Operation Zouk starts... now

Finally, the long awaited Operation Zouk with the RECCOS guys is finally here.
In about an hour's time I suppose, seeing how I'm waiting for Berd da Anaconda to finish bathing so I can use the toilet to 'style' meine hair and slap on some make-up and stuff.
Right.

If all else goes wrong, this will be the 3rd night in a row I'm overworking my liver.
But seeing the weakened state that I am in now, drinking should be the last poison I need to inject into the system.

The blood is pumping, the heart is around there, the spirit is willing, and the flesh... well, the flesh can be tempted to move by 'some' drinks and ciggys.

And since Berd da Cock is ready, let's get it on!!!! 

Und bitte!

In english, meaning: "And Please".

Such is the manner the Germans start their filming process.
But basically, its the same shit to me.

This is a helluva tough shoot.
Maybe its because my favourite gay buddy Kevin Wee ain't working in this one,
maybe its because there's usually only one PA that the Assistant Director like to find,
maybe its because the other PAs are occupied with other logistics stuff.
Maybe maybe maybe.

My arse hurts.
Seriously.
My ankles are getting swollen.
And numb.
Thank god for Tiger Balm medicated plasters.
My back is starting to give way.
Again.
My hands are scratched by some KNN plants.

The list goes on.

But I'm doing what I like.
Despite the aches and the pain,
the constant lack of sleep,
the deprivation of social life,
the neverending arguments with my parents and such.
I like this job.
I really do.
And I'm glad Ed pushed me into this, instead of letting me just go NATO on him(again).
Thanks bro.
I owe you 1x big one.

I really appreciated what Horny told me last night.
That I was living my dream.
I guess... in a way, I'm living the way that I want my dream to be realised,
maybe its un-glam,
I'm underpaid, overworked.
But step by step.
I will walk through the f**king path.

Till I can't walk no more.
Or I strike the lottery.

On a lighter note,
working with Germans are quite interesting.
They're perfectionist,
which makes life on set a living bitch,
but life after set much easier.
Cos they most often than note will wrap on time, or even early.
It's their principles.

Oh, and Wong Li-Lin's in this shoot.
One word to describe her:
HOT.
End of story.

There's so much more that I can babble about, so much more that I can crap.
But my f**king eyes are giving up on me after an hour of sleep last night.

Taking a nap now before heading to the snake's lair for match watching.

Till the next early wrap...

The Friday, Saturday and Sunday after...

Friday

The stage was set. 
The time was right. 
The players, they were ready.
Most importantly, the ball was inside.
Inside the car boot.

And so there we were.
4 guys playing 'monkey' in the middle of the night, in the middle of a carpark in NTU.
Me, Berd, Beng and Jase. (Xw too shagged to join us so he became our audience for around 5~10 minutes before driving off. Actually I think he was on the phone lah...)

It was fun I must say.
4 guys playing like it was the middle of the day with absolute no regard for anything else.
Shiok.
Topped it up with supper at the '179' coffeeshop. Or in some of them's words, the 'Ah Lian' coffeeshop.

Saturday

Various states of vegetation at home and my grandma's house.
Managed to pull myself together to meet Jamesy boi and Kevin Wee.
Was supposed to be this sudden desire to have a get together on Wee's birthday.
Too bad Mr Horny was away in Shanghai.
There were umbrella poking, reckless driving, sharp braking, toilet searching, cigarettes smoking, match watching, beer drinking and best of all, butt crack ogling.
And not to forget the talk on the way home.

Sunday

Stoned at home.
Dragged myself out for the Arse-nal Liver-pool match.
Came home.

And now, let's see what we can do for this week....


 

Never say NEVER....

Never say never.
That's what my boss(aka Daniel) said to me like what, 10 minutes ago?

The reason?
Reason being: I'm friggin back at Chris' studio again.
For those who dunno(which includes most of the people reading this...), Chris' studio was the site for my very first shoot.
The shoot that lasted a grand total of 25 days(including preparation and clearing up...)
It was also the shoot that led me to work with Boku films, and the subsequent projects later, yada yada...

To cut a long stor short, me and Kev were having a smoke break just before the end of the shoot and we did mention something like never coming back to the studio for a long long time.

Guess what.

In less than a month after the wrap of the first shoot, we were back here again, for a product shoot.
And now.
I'm back here again.
For another shoot.

Here's to saying NEVER.

One can never say things too early.
Really.

PS: Anyway I'm typing this out at Chris' studio, in Ubi Ave. 3, leeching off his wireless... Song Bo~~~~

PPS: I'm falling asleep.... :(

Dreams. Reality. Check

Sometimes, it only takes a moment for a dream to die.
Boom. Kaboosh.
That's about it.

