5 people covering a song on 1 guitar. And Headstock Guy’s suffering.

Title says it all.

Just imagine the amount of coordination, practice and teamwork put into this song just to get the rhythm and timing right. There’s enough problems with 1 person playing a guitar. Imagine 5 people playing the same guitar at the same time. You can see the stress on their faces. I bet the only thing going through their mind is: “Don’t screw up, please don’t screw it up, don’t screw up, please don’t screw it up.”

The guy in the middle looks extra constipated from the stress overload. Perhaps that’s what all the wailing about.

Except the guy on the far right. He has the most ‘screw-this-shit’ face ever.

“Go ahead. Play all the awesome parts while I just stand here and hold the headstock. No, no, I’m fine. Seriously. I’ll just strum a few strings and blare out the chorus at the end. It’s all about teamwork and personal sacrifice after all. Go team!”

This is what the band [wants to] hears.

In private, this is probably going through his mind: “Those bastards, I’ll show them who’s boss. I’ll move my arm!” Even then, Headstock Guy is not even holding the headstock. He’s just supporting it. So in short, he’s a glorified musical stand. Poor guy. No wonder he’s so pissed.

In fact, Headstock Guy has to most expressive face every. And each facial expression chronicles his emotional and mental turmoil.

Ladies and Gentleman, I present you the behind-the-scene story:

Head-on Against the Turmoil: A Picture Story of Headstock Guy’s Breakdown


20 years in music academy and this is what my career has come to. A human musical stand.

__________

Can life get any worse?

__________

Must not cry. Must carry on for band. The show must go on.

__________

Dammnit! Compose yourself!

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Come on! Get a grip on yourself!

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Focus. Focus. Control that quivering lip.

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No tears. No tears, dammit. Not now.

__________

Sniff. Sniffle.

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WHAT? ME CRYING? HAHAHAHAHA, YOU FUNNY PEOPLE.

__________

This is it. My life is no more.

__________

………………………………

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Nevertheless, it’s a breathtaking performance. So sit back and enjoy the video. If you don’t watch it, Headstock Guy cries himself to sleep.

 

 

P.S.: I wrote a shorter version of this post for my society’s blog. Click here to read it.

P.S.S: I’ve disappeared for 3 months (exams, laziness, burnout, and travelling around a country) and there’s a backlog of stuff I have to write, edit and post. So this blog is alive, yet again.

 

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Rally Video for SBA 2011

This will be my last post on asking readers to vote for me in the Best What-The-Hell category in the Singapore Blog Awards 2011.

Last post, promise.

Anyway, about two weeks back, I received an email from omy.sg, the media company organizing the SBA 2011. I was asked to send a video to them for two purposes:

  1. Advertise my blog in the SBA 2011 to raise my blog’s profile.
  2. Rally votes from readers.

In the video, I had to prepare a two minutes rally speech, describing myself, my passion for blogging and last but not least, why people should vote for me.

Pretty simple, right?

The only problem is that I know I don’t have the looks, charm and deep, gravelly voice to convey my sincerity to the people watching my video.

So I decided to do a stop motion film.

I did the stop motion film over two days and sent it to omy.sg. So far, they have not put up my video yet. So I decided to go ahead and put it up on YouTube.

The result is this:

 

 

 

 

I know the film looks pretty crappy, it was the first time I did a stop motion film.

I think I took slightly more than a thousand pictures just for a 2 minutes film. I now have a lot of respect for people who churn out quality stop motion film. Doing one takes a lot of patience, perseverance and more patience. I almost gave up halfway until my housemate took some time-off from her studying and helped me out with the second part.

So now you’ve seen the video, you know my plight. I’m starving (attention-seeking) blogger who needs more food (attention). You can donate more food (votes) by clicking on the big, blue Vote for me here! on the right column.

If you’re not directed to the page when you click the link, then go here. Click on Best What-The-Hell category on the left column, and look for Mr. Toilet Seat. I’m the 4th contestant on the list.

