If life was like a train, then we won't have problems with crossroads.
Of non-sleep that is.
Discounting the short nap I managed to steal and my friend's humble abode(45 min leh, or maybe even less than that, cos I was woken up by first the Postman and then my Producer who conveniently forgot to tell me I needed to send something, somewhere, thus screwing up my somehow, somewhat, SleepSongSong plan...)
22 freaking hours and still up and running.
Correction.
Up and sitting, having to sit down on meine's fav toilet bowl taking a crap...
22 friggin hours that I'm awake, and its not because of mahjong(which would have made me done so voluntarily) but because of something call WORK.
What I need now is a good shower, some nice music in the room, eye-thingy that you use in airplanes to block out the sunlight that's filtering in, warm comfy bed, and oh, my Dog Dog of cos.
And maybe before I sleep I need to think if its all worth the moolah that I'm looking at...
Jus hope I stay awake long enough to prevent something like this from happening:
Oh and I still possess no good feelings for feline creatures.
Why?
Cos I was speeding with a white Beemer who thought he/she/it owned the road.
Speed that I hit when I passed a police van?
Somewhere in the region of 190+ km/h.
I didn't look back, I carried on speeding all the way to the exit of the expressway, and the max speed that I hit in my darling Mini?
198 km/h.
Shiok...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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 ---
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?
It still takes around 9 minutes from Marsiling to Choa Chu Kang.
The route remains unchanged.
But what about the people taking the route?
I was on the train back home last night.
Got a knee-jerk reaction when I saw, of all people, an AJC student on same train.
The guy got off somewhere, but when the train stopped at Marsiling,
I thought I saw myself getting off too.
The boy in an all white attire, the girl in a white top and red skirt, walking in the direction of the flats, the boy trying to walk as slow as possible.
The boy in a grey blue attire, always at the head of the train, eyes eagerly focusing on the faces on the platform, then running to the carriage where she'll always alight on, feigning non-chalence but panting like a f**king dog inside, heart almost always missing a beat.
So many years ago.
We've grown up now, grown apart now.
The times and memories were eroding.
But every single f**king time I pass by the station, I re-live them all over again.
The train rumbled on.
Homewards.
It always did, and it'll always do. (for some time at least.)
The 9 minutes will go on, as it always did.
I'll have to get down after the 9 minutes, leaving pieces of me scattered on the tracks.
How many 9 minutes have I spent trapped in this limbo?
How many pieces of me are left to be scattered?
9 minutes.
Some things just remain unchanged.
But there're things that are so different now.
Let me just keep this 9 minutes of my life,
stored in some private folder,
in my mind.
I started to crank up the volume on the iPod...
Long day, sore throat, tons of shit job waiting for me to take care, home to a screamin mum.
Why can't real life be as simple as reel life.
Just act your part and everything will be fine.
First day of shoot last night.
24 hours of no sleep from yesterday.
Just managed to get back home in a gruelling 1 hour plus taxi ride that involved me telling the taxi driver the destinations, concussing in the midst of trip, waking up sporadically to say bye, and eventually gave up trying to sleep due to a full bladder coupled with sub-zero wind blasting from the air con.
Guess what the first thing I did when I got home?
Made myself a bleddy cup of coffee.
Hence the ability to blog as of now.
Thinking about the days ahead of me makes me wanna cry sometimes.
Thinking about the day ahead of me makes me question the need for any sleep in the first place.
Thinking about the eventual culmination of the efforts that we all put in for the film is just the right tonic for me to carry on.
1 day down.
Many more days to go.
PS: Even though I have free days, but these free days will be spent either shopping for stuff that we didn't have time to get, doing touch ups, sending people round, etc etc. So expect me to be free only after the 11th of Feb.
PPS: Clubbing session after all this shit?
7th time I've been ruled offside.
Should I keep running for the damn ball?
Last Thursday, I think I reached home at the ungodly time of 4 in the morning or thereabouts, which was technically Friday.
Last Friday, I think I reached home at the insane timing of 630 in the morning or thereabouts, which was technically Saturday.
Last Saturday, I think I reached home at the unbelievable timing of 6 in the morning or thereabouts, which was technically Sunday.
Last Sunday...
I think you get the picture.
These were endless nights I must say.
From a movie/supper/talk cock session with the Snake, Lady Boss and Kevin on Thursday,
to a heart to heart drinkin/gossiping session at Cubsy's house on Friday,
moving on to a class gathering interrupted by a recall to the Snake's lair for 1x good mahjong session on Saturday,
and finally, some sense of normalcy on Sunday and Monday.
Supper, coffee and talking cock.
Thus the early release today in time for this post.
Work has been hectic, as usual.
Running around, driving around, for today, painting around.
Don't be surprise to not find a blog post here for some time.
I need to work ye know... since Genting hasn't been too kind to me and the alarming rate that the monetary assets are disappearing...
Plus the slight urge to join the 4 mahjong-ing engineers for their Europe grad trip = $$$
Oh and yeah.
To all those that made these nights endless.
Thanks.
Its nights like these that keeps me going on.
PS: Eh guys, I can't play any more mahjong liao, getting quite scared of it even though I not so hardcore as you all...
PPS: Please wait for my return for 1x solid clubbing session. I TRY not to drive so can drink. More? :)
My ears are still ringing.
My throat hurts like hell.
My vision is still quite blurry.
My world is still spinning, sort of.
Worst of all, my whole f**king body aches.
But dang... I don't wanna stop.
Even though last night's li'l session really kept us up all night. (I reached home at the grand time of around 5-ish in the morning...)
Looks like it's gonna be my last clubbing session for some time to come.
Work is almost here.
And lucky for me the timing for my work today has been pushed back.
Hence the post at this time when I'm supposed to be somewhere in the region of Jalan Besar...
It was the same whole chink gang again.
Sort of.
The same ole people that I was bowling with during the last and first day of the years.
The bunch of people that filled up the spots at the roulette table in the heights of Genting.
The very group that played soccer(a bit insane if you ask me) the very next day we stepped home.
And also...
my clubbing kakis for last night.
I really should hang out more with other people. :)
But in any case, cheers.
The Graveyard last night was for ye all...
PS: Pegs you were right, the damn bleddy thing is STRONG.
PPS: Jase, lucky we didn't yam seng the damn thing...
PPPS: Now I remember why I can't take Graveyard...
Been caught up with a helluva stuff.
NYE, New Year steamboat lunch, soccer watching, packing up, Genting, soccer... the list goes on.
It's been quite a whirlwind for the past week, from the NYE bowling session:
to the Genting trip:
For more pics, you can wait while I try to upload them somewhere, somehow, sometime later.
In the meantime, time to start preparing for the work that's about to hit me...
This will be about the trip, the one about Honky Kong-ed.
The very first post of the new year and I'm doing something that's supposed to be up last year.
Guess some things never change...
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The place of residence in Macau.
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And this thing here is supposed to be a fire extinguisher???.jpg)
A big-ass Xmas tree. Those 2 beside me are my bros.
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Macau through a window pane. Blurry...
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Our 'home' in Hong Kong.
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Don't ask me why but I happen to like this fountain.
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I don't even know how to begin describing this 'burger'.
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Me with Claws...
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Another reason why I like this particular fountain...
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Back to civilisation....
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Measly fireworks on Xmas eve...
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That's it folks.
The end of a year.
Another year.
This 06 seems to pass by in a flash, maybe its me, maybe its more than me.
From schooling to slacking to finally working.
All in a span of a year.
What a year it has been, but as usual, meine reflections of this year will come...
much later I suppose.
Given the half awake state I am in now and the slow ticking of the clock that will eventually strie the tune for my departure... let's leave the heavy duty stuff for another day eh.
As of now, I'll be happily munching on my chocs, transferring files, surf, read.
And finally say goodbye to 2006.
Hello 2007...
I have no idea why I'm hammering this post out on the eve of my departure to Hong Kong.
Must be the damn vodka...
On the other hand, maybe it was the lack of effort and a hell lot of other reasons that I have yet finished the Grand Project to show to someone.
Maybe that's why I'm hammering this out now, instead of resting for tomorrow.
Cos I have things left unsaid.
Things left undone.
I want so much to tell a certain person that I would love to talk to her,
but I dunno if I can like her.
I want so much to tell her that guess what?
I kinda like her....
Maybe it'll be pointless,
maybe it'll be useless, after all that's been said and done.
But I will never want to be in a 'what-if' situation again.
Hence, the madness in wanting the project to be completed.
We all have our fears.
Mine is that you'll never know how much I like you.
Friggin morbid/mushy post.
Think I best get some sleep.
See ye all after Xmas...
A great movie outing.
What's a good movie?
A free movie.
Yups, and kudos to Nings, we got free tickets to catch Confessions of Pain, and I must say.
Good show...
But shan't say so much cos I'll be accused of spoiling the show,
which I have been guilty of many a times. (if ya're reading this...remember X-Men, Jase?)
Anyway, here's some pics that I should post up before a gang of people appears in front of my house to demand them....
Cubsy and Jono with cute li'l Santa hats
Blurry pic of people looking at the menu.
Junyan(man of the night) and Nings starting the insane moments of playing with sparklers(hoped I got the spelling right)
Group picture in the cafe.
Either Jono was walking away, or he's... walking away.
Nings, Danlin and Jono
Nings and Me.
Still nings and Junyan fiddling with the sparklers...
Danlin in a cute pose.
Our 2nd group pic. Pity the uncle who wanted to take a good shot of the scenery when all we wanted was US in the picture...
I call this. Winter Sonata. :)
The rest of the pics.... I will attempt to condense them and sent them to ye all.
Somehow.
Sometime.
In the meantime, I hope all these pics will suffice. For now at least :p
PS: Those interested parties will be relieved to know that meine "Winter Sonata" pic was not taken anyway lomantic. Venue was Shaw Prince, just opposite Beach Road. And the damn things were Xmas decorations beside Subway, though Danlin commented that they looked vaguely like something from Chronicles of Narnia....
PPS: For those who are really interested, the scarf was not mine. It's Kev's. He brought and wore a scarf to meet us. Here in friggin' Stinkapore and its weather. Rock...
PPPS:I don't usually smile like that. USUALLY.
Wednesday
Had lunch with someone from the past.
My past.
IF.
If this had happened, then things might have turned out differently, eh?
But like what we agreed on.
It doesn't make a difference now babe, does it?
Dinner:
Tony Roma's at the Orchard Hotel. Hence the long sleeved shirt. (archally that was for another place but we shan't dwell on that...)
The rest of them feeling rich and eating rich would be: 
Lady Boss
Mr Snake(aka Xiao Bai)
And finally, the man who jus came to join us...
Kevin Wee aka Lobart
After dinner activities,
Eragon.
Not a bad show, but not good either.
3 ciggys out of 5.
Not worth a weekend watch.
The 3 survivors of a friggin' fierce Tony Roma's dinner.
Thank you guys, for the dinner invitation, the show watching, and of cos, the company.
One of the reasons why I still miss NUS...
Thursday
The (un)holy Four-ckers meet up at long last.
Holland V, Starf**ks. 
Mr Wong and Mr Snake
Jem our resident swindler.. I mean lawyer.
*Notice I wasn't in the pictures cos I was the one taking them, plus I have'nt gotten the rest of the pics from Jem yet...
We should do this more often too guys.
Our meet ups are too far and few...
Evening was steamboat dinner with the crew of "Love under the sign of the Dragon".(corny name I know...)
As usual, I got lost trying to navigate the labyrinth of life = late.
Had a relatively ok dinner.
Had a better coffee session later though.
Define irony:
Irony is me missing you even though you were sitting just across me.
Irony is listening to your 'love rival' telling you things that you didn't know about a certain someone, things you wished you knew, and things you probably won't know if he hadn't said anything.
Ah... the little ironies of life.
To top off an exciting day, met up with the Snake, led him to MoS, and proceed to leave the car there.
Reason being?
Sending someone back. But that's for us to know. And not for ye all to find out.
Friday
Stayed at home.
Nuff' said.
Saturday
Housewarming party at Jase's 'house'.
Sunday
Sleep.
Soccer.
Dinner.
Soccer(watching).
Sleep(or the lack of it)
And this week, well, its a whole new week folks...
Collide
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
-- Howie Day
I have no idea but this song has been on repeat recently.
It's raining now.
It's raining for some time now.
Outside.
Inside.
Reality check yesterday.
Treading on a thin line between bravery and stupidity.
One might even say confidence and arrogance.
What say you?
My back hurts,
my shin feels sore,
my toes feel numb,
my throat feels itchy.
My mind's a mess.
And my heart.
Whatever that's left of it still aches.
K: You're like Ichigo, I can't see your resolve.
Me: Eh?
K: I can't see your resolve in doing this thing. Take for example, your waking time this morning. You're never late for something that you want...
Me: Hm...(while still trying to digest my lunch and drink coffee at the same time)
Me: I guess you're right...
K: I only agree to help you in this because I believe in what you're doing, if not, I wouldn't take MC...
--fast forward to 10 minutes later...
Me: You're right. I need to have the resolve to do this thing, if not, it'll be wasted.
Me holding the damn ciggy like upright between my thumb and index, grasped the coffee cup tightly, and looked at K straight in the eyes.
Me: This, I promise you... Is my Resolve.
Thanks biatch.
You made me remember why I was doing all this.
Phase 1 is almost complete.
Wish me luck for the remaining parts...
Need to stay at home more often.
Yup.
I suddenly feel like my house is kinda alien to me nowadays, given the amount of time I spent outside and at home.
It's a miracle my parents can tolerate it thus far.
Plus I need some time to stay home and really blog, instead of just hammering out a few words and try to pass it off as a post.
Come think of it, its been quite some time since I've updated everyone(who still bothers to read meine blog) and myself on what's been happening in my life now.
A summary would be:
Working
Driving
Drinking(both coffee and beer and what nots)
Thinking/Planning
Talking cock
I need to do settle down somehow.
Here's to friday then, the last day of my contract.
And till the next time...
3 simple words on a handphone screen.
Sometimes, they make my day.
Sometimes, they don't.
Hope
Revelation
Euphoria/Disappoinment
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