First off heartiest congratulations to our Londoner friends for having won the bid. Remember to email your Parisian friends and tell them 'Good game mon ami!'

I am sooo mean.

Singapore did a rather good job for this meet, but we were immediately disgraced when the three singers sang the Olympic anthem. Can you just imagine what the French must be thinking?!

C'est orribil... Evien moi can zing bietter zan dat!

Or, oh God, Placido Domingo, watching the live telecast from wherever the hell he is (Vienna I think, recording Parsifal).

Ninguna esperanza, usted perdedores inútiles, ninguna esperanza.
No hope, you useless losers, no hope.

Either the soprano (as usual) was too loud, or the other two's (baritone and mezzo-soprano) support cannot make it. All I could hear was the soprano's voice and a tinge of mezzo and almost no baritone at all! ARE YOU A FREAKING MAN OR NOT?!?!?! And the diction, OH MY GOD! You can just picture me with tears running down my face as I stare at the telly screen helplessly. All I could hear was dueh ya wah ha la a a ya... throughout the entire song! And you thought Joan Sutherland was horrid. Geuh! *shudder*

orchestrated by Renhao at 8:42:00 pm
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