Do the right thing, vote for me and spread the word. Vote for me daily until 3rd July and you’ll get a chance to win prizes. It’s a win-win situation.

 

P.S. I did not steal the bathtub. And yes, that’s the same bathtub in the header picture.

TIL Robin Williams is Santa Claus and has a cute daughter

I was surfing Reddit just now when I saw a link on the frontpage of Reddit.

What caught my eye was that this link is about Robin Williams and his daughter in an ad for Ocarina of Time 3D.

Wait, daughter? Since when did the Genie has a daughter?

And his daughter is named Zelda?

And both of them are in an ad for a game about Link and Princess Zelda?

Mind = Blown.

I don’t play Link games and I’m not a rabid fan of Link games. The only Nintendo games I frequently play are Mario, Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. Melee on GameCube and Super Smash Bros. Brawl on Wii.

I think the reason why I seldom play any Nintendo games was because the consoles I own were Sega Mega Drive 2 and PlayStation 2.

I do have a Game Boy though. A Deep Black coloured Game Boy from the 1995 Play It Loud Series . It still works and I think I have it somewhere in storage.

And I don’t own a Xbox. My housemate has a Xbox 360 but I seldom play the Xbox with her since she’s selfish and only chooses first person shooter games like Dead Space. That’s right, she conveniently chooses one person games. In my one year of living with her, I touched the Xbox 360 a grand total of 3 times.

What a prude.

Nah, kidding. For some weird reason, although the Xbox 360 sat in the living room of our old apartment for 7 months, I didn’t have any urge to manhandle the Xbox every time I walk past it.

So yeah, I’m not a rabid fan of any game console. I prefer PC gaming.

The Civilization series by Sid Meier? The Total War series? Ooh yeah, come to papa.

Except I own a fucking MacBook, so any plan to play PC games usually goes down the toilet drain, in the form of masturbatory semen.

Figure of speech, people. Loosen up. And to my housemate, relax, the shower floor is clean.

Oops, lost my train of thought there. Where was I? Oh yeah, Robin Williams and his daughter in an ad for Ocarina of Time 3D.

…one of my pet rats chewed off half his face

Sorry, I just woke up from a weird dream where one of my pet rats chewed off half his face.

His face looked something like this in my dream. Deep breath people, there’s gore and blood here:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Taken from RatForum.com)


 

Before you get all judgmental, first, that’s not my rat. Second, read the full story here to find out what really happened to that rat above.

This is my pet rat who I dreamt that he bit off his face. I took a picture just now:

 



 

See, Pan has his face intact. 

I gave him a BBQ flavoured chip to reward him. But he ignored me and went back to sleep. 

Anyway, yeah, I know, first thing I do when I wake up is to surf Reddit.

Reddit is like my crack.

Anyway, the ad, yah, I need to show you the ad, fuck I need to stop getting sidetracked.

Here’s the ad:

 



 

Robin Williams has an epic beard here.

And Zelda Williams is insanely cute.

If I have a daughter, I’ll name her Red Alert, and my son, I’ll name him Yuri’s Revenge. Wait… I’m not suppose to name them after an entire game, am I?

Whatever. They’re still cool names.

By the way, if you’re wondering what TIL means in the title, it means Today I Learn.

TYL what TIL means.

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If you’re wondering, then yes, I’ve changed the blog’s theme. I prefer this, the width is wider, the fonts are bigger and best of all, it allows me to do this:

If you’re wondering, then yes, I’ve changed the blog’s theme

Pull quotes, baby →.

As a blogger who writes a lot of lengthy, wordy posts, pull quotes allow me to highlight the important stuff, the main points. 

Don’t worry, the foundation have been laid down, so I won’t spring any more surprises on you. Any additional tweaks to the blog will be relatively minor and won’t disrupt your viewing pleasure.

That’s all folks.

Remember to vote for me for Best WTH Blog in Singapore Blog Awards 2011!

