We have had a rare treat over the past few days. We’ve been able to sit back and watch mobs tear apart Dawn Yang for having gone under the knife. I’ve recently wondered if these inquisitive assholes have a right to know everything about her. For all those who’d love to mourn Princess Diana publicly, well, let’s just remember she got killed while speeding away from papparazi. Maybe celebrities deserve papparazi because, after all, people think they deserve to know.


Is privacy such an outmoded thing these days? It’s like there’s this trial by fire newborn celebs have to go through: once tipped for having potential, every particle and pore of their lives is examined, dissected, put out on display and pushed under the microscope. Everything, from what they might love wearing, to what scent they use, to what foods they like, to what brand of hair-wash they prefer, to reading double-meanings in their sentences, reading lies and innuendoes in innocent remarks, etc.

It all looks like a deluge of angry, voracious green-eyed’s swarming all over her. Those who survive and don’t leave carcasses behind then take their place amongst a constellation of stars, forgetting such juvenile ragging. I truly wonder if anyone deserves all that: it’s as if people are saying, “Nah, you want to be famous, let’s have a piece of you first. We’ll chew you out, rip you to shreds, then you’ll truly be a reflection of the best in us”. Take that whichever way you want.

Or go here and take whatever you want from the other posts. I smile as I type this, because I know it’s pretty ironic that this post has turned into yet another Dawn Yang special, falling on at least one side of the fence. (Does it really matter which side, anymore?)

She’s become a big hole in the ether, dragging everything and everyone down one swirly little whirpool. And what a little storm in a sinkhole this has turned out:

  • The quoted-out-of-context line from Xiaxue (a journo’s revenge? poetic justice, even?), and btw, Xiaxue says “Fuck you, Jean Marie” : my little subversive contribution, I’m sure.
  • A pissed off Hottest Blogger entrant. Ms Nicole Hu looks extremely hot, though. It’s her smile, I think, and her shoulders, probably, but all idle thoughts I’m sure; she hates invasive voyeurs like me, it appears. On the upside, I don’t think she’ll have trouble convincing people of her charming personality, honestly.
  • Kahsoon’s grovelling in pure, orgasmic pleasure and waving about his willy, all in celebration I gather. He’s like a bumbling, bumbfucked slave-trader dancing across Town Square celebrating his happy exploitation of other people.

What an image.

Watch out, people. We’re a brave, new generation of hopeless fuckheads juiced up on the celebrity game. We’re a mind-blowing, all-consuming hoarde of unwashed villagers.

Maybe ‘we’ should get paid for this.