Alternative kind of gathering, won't you agree?

Played mahjong till the wee hours of around 6 in the morning today.
Though it was a different kind of setting.

The whole of today just felt very warped.
True, there were like most of us family members gathered ala CNY style.
But sadly, the occasion wasn't for CNY.

This is the kind of gathering that I dislike having to attend.
Just don't like the general atmosphere, feelings and the what-nots.
But given the unpredictability of everything and anything, who knows?

Closed one chapter,
let's move on people...

Another RECCOS annual dinner(plus other activities)...

No pictures for the RECCOS 'reunion dinner' this year.
Sorry.
Wasn't sure I could go, wasn't sure I wanted to go(given the strange twist of events unfolding about me nowadays...), plus by the time I went, it was like uber late people were already starting to leave, left, lost interest in gambling and what nots.
Hence I didn't bring my camera.
Plus I didn't know where the fiack it was at.

A great pity I had to miss the dinner this year.
Though in Ed's words, the dinner was rather chop-chop since they were more eager about gambling than anything else, which come to think of it, was no big surprise.

Lemme see the namelist for last night(ie: people that were still there when I reached)
Snake(of cos, he's the host)
Lady Boss(of cos, she's becoming a perm fixture there too)
Ed
Goose
Xw
Berd
Sw
Pegs
Beng
Phil
Yy aka Barry Eng
Yy's gal(sorry I can't remember her name)
Seng
Jase
Furby(though technically Furby should be there, since he's the house pet. But he's so cute, I've decided to adopt him as the RECCOS mascot. Any objections?)
Good seeing you guys last night.
As for those whom I missed, next time eh?

Been one heck of a weird week for me.
This CNY didn't start out too brightly for me, but I hope the rest of the year will...

Don't tell me the truth about love...

轻轻放,

我就是卸不下对你的喜欢...

V: "I hope I don't fall madly in love with someone..."

Me: "Why?"

V: "Cos if you love someone deeply and he loves you back, then its great lah. But I don't want it to be a one sided affair, the feeling's so terrible...."

Me: "Yeah, I understand..."

If loving someone and having someone love you back is priceless,

then what's loving someone and not having someone love you back?

Priceless as well?

And if its not, then why the f**k can't I let go?

Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!

A big shout out to all those reading this:

Happy Chinese New Year!
Gong Xi Fa Cai!

Er, and I don't really know what to say anymore.

Anyway, due to some unforeseen circumstances, I will not be able to go house visiting this new year. So in case I don't get to see you people during the New Year period,
Happy New Year to you all...

Scandals, TV moments, Proposals and Supper. On a V-day...

I realized my Vday every year remains the same, yet different in some ways.
Same = no gal to go out with + swinging single still very much available*
Different = things that I do vary from year to year.

One year was with the newly formed Lonely Heart's Club with the only surviving members being me and Seng. Berd joined the club later.
Ed, Goose and Ws terminated their subscription.

Another year was with Jamesy boy wandering through the streets of Orchard Road, occasionally laughing at the commericalisation of Vday and the masses that became willing consumers.
Topped the night with throwing coins at cars from the top of the Lido carpark before concluding my day staring at Jamesy's pee in a Snapple bottle.

This year's activities consisted of me waking up to a mutha-son size of a headache, getting weird phone calls in the morning when attempting to fall back into a comatose state, hitching a ride from mum to visit my grandma and collect the van, clearing up of stuff, moving stuff from the North of Stinkapore to the Southwest, twice, and suppering with 2 other lonely souls.

Many thanks to Kev and Cubsy for the invitiation, too bad Nings can't join us, and sorry to Giang for not being able to go for your supper thingy.