The Blogfather Mission Part 3 and Vivid Sydney 2011

Warning: long blog post ahead. But some pictures to entertain you too.

A couple of days ago, I blogged about the Blogfather mission.

For those who have no idea what the mission is about, read Part 1 and Part 2 before continuing with this final chapter.

For those who are in the know, read on.

So what happened to the Blogfather? The answer lies below

















Taken from Kryxx on Reddit.com



The Blogfather is dead.

I had to put a picture of a gummy bear because the real one was too grisly. But you get the idea.

In his place, will be my blog and I will reign supreme. I shall be the Ah Long of all Ah Longs, the Bak Chor Mee man of all Bak Chor Mee men and women and the new emeritus junior Blogfather  (I’m not that old yet. Still in my early twenties).

I shall be the new l’infantile terrible of Singapore.

Now kneel down and kiss my hand.

But how? How did mrbrown, one of the apex Singaporean bloggers, fall into the hands of a young upstart? 

Well…






















Actually, he never did.

I was the one who failed the mission. No shooting, stabbing, manslaughter or murder ever took place.

So what happened?

First, let’s backtrack to Monday:

Locating mrbrown’s place of accommodation.

On Monday afternoon/ evening, mrbrown uploaded a twitpic showing a clock tower. When I saw the picture, I went into overdrive mode. I knew I’ve seen that clock tower somewhere. I knew it was somewhere in the Sydney CBD but I just could not remember where it was.

Stumped, I asked my housemate for help. At first, she was bemused that after staying near the Sydney CBD for nearly 2 years, I still did not know the location of the damn clock. So she made me guess.

After half hour of guessing, I gave up. I still did not know the location of the clock.

My housemate finally relented and told me that mrbrown was probably staying at the Westin Sydney, since from the angle of the photo, that was the only place where he could have took a photo of the clock.

Fired up by that clue, I started Googling for all hotels, apartments and hostels around Martin Place (where the clock is located). I went to this website and they listed five hotels (the Westin included) around Martin Place. 

To make sure that the Westin was indeed the hotel mrbrown was staying at, I fired up Google Maps and started comparing the locations of all five hotels in respective to the location of the clock tower.

After about 45 minutes of scrutinizing the maps, I came to a conclusion that the Westin was the right place. 10 minutes later, my housemate told me that she show the twitpic to a friend that did hospitality and hotel management. When her friend saw the twitpic, the friend told my housemate that from the angle of the pic, there was only one possible place:

The Westin Sydney.

So I decided to head over to the Westin Sydney the next day.

The hunt is on.


Tuesday:

So after waking up at noon, instead of 6am like I intended, I headed over to the Westin, but not before having a fulfilling lunch at Hungry Jacks. I think it was sometime around 3pm when I got to the Westin.  However, I ran into an obstacle: there were two exits.

While I was loitering around the main entrance, which exited onto Pitt Street, I could not keep an eye on the second, smaller door which exited onto George Street, as my line of sight was blocked by a restaurant. But I decided to take my chance and wait at the main entrance.

So I loitered around the lobby for about 20 minutes, watching the lifts and the exits. After 20 minutes, I came to a conclusion that mrbrown was not in the Westin and probably went for the SPARC 2011 convention at Darling Island Wharf. I checked the SPARC official website last night and knew the location of the convention.

I left the Westin and started walking towards Darling Island. Walking there from Martin Place would take me half hour. But I didn’t want to take the bus as the CDB’s roads was always jammed.

I made it to Darling Island and saw the convention going on in full swing. There were crowds and crowds of people in casual business suits and smart casual attire. I spent half hour outside the convention, tolerating the winter wind, while trying to keep a lookout for mrbrown. I checked mrbrown’s tweets to make sure he was still in the convention. He was there, but hiding in the convention room.

Smart man.

I wasn’t chased away from the staff since the convention took place next to a wharf and a small park. So I was more or less on public grounds. Furthermore, in order to reduce suspicious, I behaved like a tourist and snapped a few photos:



Sydney’s skyline. Click on pic for a larger image.




