people, and the 袖手旁觀隔岸觀火 ones.

While we were contemplating to call it a night after futile attempts to organise mahjong, we heard this girl at VivoCity shouting out loud to her friends in Hokkien, “Wah lao! Gao Diam Nia Leh”!”

Translation: Wah Lao! 9 o’clock only leh!

Yes, no one should be on their way home at 9pm. Not when I slept for more than 12 hours the previous night. Hahaha.

Surprisingly, I found a parking lot in no time. There were minimal jams along New Bridge Road but it was generally acceptable and bearable, considering that we are only two weekends away from the Big Day. And the weather was great! I hardly perspired after an hour in the crowd.

(With the Year of the Pig round the corner, I think I should remind you guys that humans perspire. Pigs sweat.)

It’s been a couple of years. The turnout was rather good, though the babel wasn’t enough to overwhelm me. I’ve been trained well at night markets in Hong Kong and Taiwan I suppose. Speaking of which, I’m thankful no one decided to sell smelly tofu at Chinatown.

Like most, we were simply browsing and not spending (enough). Our rather insignificant contributions was to this trio of guys selling coconuts for $1 each. And we paid $2 (!!!) for choc coated grapes at this stall where they had a huge chocolate fondue. $2 is VERY overpriced, I think.

The stall holders were mostly in a joyous mood. A man was actually throwing packets of Taiwanese muah chee at the crowd. And two stalls down the road, this girl was asking questions and trying to give away packets of muah chee.

By the way, DJs from all three MediaCorp Chinese Stations- 933, 958 and 972- will be at the Countdown Show at Chinatown on CNY eve. Right after my magic tricks (emphasis is on the second word- tricks) , I’ve been tasked to learn something and will be performing at the show. It’s a lot more painful and way much challenging for Clumsy Cruz… And fortunately, I’m not doing the finale act this time.

Last Oct, I was the first person to host a show at Dragonfly. And this Jan, I became the first illusionist wannabe to perform there.

Do make a trip to Level 3 when you drop by. Nice walls.