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.

Monday Blues, Hamstrung and of yah. Work...

Its the damn Monday again.
Work is supposed to start in exactly one hour but at this point of time I'm still blogging.
What the fiack.

Totally no mood to move at all.
Maybe it was the pulled hamstring from yesterday.
Or maybe I'm jus too plain lazy.

The coffee is still unfinished.

To work, to work...

And I think I hear "ACTION" again...

I really should be sleeping early today. 
Come think of it, I should be sleeping now. 
Call time is like what, 8 hours plus later? 
And the best case scenerio if I'm there late?
I'll probably be fired on the spot. 
The worst case scenerio?
Getting my arse ripped open by everyone ranging from the director to the assistant director to the producer to the art director to the talents to the sound guys to the lighting guys to the camera guys to the android.
Oh wait, strike the last one out.

Anyway, its been quite a fair bit of time since I've last blogged. Again.
Reason being: 
1. My router has moved to a position so blocked that I can't even receive any signals from my bro's room, much less my room, thus the only signal that I manage to conjure out from is my neighbour's. Which is unstable at best.
2. I've been gaming too damn much.
3. I'm just plain lazy.
4. There's really nothing interesting happening in my life now at this point of time anyway.

Oh wait.
Maybe there was.

Let's see...
it has something to do with a certain Gundam Model and a modelling shop, throw in the owner of the shop for good measure.
As for the story, it's blog-worthy, but not for today.

Today's a night to rest, have an emo-trip(no thanks to you bitch - Kev) and maybe sneak a beer or 2 upstairs later.

So long...

Finally done...

Finally its over for me. 
As of now at least.

The van is back to where it was,
so are the clothes, 
the boxes, 
the cartons of drinks,
the this and that. 

I'm back home too.
Staying home pretty much for the next few days I guess.
Except the odd trip back to the office to get the cheque, returning of fines and books, blah blah blah.

Was tellin Kev over lunch today, if we continue in this line, our social life is going to be shat.
Not to say that we have terribly exciting lives now anyway...

Few things that I really need to do these few days:
1. clean up my room
2. clean up my bags
3. clean up myself (right...)
4. pay bills/fines
5. return books
6. borrow books
7. buy air brush(hopefully)
8. buy new Gundam models
9. buy street soccer boots.
10. PLAY SOCCER

The normalcy of life still hasn't caught up with me.

On...

Time
20 days since I've last posted,
15 days(hopefully!) till the end of the shooot, 
and 2 days since I've met...

Money
It's never figgin' enough

Friends
Some I see, some I don't.
For those who I was not able to meet up with, I'm sorry, will try to meet up after the shoot. 
For those who I was able to meet up with, you guys are lucky. lol
I do miss having the time to see everyone. 

Driving
I like driving. 
But not when averaging 120+ km a day, having a damn box that beep everytime I go over 65km/h, and stuff behind the van that makes weird sounds when I make that sharp turn. 

Ciggys
Some days I smoke.
Some days I smoke a lot. 
Some days... I just quit. 

Eating
Recently eating became less of a need, more of a chore. 
I eat to sustain myself. On a meal a day. Dinner. 
Rest of the time, I have either no time or no appetite. 

Drinking
I need my beer. 
And whiskey.
And wine. 
And vodka.
And the list goes on...

Love
Told Ed last night, no... the night before, that I stopped believing in love a long time ago.
Maybe what I stopped believing was the notion of love that I had. 
But love is... just a lyric in a children's rhyme? 

Dreams 
She said: So what was your dream?
He said: I wanted to be a musician.
She said: So were you good at it?
He said: Eh? No lah.... 
He said: So what's your dream? 
She said: I want to be fashion designer.
He said: Then what happened?
She said: I have no money...
He said: Hahahahah! Isn't it the same as me?
She said: No, we're not the same. You're giving up your dream for money. I'm doing things that I don't like to get money for my dream...
So what am I doing?
Am I pursuing my dream?
Or am I living the dream?