Sydney Harbour Bridge in the distance. Click on pic for a larger image.



After waiting in the blustery winter evening, with no sight of mrbrown, I gave up and rushed to Starbucks to have some hot mocha to warm myself up. Another reason for not staying longer was that I was going to meet my friends at Circular Quay to experience Vivid Sydney 2011. Walking from Darling Island to Circular Quay will probably take me about 40 minutes.

To add insult to my wounded pride, mrbrown tweeted about having dinner at the Flying Fish Restaurant when I was approaching Circular Quay. If only I stayed longer, I could have caught him. But no… mrbrown chose to come out of the convention when I was a 40 minutes walk away.

So I didn’t get mrbrown on Tuesday. But I did have a pretty awesome time at Vivid Sydney. Here are some crappy, blurry photos I took:



Circular Quay Station all lit up, in red.



 


Some fire dancing to Katy Perry’s “Fireworks”. More info here.



 


An exhibit at Vivid about the moon.



 





 



This is a cool one. It’s powered by solar energy. So if you use your camera flash, the bells will light up with colourful light and music.






 

 

The Custom House decorated in light.




 

My friend and I on a lit bench.



It is the same bench that mrbrown planked on. I wanted to plank on the bench but there were too many people around. Sigh, I can’t even copycat mrbrown.



 

Some wire car next to Sydney Opera House.



So after Vivid Sydney, I went to Max Brenner’s cafe with two friends of mine who were visiting, before heading home. But before I went home, I loitered around the Westin, hoping that mrbrown would turn up. He never did. Dejected, my weary feet dragged my sorry ass back home.

I complained to my housemate who told me what my problem was: staying at one place for an extremely short amount of time. She said that true stalkers camp at one place for hours at time. She told me that to improve my chances of bumping into him, I should go to the hotel at 7am in the morning and camp there.

Like hell I am.

But she did make a good point, so I made a mental note to try and wake up as early as possible. Before I went to bed, mrbrown tweeted about being in Chinatown. I stay pretty close to Chinatown and it was only about 20 minutes walk. I stood next to my bed, debating whether I should go to Chinatown and hunt mrbrown down.

Fuck it, I thought, I’m cold, tired and spent half the day walking around the entire Sydney’s CBD. I’m not going to spend another hour chasing mrbrown around Chinatown. So I went to bed.


Wednesday:

I woke up at 11am. Late again. Feeling a bit dejected, I went to SPARC website to check out the itinerary for the day. Apparently lunch was from 1300hrs to 1350hrs. I had a hurried brunch, fed my rats, took a quick shower and changed into something proper.

As everyone at the convention was in casual business attire or smart casual, I decided to dress smart casual in order to blend in. So I dressed up, looking every inch like a yuppie.

It was about a half hour walk from my place to Darling Island. I reached there around 1345 hrs (1:45pm) and there were still people milling outside the convention. I took a slow, unhurried walk among them. Unfortunately, mrbrown was not among the lunch crowd.

A smart, cautious man.

Not deterred, I went to a cafe next to the convention and ordered a large mocha. I sat outside the cafe for two hours, trying to make the mocha last. In that two hours, I saw no signs of mrbrown.

Frustrated, I finished up my mocha and dallied in front of the convention entrance.

Then I saw him.

Or I think I saw him.

I’m not sure if it was him though, I was standing about 50 metres away and he was surrounded by business-looking people. The only thing I could see was his side profile. As I hesitated, he turned and walked down the side of the building.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do.

So I called my housemate.

“I think I saw mrbrown!”

“Oh. You saw mrbrown. So did you take a photo?”

“No, I didn’t. I said I think I saw him. It may be him. It may not be him.”

“So is mrbrown there?”

“Yes, he is. Wait, are you in the library? Never mind, I call you back.”

I decided to chase after mrbrown, so I brisk-walked to the side of the building. But mrbrown was no where to be seen. Somehow he vanished.