Much as I shamelessly try to convince others(more often than not people like Kev, Snake etc...) and myself that maybe a certain 'dream' of mine is happening, or can happen, it is only a matter of time before it dies.
It just died.
Last friday.
 
So much for the I'll do this I'll do that. 
When it came to the crunch time, either I was 
1. too busy
2. to shagged
3. too scared.
*if you ask me, option 3 happened most of the time, with option 1 a close 2nd...

Finished.
The shoot for Zizi has ended. 
And so did my dreams. 
She's out of my life. (for now I hope) and its a near-impossible chance that I will get to talk to her, much less ask for her contact number and stuff.
And the sister you say?
There is a fine line between being brave and stupid.
Asking for her number on the risk of losing my professionalism(and my job) is just plain stupid.
Your friend, you say?
Bollacks.
That is absolutely insane. Not to say that it will totally turn the other party off.

So there.
I didn't get to get any contact numbers, signature, picture, yada yada.
All I got was a train full of memories in my mind.
And of cos a paycheck.

The other dream died when we(me and Kev) met up with JW.
Erbium?
Nah.. I don't think so.
I saw the instant death of the dream when he uttered the words:
"Basically I'm sick of that idea.".
We were too... I guess.
To a certain extent.
There were some times that we thought it might make it.
During the coffee sessions, the smoking sessions, the supper sessions....
We told ourselves, that if we ever start it, we'll make it to the highest and become the biggest.
In the end.
We just waited.
Look at us now.
All figures on different paths.
One following the need, the other following the riches, and the last one following his dream.
Am I sad?
Honestly I don't know.
I like what I'm doing.
But I'll do what it takes so that I can do what I like in the future.
It just that our dreams took a reality check.
And realised that it was found wanting...

How easy dreams die.
Just over the weekend is enough...

  

Another quiet sunday?

I thought that today will be a quiet day for me.
Playing ball in the morning, clearing up some stuff in the afternoon, taking a nap, dinner, etc etc...

But guess what?

I can seldom spend an evening at home without having a shouting match with my parents.

Yes.
It is that bad. 
The only time when I can have some peaceful evening time at home is when:

1. they are both out
2. mum is out
3. dad is out
4. i'm knocked out.

No wonder I FUCKING hate to stay at home.
 

Suddenly, I dread the words: "Its a Wrap!"

Its not often that I dread to hear the words that signal the end of my work.
Last night... no I mean this morning, was probably the first time that I don't want a shoot to finish.

Why?

Cos I'm filming with Zizi!!!!!
*for the un-Timmyified, Zizi is none other than Stefanie Sun Yanzi, my favourite-st celebrity of all time, the only woman in the world(other than my mum) who can make me tremble at the sight of her... the list goes on.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I was lucky enough(with Kev also) to do this shoot with Zizi, so what did I do to impress this lady of my dreams?

I served her rice.

Yes.

Lim bei was the designated bugger who was supposed to hold this damn bowl of rice to serve her.
But lo and behold!
I got an appreciative THANK YOU and a smile that made me melt. Literally. Although this can be explained by the intense heat caused by the bleddy lights but whatever....

I still can't get over it.
ZIZI SMILED AT ME!!!!!

I think I might faint.

But I never leh.
Cos I professional.
Wahahahaahahaahahahahahaha~~~~~

And to think that bloody Kevin Wee wanted to bring a belt to leash me.
To spare Zizi the emotional trauma should I go ga-ga and 'Hello' her.
Too bad he got locked at home.

Oh, and the icing of the cake was.......
Zizi's younger sis was there too.
And she smiled at me too.
Wahahahahaahahah~~~~~~
It's like having 2 Zizis smiling at me.

Phew~~~~

Not to mention the cute gal who was acting as Zizi's 'younger sis'.
Another eye candy for me to pass the time while waiting for the 'main course'.
And yesh.
She smiled at me too.

I figured it must be the new hair.
Or my BO.
Or both.

Need to get some sleep now.
Its late, I'm shagged, and Kev is peering over my shoulder while I'm trying to translate these euphoric feelings into words.
Tsk tsk. Shame on him.
*Yesh, I'm staying over his place cos I noob enough to tell my mum it was an overnight shoot(which it almost was) hence leading to her double locking the doors = no place to sleep at home.
** And I'm still trying to persuade the biatch Kev to share his bed with me.

PS: I might have a chance to work with her again.

PPS: Did I say that Zizi smiled sweetly at me?

PPPS: She touched my hands also. I'm not gonna wash them for at least 3 weeks.

PPPPS: Damn I just bathed.