From west to east we went,
from night to late night we sat.
Scandals.Gossips.
Memories.
TV moments.
(future)Marriage proposals.
Supper was the catalyst,
the drinks soothed our throats and paved the way,
and the smoke created the atmosphere(or maybe not).
It's times like this that I realise how unimportant the 14th of Feb was to me, is to me, and will always be for me.
It should be a day with friends,
leave the romance for another day.A day where you can call your own,
not one tainted with the stench of commercialization and what-nots.
I may fall prey to it someday, but in the meantime,
let me have more Vdays that are special, so that I will truly learn the meaning of friendship on a day like this...

*available only when I'm not working and the gal's a babe.

Road...

I've lost the way to your heart.

Now I even lose the way to your house.

How pathetic...

And... Cut! And pack up quick!!!

The highlight for this shoot for me was probably this:
















Pitching a tent in the middle of Raffles Place... (btw, the guy in the picture is my direct boss, Daniel aka Art Director)
Yes, we pitched a tent in the middle of Raffles Place in broad daylight no less, and proceeded to tuang at the place till a grand timing of around 9 in the evening.
The only consolation was that it was a Sunday night when human traffic was at its least....

It didn't help that we had to tap power illegally from some office building (forgot which one it was though) to fire up our lights = slight pandemonium = quick shooting of the + packing up in double time.
I have never seen a bunch of people disappear so fast before. With a hell lot of equipment too.

Stared at the buildings there, which got me thinking.
Of Erbium*.
Of the initial desire to be one of the Shenton/Raffles/blah blah blah working crowd.
Of being desk bound, being a slave to the clock ticking from 9 - 5.
And then I fell asleep.
No shit.
Just like that, with the first aid kit as my pillow.
Shiok.

And now, I'm waiting for the last hurrah...

*Erbium is something that only a few people will know. If I'm not wrong, then only 1 other guy who reads this will know...

Smashing glass, Farewells and Sunburns...

For those who are interested to know what happened to me these few days, here's a short summary.

Accident.
I rammed into a lorry which rammed into a car.
Nuff said.

Saying goodbyes to actors who finished all their scenes.
Touching. When you know that they've considered you a friend, and you the same.
Memorable. When you see 1 middle aged man and a young man both trying to out do each other but in seeing who can bow the lowest and both end up lying in the middle of the road refusing to get up.
Sad. With the absence of some of them guys will mean that the set will be quieter sans their laughter, jokes and antics. Plus lesser smoking/talk cock buddies. Coupled with the fact that one of them will be flying back to Hong Kong and not knowing when he'll be back again.

Sunburns.
Bleddy hell, now I know that even hiding in a gunny sack(yesh, I had to do the gunny sack thingy again) will not help in preventing sun burns when you're already burnt.
And oh, don't ever laugh at people who're sunburnt. You will kena sooner or later.

As for the days after, let's just say I'm counting down to the end of this shoot...

In the meantime, (tiny) Tim aka Gunny Sack resident aka Timmy signing off ---

Pain sia....

Too bad I don't have the photographic evidence of my wound now.

Oh yes, lim bei is wounded again.
On the friggin lip no less.
So instead of having a stiff upper lip, I now have a SPLIT upper lip.
Reminded me of the time I had a spilt lower lip due to the stunning effort by Xw to volley into goal. With me between the posts.
This time however, was not quite ta-bah-bah-boom.
I just got hit by a flying guitar that I was supposed to catch.
Sounds easy?
Why not?
Just overlook the fact that one is squatting in a awkward position in an environment that is dimly lit(or in this case, lights were lit to create a dim ambience...), trying to catch a guitar that's quite heavy, weird shape-d, and oh... flying towards you at quite a high speed.
Result of my noob-ness: Spilt (right)upper lip* an a hell lot of blood.

Anyway, body is know quite wrecked.
Leaking nose.
Bloodshot eyes.
Split upper lip.
Cuts and scratches all over hands and legs.
Mysterious pain on the left side of the body.

Sigh....

At least we're almost done.

*For those who think this phrase is familiar, yes you're right! We've heard this kind of description before, at a certain lair that we visit, by a certain Zen master of qoutes, no?