What the…

Goddamn it, I’ve lost him.

I knew mrbrown would be around the convention, but I didn’t want to hang around any longer. It was very cold that day, and suit jacket was not giving enough warmth. Frustrated, I went home, hid under my blanket and took a nap.

My housemate came back in the evening and asked if I managed to get mrbrown.

“No. I though I saw him and when I finally went after him, he disappeared.”

“Oh, you could have went straight up to him when you saw him.”

I shrugged my shoulder, “Well, I don’t think I’m going to chase him down anymore.”

My housemate laughed, “So you broke your Twitter virginity for nothing.”

Damn right.

Despite two days of walking around Sydney’s CBD and obsessive twittering, I failed in my mission.

So I admitted defeat and took the easiest way out: tweeting him directly.


Saturday, 12:37am:





Today, I tweeted mrbrown asking if I could get a photo and his autograph. If you can’t beat the Blogfather, join him. And save your Twitter virginity for someone better.

Therefore, I leave you with the final debriefing on the Blogfather mission:



Debriefing on identifying mrbrown’s locations in Sydney, NSW

Selected point man: Zareth Lim

Target: mrbrown

Target’s last known location: Don’t give a fuck anymore.

Mission goal: Get mrbrown’s photo and autograph.

Current status: Case pending closure.

Method: Tweeted mrbrown directly.



There, all done.

Jokes aside, I want to let everyone know that this was just done for fun. People may think “Yeah, right, you’re stalker, Zareth. Admit it.”

You know what, I did notice by the end of the first day that I was bordering on stalkerish, creepy behaviour. When I first told my housemate that I was going to chase after mrbrown, she told me I was a stalker. When I told my friend at Vivid that I was chasing mrbrown, she said: “wow, you really idolized him.”

Although mrbrown is one of my favourite bloggers, I don’t idolize him to the point where I have his pictures on my wall and underwear. Truth.

On Tuesday night, as I was debating whether I should camp outside the Westin early in the morning, what struck me was how this simple joke could become such an obsession for me. It was frightening, really. It didn’t felt like me but my Twitter updates only confirmed this obsession:





On Tuesday alone, I twitted 7 tweets about mrbrown.

What the fuck.

So I want to state again, that this whole thing was just for fun. And if mrbrown somehow read this blog, I just want to say that I never intended to intrude into your personal privacy.

So I’m calling this so-called ‘mission’ to a close. I know I just twitted mrbrown that I want his photo and autograph. But that was more to let him be aware and to seek for his permission. Even if he said yes, I probably would not meet up him because, really, as much as I admire him, I have better things to do. This whole mrbrown affair, in my opinion, just became a farce.

So yep, no more blogfather mission or “somebody else” mission for that matter. Nope, nada, zilch.

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I want to remind you that the voting for best WTH blog is still ongoing until 3rd July!

So vote for me! Voters will get to win prizes too!

You’ll need to sign in or register before you can vote. (Just a quick FYI: only Singaporeans and Singapore PR eligible to vote, part of the competition’s rules).

Some of my friends said they couldn’t find the voting button. I suggest using Mozilla Firefox browser if you have trouble finding the button.

The link to vote for me is here and you should see this:






So get your voting mojo on!

While you’re voting for me, vote for Estelle’s blog too! She blogged about me (I’m under “Mr Toilet Seat Welcomes You”) and is asking her readers and friends to vote for me (Thanks!). Vote for her blog in the Best Lifestyle category.

And vote for the Cambelles in the Best Social Media Integrated Blog.

That’s all folks. Now quit stalking me.

Nominated for omy Singapore Blog Awards 2011

I was going through my email when I decided to check my Junk folder yesterday.

I hadn’t checked my Junk folder in dunno-how-many-months and made the decision to check it since I haven’t heard back from my presentation group regarding our group meeting.

Unfortunately, my group has not got back to me about our group meeting (our presentation is on FRIDAY). I can’t blame them though, since I’m also taking a very relaxed attitude to our presentation (10% of course marks? Meh).

