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“What does it all mean?”, I asked myself over and over yesterday.

I wondered over the life of the people around me. The middle-aged pharmacist with two high-school kids and his darling wife, who travels 32 miles to work every morning. The retired bank manager who denies his diabetic history while struggling, blaming it on old age. The wealthy husband who comes back home from work, enjoying his Scotch while his loving wife making sure their kids get good grades in school. The happy retired grandparents with tremendous amount of pleasure playing their music to each other.

The constant unreasonable demands by workplace superiors employees have to meet in their dead end jobs. Every single day of the year. They know they can make themselves a better life by leaving in search for a better job. Maybe it’s just a few miles down the stateline. But at the same time, there are things that keep them glued to their seats. Their kids, for one. Is that it? Kids ruining their entire life?

Then we have the Alfies out there. Who goes around spreading his seeds to little rubber tubes he buys from 7-11s. Who ironically wishes he has a peace of mind to know that there’s someone waiting for him at the end of the day. But what if… things didn’t go his way?

The aged in the Old Folks Home. Depressed. Lonely. Is that all that life could offer?

And finally the story of a janitor, who was once making US$210,000 a year from his old job. His mistake: took a week off because his son was admitted for leukemia. Is that life again?

Allie Keys (Dakota Fanning), who narrated Spielberg’s miniseries Taken said, “Life, all life, is about asking questions. Not about knowing answers. It is wanting to see what’s over the next hill, that keeps us all going”.

The constant need to know what’s next for us. Maybe that’s what life is all about. You think?

Another year has gone. Another winner has been chosen.

It is not easy to be a celebrity. Hong Kong movie stars were known to have slept with authorative figureheads in the entertainment industry. Some would believe marriages in Hollywood remains in Hollywood. Like the America’s Sweethearts. Who could ever thought that Mr. Smith enjoyed the good sex with his wife that he wouldn’t wanna leave her for hottie Rachel Green; or how about the pop princess Britney and her junkie-like Kevin? There’s a conspiracy that baby Spears was actually mine.

Chill y’all, it’s all 90210.

But not in Sydney 2000.

Australian Idol has a track record of producing Big-Momma-sized artistes since its beginning in 2003. But then again, nobody could blame the creators and its three judges of this seriously hyped reality TV series in Australia. After all, the Australian viewers were the ones who casted their votes to 19 10 10.

So do we point the fingers at the Australians for their Big Mommas fetishes or perhaps there’s more to that?

Gay Sebastian vs. Shannon Noll (2003)
 

Seriously? The Big Momma dude with the afro? You Malaysians didn’t fly a one nighter to Australia to vote for ma’ brother here, yo?

Will you guys just quit with the afro? I’m sure my beloved Queer Eye boyfriends would agree that afro should be kept where it belong: In the 1970s.

Casey Donovan vs. Anthony Callea (2004)
 

The result of the Australian Idol 2004 was a definite shocker. Did you people who voted for Big Momma Donovan took stupid pills in the morning with your breakfast?

Generally Australian dudes prefers man-man. They don’t take no advice from faggies like Carson Kressley. In fact Kressley was dissed pretty badly when he came down to give fashion advice to straight dudes who attended the Melbourne Cup 2004. Broadcaster John Laws of Southern Cross Radios was remembered calling Kressley a “pillow biter” and a “pompous little pansy prig” on his popular morning shows.

An alleged rumor that Anthony Callea was in fact crooked came to the limelight; which apparently affected his vote-count to give Miss B.I.G. the crown for Australian Idol 2004. Some say she got the votes for being a native indigenious race, while Callea, well… was part-Italiano. But still…?!

At the moment, we are happy for Callea as he has the final laugh in his music career. He shines now as the true Australian Idol with record sales soaring way higher than his once-competitor.

Hah! Well done, Australians! You finally opened your eyes!

INTRODUCING THIS YEAR’S AUSTRALIAN IDOL:
Kate DeAraugo vs. Emily Williams
 

November 21, 2005. The date we will all remember for weeks. The day the Australian Idol 2005 is announced. The shocking defeat of the 21-year old mother, Emily Williams (right) secured the crown to Kate DeAraugo (left).

The reincarnation of the Notorious B.I.G. has finally happened. In a shape of a woman. This time, white.

Australian Idol 2005 this year was a good hunt for great voices. But it was indeed a difficult year for the voters. Once again the voters flawed another time when they agreed to let the infamous cry-baby Laura Gissara stay on for four weeks before actually throwing her off-stage when she constipated endless pieces of disgraceful performances. It wouldn’t be surprising if Daniel Johns had a tough time shitting when he heard his group’s hit single “The Greatest View” being distastefully-splattered all over Channel Ten.

We have to give the two Australian finalist-divas the credit for having the best voices in the Australian Idol series. Emily Williams won many hearts with her weekly victory dedication to her two-year old daughter, Asia. Her three highly acclaimed “Touchdowns” by Mark Holden (one of the judges) made her the top favorites to win. I secretly wished for Natalie Zahra’s victory; but she blabbed too much with her overconfidence.

But it’s still perplexing as to the odds of every Australian Idol being the reincarnation of the Notorious B.I.G. Perhaps talent speaks louder than physical assets in Australia? Or maybe the young mother was New Zealand-born? There are endless possibilities.

I therefore, demand a reason as to why I’m not voted Mr. Peaceful Blogger (International Category).

Thank you Minishorts and Vincent, Malaysia’s unofficial blog terrorists for providing cheap advertising of my independantly-managed (indie) blog on their respective websites. I was flattered when my blog stats skyrocketed yesterday from a miserable usual number of 0 readers.

There are ongoing issues in the Malaysian celebrity-blogger community, mainly dealing with one’s passion of stiring up blogwars. Yes, it’s a dysfunctional community. Thank the Lord for the existence of indie bloggers like KurtLow.

Still, why do they do it?

Gaining a few extra hundred hits a day might be a probable idea. However Minishorts and Vincent are both prominant bloggers in Malaysia, similar to the likes of Kenny Sia, Suanie and Kimberly. They’re probably already receiving a thousand hits (and growing) daily.

The very gorgeous Minishorts might just be interested in knowing the number of die-hard fans standing behind her if she decides to aimlessly shoot words of hatred in a blogwar. She suggested a dislike for “delusional bystanders, who are too chicken shit to actually take a side” for the fake war that Vincent and her have started, in which yours truly was one of the named bloggers. I am sure she might have accidently left out a few of her readers who already knew their blogwar was intentional, as it was almost unlikely for Vincent to access her blog to pen his thoughts on How To Start A Blog War after their little “argument”.

Most likely it is the need of satisfaction for their attention seeking behavior. They hide behind statements like “blogging is fun”, which really is if it’s applied correctly. But their interest and attitude in starting up a blogwar (fake or not) is the same arrogant fundamentalism that fueled the hatred of the Crusades and the attacks on 9/11. We bloggers (especially celebrity-bloggers) have to juggle the fine line between free speech and malicious attempt to create unnecessary havoc.

The need for blogwars, like the World Wars and Jihad is uncalled for, fake or otherwise. The destruction of rapport among the friendly fellow Malaysians is just not worth fighting for. Save the bitch-fight dramas for TVB and The O.C. and sit back enjoy yet another interesting episode of KurtLow’s life.