Family
Minimal contact with them recently.
Longest time I spend with them is around 4 hours, which is today.
Mum still hasn't spoken more than 10 lines to me, in a week. Rock.

Reading
Doing bits and pieces here and there.
Starting on Life of Pi now, might take some time to finish.

Sleep
Having bad time sleeping.
Having not much time for sleeping to be exact.

Job
I'm ok with this job.
At least I'm learning things.
Things about the art side of a production,
things about the art side of myself,
things about... well, just things.
My boss(es) ain't too bad. They're pretty good actually.
The only question is: will this be my first and last job?

Football
Didn't manage to play ball,
managed to watch ball but was pissed after watching.
Managed to scam some points for my Fantasty League team. (Ed, I think I overtook you again, wahahahahahaha!!!)

Misc
Already plotting the next 'project' after the shoot.
But need time and money. Kevin Wee might know something about it.
Oh wait, that makes it 2 'projects'.

PS: For those who are interested in meeting me, call me after the 9th of Oct. That's when I'll most likely be done. In the meantime, will be consumed by work(I hope not...)

PPS: And that's all for now folks.

A Tale of 2 Extremes...

How's life recently for me?

Of extremes I guess. 

Either I'm not at home, or I'm always at home. :)

Been out for the weekends. 

Friday was at Minds Cafe with the RECCOS guys, had tons of fun there. 
Lots of laughs, like Snake and his Workers' Party mentality, Yifang(dua soh) and her 'look' whenever Xw block her, Seng and his 'dog-shit' luck, Jase and his 'follow Seng' mentality.. the list goes on...
Topped it up with supper at Geylang = SHIOK~~~

Saturday found me in Bedok in the evening, due to some cock up at home, couldn't meet my future boss. Sigh.
But managed to catch Wee wee at Bedok for a cup of tea and some talk cock session before meeting some of them Sutcliffe people for dinner.
Topped it up with a trip to Ronald's house that climax-ed with 5 guys in the car with Eiffel 65's "Blue(Da Ba Dee)" blasting in the background = ROCKING~~~

Sunday, Monday and Tueday wasn't that exciting. 
I stayed at home. lol

And that's the story of my life. 
Of extremes.... 

BansheeCat Dolls, F**k That and Westside...

What happen when you put... 
2 bored and sleepy guys in a car
an iPod 
and 20+km of road in between. 

You get a string of songs. 
Murdered.

Songs we murdered to become our songs:
1. Don't cha feat. Busted Rhymes(by the BansheeCat Dolls)
2. Back for good(by F**k That)
3. Fool again(by Westside - ok this one cheating a bit cos Ed got off the car liao, only left me singing...)

Tickets are selling at 1 pack of Marlboro each. 
Ear plugs provided, barf bags are available upon request. 
Tomatoes, rotten cabbages, eggs, knives, spanners, chairs are not allowed.
Video recording devices are welcome.

Venue: In the Tim/Pimp/Fat Mobile aka lim bei's car

Time: Whenever we get too bored. But can be done immediately if chio bu/babe put in 'special request'.

PS: We welcome any fans still alive after the session. We are not to be held responsible for madness, loss of hearing, foaming at mouth, spasms, therefore, parental guidance is strongly encouraged. Better still, sign a consent form first.

PPS: Kudos to jie jie(Jayne) who sat through various sessions, the newest song being murdered being Unchained Melody by the Wrongness Brothers.

How about lunch at Ed's, prawn-ing at Jurong, supper at Bedok?

Had curry at Ed's house yesterday afternoon. 
Thanks once again to jie jie(Jayne) and Ed.
Good to have Paul for company too, both in eating and smoking.

Home cooked meals just taste extra good.
Like Ed said, it just felt so surreal.  
It did.
A rainy afternoon, a hot bowl of curry, a plate of glazed chicken wings... 
We need to do lunch again, yah?

Supposed to meet up with Kev in town.
Imagine the shock and horror when I heard that the Snake and Lady Boss was joining us too.
Had a hard time deciding what we were going to do.
It was a choice of movies ranging from SnaP(Snakes of a Plane) to Love Wrecked.
Both were as tempting as a strawberry cake. Yucks.

After much debating and even more trashing of bad ideas, we finally decided to do this:


Prawn fishing. Snake(Xiao Bai) just relac one corner on the chair while the cam whore(me) just needed to act cute.

Here's the other kakis:

Kev(Wee) and Berd(da Anaconda)

Not forgetting our fisher(wo)man of the day:

Lady Boss(Pei Pei) who fed us with a grand total of... wait, 7 prawns. (for the record, lim bei caught 0, wee wee caught 5, and I think berd got the other 2. Wait, that means Snake also catch 0?!?!?)

There's a special place for people who didn't manage to catch anything:

The BBQ pit. (nabei, how come me and berd like quite happy like that?)

Oh... take a look at this:

I'm hungry again. Though I'm still sore from the fact that one of these buggers pinched me...

And at the end of the trip, we realised a few things:
1. its a cheaper hanging out alternative than drinking, since we can share rod = cutting down costs.
2. we can come better prepared next time, ie: bring snacks, drinks, ciggys, and most importantly, BBQ stuff. Really! The uncle told us that we can bring stuff to bbq here while we attempt to complement our diet with prawns.
3. there're roles for everyone to play. And its based on meritocracy. If you can't fish, then you jolly well go be a cook/bait hooker(the poor bugger who has to put the bait on the hook)/prawn peeler(the unfortunate sod who has to peel.. more like rip the prawn off the hook)
4. that it's quite fun actually.

Marlboro moment of the day(its worth not smoking a Marlboro for):

 
Tim(walking towards Kev): Hey, how's it going balls?
Kev(staring at rod): Hm... still nothing 
Kev(staring at water below the rod): Eh, why is the float moving towards my direction ah?
Tim: You cock-a-nathan!!! That means there's a prawn tugging it lah!!!
Kev: Oh.
Kev proceeds to pull the rod up with a prawn dangling on the hook while Timmy bends down to start laughing his balls off.
Sweet.

Through a wine glass, not so brightly...

Yes, I've found the bottle of whiskey again.
Apparently, this damn thing is older than me and probably taste better than me, since it was one of the many wedding gifts than my parents received.
I think.

But oh well, can't say no to a bottle just wasting its life away can I?

One of the few pleasures in life that I have now, and drinking free beer/whiskey/wine any other day is just one of them. 
Smoking too. 
Only catch would be I can't smoke in front of my parents, unlike drinking... wait a minute, I don't really drink in front of them too...

And guess what, I've forgotten the purpose of this blog post.

Oh fuckit.

And he said: "Do we have to?"

Me: Hey ask you something ah... for all that's been said, how come we never think of explaining things to our parents?"

Him: "Do we have to? Our actions will prove them wrong."

I hope that day will come. 

For now, we're still jobless, and I'm not so proud of it anymore.
I'm broke, harangued, nagged at, looked down by... the list goes on.

Am I too slack or still trying to hold out for the perfect job?
Even I dunch quite know about it. 

The late night supper for this Saturday were various forms of  'TT Durai'.
The score for the fantasy league is quite dismal.
The time I reached home was around 3.
The time I spent playing Dota is around 2 hours.
The time I have to sleep is slightly less than 2 hours.

And I'm still jobless.
And broke.

I quit.

PS: For those who sees funny symbols, try changing the encoding. I dunno what the fiack is wrong again...

So MOS it was... and Changi too.

Either I'm getting too old to club, or I'm getting too damn old to club.
Maybe I should've went down Mambo last night.
But I have a feeling if I gave up MOS tonight, there will be some people out for my blood...

Anyway...

Some miserable shot I manage to take of the bash.

Didn't think of bringing anything remotely resembling a camera sans my trusty phone down, so there...

Me and Kev talked about it on the way home(he was going home, me was heading to Changi chalet) and we realised that the people that we club with makes a difference.
Not to say that the company we went down with was bad, but like always, it just feels different.
We do see people we know here and there, saying hi and all.
But nothing beats the feeling of just walking around looking at people you DO actually KNOW, not close but you do know of their existence, like "hey, isn't that so-and-so dancing with this-and-that?".
Or something like that.

Our era has passed.

Remind me next time to just go clubbing with people I know.

Changi was another story.

Scene at the Changi chalet. Playing the drinking game.
One word: alcohol. I think there was more alcohol than food. Serious.
And for those who are concerned, nope, I didn't drink and drive. I drive after I drink, and piss-ed.
Remind me to try my darndest best to stay over at chalets when there's more alcohol than food.

PS: Thanks to nings and jono who organized this clubbing trip. And kev for comin along too.

PPS: Thanks to my li'l sis who managed to get me into the members' area for catching up session and free champagne. Best champagne in the world? Free champagne. Catch up with you soon...

PPPS: Special thanks to Mel and those buggers who tried to slosh me. Thanks ah, I was driving you know!

Violin & Tea. Day 3... all the way

Dang.
I've realised its simply too much work to clear the backlog of blogs, and instead of wasting time blogging when I can better spend it on Dota and what nots, the choice seems simple.
Post whatever picture I can think about that sort of highlight special moments for the day.

Day 3:

Whoever says filming isn't dangerous ought to be shot. Can you imagine the diaster it would have been if Ed fell from the top of the truck/lorry/vehicle?
Amsal would've been crushed.

Day 4/5:

Gone fishing. Paul's(ed's bro. Real bro) cafe. Come here for a visit. And try the almond coffee, it rocks.


So I was playing Scrabble. But no choice, I had to keep Paul and gf entertained. The things I do for the shoot...

Day 6:

Busted tire because rental company refused to pay more for a new tire. And they expect us to drive back to the company in this condition?!?!?!?


"Eh Tim, what's toh pi xiang shi jia hu jiao li?"
"What the hell is that?" - searching furiously on the menu.
"Neh, that one lah, on the right, 2nd line from the left."
"Erm Ed... you're supposed to read the menu from left to right, not top to down." - doubled up laughing.

Day 7:

Filming in front of the Asian Civilisations Museum

 
I might be caught/sued/persecuted for this but heck. You don't get to take a topless shot with Sir Stamford Raffles everyday...

Day 8:

We're still there, trying to finish up...

 
Utopia. Was it really going to be the promised land for us too?


Dinner. Good dinner. Best dinner. (cos it was free...)

Day 9:

Just 3 guys and a camera to capture the passing of time.


Ed trying to act cute.


Some things are remain unchanged in spite of the light and shadows.

Day 10(was sick, so didn't take pictures)

Day 11

The things we do when we're bored.


The last shoot.


Amsal giving us the thumbs up sign. Just a sign of the feelings running around at the period when we heard the final 'CUT'.

And that's all folks.
Need to sleep and recharge for my MOS trip tomorrow night.
In the meantime, do give me a call if you miss me.
If not, take care now, bye bye then...

Violin & Tea Day... What the, its a WRAP!!!

It's a wrap.
Wanted to do a more picture-ly blog but in the end realised I was too lazy and busy to do anything at all.
But stay tune for the rest of the days, if you're interested.

In the meantime, it's a wrap.
Mixed feelings.
Glad that its over, sad that I won't be seeing these people for some time.

Off to sleep now.
1 more day to go before I can truly rest.
Logs day tomorrow...

Shameless selling of the *Arri 35 BL2 camera by Ed.

*I was forced to change to this technical sounding and unfortunately correct name for the camera. By the man himself of course.

Testing...

Testing testing...