Fortunately, something else better awaited for me in the Junk folder.

I saw an email from an Alvin informing me that I have been nominated for the omy Singapore Blog Awards 2011.

This was how I felt:


Special thanks to my friend who took this sibeh tulan photo of me.


At first, I was extremely skeptical. I mean, how often do people come up to you and say you’re nominated for the Singapore Blog Awards? Not very often.

Another reason why I was skeptical about the email is because I seldom update my blog and when I do, it’s usually filled with random ramblings and musings. But hey, it’s my blog after all.

Anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I opened the email. This was what I saw:


Click on screenshot to see a bigger screenshot.


Seems pretty legit.

But you can’t be too trusting these days. So I decided to do a bit of ‘detective work’.

First, I checked the email address of the sender. When I saw the email address, using my ‘amazing’ deductive skills, I went straight here.

Yep, it’s a blogger. A very well-known Singapore blogger.

But I was still slightly skeptical, so I went to the “About Me” page and searched for the email address. I found it in two seconds.

The email address in the blog corroborated with the email address of the sender.

But wait! What if some spammer got his email and was sending out some spammy emails to other people telling them that they have been nominated for the omy Singapore Blog Awards 2011? That’s just cruel. Imagine a blogger celebrating the nomination, thinking that his/her blog has finally gain some recognition, only to have their laptops/computers infected with malicious viruses after clicking on the link. Talk about crushing someone’s dreams.

So I decided to do another check. On his blog (the blogger who nominated me), I did a search for “Singapore Blog Awards 2011”. The search gave me this post.

Okay… so now I’m semi-convinced.

But being the semi-paranoid fuck that I am, I decided to sent an e-mail to the man himself and asked if he really nominated my blog for the awards:


Click on screenshot to see a bigger screenshot.


Now I’ll just have to wait for his reply. I set a deadline of 24 hours. If I didn’t hear back from him within 24 hours, I’ll just delete the email and continue with my university life. 

But I got an email from him within the hour:


Click on screenshot to see a bigger screenshot


I felt a bit paiseh (Hokkien for ’embarassed’).

But now I was pretty interested in the blog awards. So I clicked on the registration link and saw this:


Click on screenshot to see a bigger screenshot


I guess I’ve been blogging too much about toilet seats.

So what now?

I’ve decided to enter omy Singapore Blog Awards 2011. As Alvin said in the email, I can enter as many categories as I want to. I checked all the other categories and found only one more category relevant to my blog and that is Best Individual Blog

So this is it guys. I’m gunning for Best What-the-hell Blog (nominated by Alvin) and Best Individual Blog (nominated by myself). I don’t think I’m going to win both, but it’ll be an interesting experience.


BUT


Before I can do that, I’ll need your help, dear friends and readers, to choose three blog posts that captures the essence, or best represent my blog.

Or you can choose your top 3 favourite posts. 

So choose 3 posts and you can FB message me or send me an email. My email contact is in the “Contact” tab at the top. Don’t worry, I won’t go Sherlock Holmes on you.

You have up till 21 May 2011.

Mr. Toilet Seat wants to know your favourite posts:



Hurry! The Blog Awards nominations close on 22 May 2011!

Once I’ve register my blog for both categories, my blog will go through one round of judging by a panel of judges. This take place on 23 May to 5 June. The panel of judges will select 10 top entries from each categories. If I make it through this round, then I’ll enter the next round where the public will vote for their favourite bloggers. This takes place on 6 June to 3 July. The overall winner will be the one that get the most points (30% from voters and 70% from judges).

Exciting, eh?

To find out more about omy Singapore Blog Awards 2011, click on the bright, pink link on the right.

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So how did Alvin discover my blog? Well, I was blogging about the 2011 Singapore GE and linked his blog in the post. The rest is history. 

Once again, thanks Alvin, for nominating my blog!

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This is how I feel right now: