(un)Lucky 7

7th time I've been ruled offside.

Should I keep running for the damn ball?

Endless nights...

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? :)

I don't wanna stop, DJ...

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...

From NYE to Genting...

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...

The one about the Honky Kong-ed trip...

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...

Here goes...






The inside of the lounge









The inside of the airport














The inside of the plane.














Champagne or orange juice for me?














The place of residence in Macau.

And this thing here is supposed to be a fire extinguisher???












A big-ass Xmas tree. Those 2 beside me are my bros.

Macau through a window pane. Blurry...

Our 'home' in Hong Kong.

How lucky can we get?

Don't ask me why but I happen to like this fountain.

I don't even know how to begin describing this 'burger'.

Me with Claws...

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...












Another big-ass Xmas tree. This is really big.

Another reason why I like this particular fountain...

Back to civilisation....

Measly fireworks on Xmas eve...

Just looking at the crowd makes me wish I was at some other place...

On the way back to S'pore...









And finally...


The family photo...












Well, at least I got to take a short holiday before the new year. And before work.
Now.... for GENTING!!!!

Goodbye... and Hello!

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...

A morbid post, if I might add...

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...

Confessions of...

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.

On a...

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...

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.
 

Resolve. My Resolve...

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...

I think I...

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...

1 message received

3 simple words on a handphone screen.

Sometimes, they make my day.
Sometimes, they don't.

Hope
Revelation
Euphoria/Disappoinment

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Have you received yours?

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.