"Priceless". Priceless...

Just finished watching "Priceless" a few hours ago.
Good show, Audrey Tautou(hope I got the spelling correct, too lazy to check) is HOT. Period.
Met up with Jamesy Boi and Kev to talk about the Viet trip which is going to be postponed.
Date still uncertain cos of some last min cock up(so sorry about everythin again Mr Horny...)

What a whirlwind of days it has been.

Clearing admin stuff for work, home and meeting up with the guys, mj sessions, FA Cup final, Butter Factory, soccer match that degenerated to a bloodbath(almost, story to be told to those who are interested...), dinner with parents, etc etc...

Tying up the last of the loose ends tomorrow.
Hopefully.
I would say I'm around 80% done.

Oh, did I mention that I'm going overseas soon?
Like, this thurs morning or something.
Yeah.
I'll be off, for a month, 3 weeks. Take your pick.

Still coming to terms with the fact that my mum decided to be generous and all.
So trying very very f**king hard not to tread on her toes.
Not even her shadow.

Countdown: 2 more days.

But whatever time I have left here, whatever time I've spent with everyone and anyone.
Priceless.
Just sorry that's not enough time to really meet everyone EVERYONE important to me one way or another. To say goodbye.

Shit, it's getting a bit mushy and a wee bit morbid.

In any case, take care now, bye bye then...

Timmy boy, out.
Till next month...

Oh.... thanks.

How do you feel when someone more senior, more experienced, and has seen more people tell you straight in the face that:

"You're fucked. If I were a producer, I'll never ever call you. I'll rather hire someone newer and inexperienced than you. You're fucked. None of the bosses like you. You can't make it one."

These ominous words are still ringing in my head.

Suddenly, I'm not so sure anymore.

I try to dismiss these words as ramblings of a fat ole' & drunken fart.

But then again, what if he wasn't drunk, and oh yah, the part about drunken people speaking the truth, oh oh oh, and then there were the other comments too....

Everything is just happening and changing too fast and furious now...

I need some time to slow down.

And think.

Which I seem to be doing alot lately to no avail...

I'm quite fucked, ain't I?

Whoa...

Too many things to say.
Too little time.
Its 4 hours and counting...

Will be right back after this short stint of something I like to call: Work

Anticipation.Expectation. Moderation(or the lack of it)

Graveyard Recipe:

1/2 package Triple Sec

1/2 package Bacardi 151 Proof Rum

1/2 package Vodka1

1/2 package Gin1

1/2 package Tequila1

1/2 package Bourbon Whiskey

1/2 package Scotch Whisky

Stout

Beer

Anticipated the day I could finally club with the RECCOS people,

expected a happening, wild, and heavy drinking night,

but with the lack of moderation and common sense,

got wasted.

Irony of life:

When you know cock-sure that you CANNOT whack Graveyard, yet still go order one and proceed to pour everything in your throat like it was the last drink on earth.

Head's still spinning.

Wondering if its the alcohol or the lack of sleep.

Maybe both.

I think I better go drink more water or tea...

PS: Many thanks for those who took care of me last night. And sorry for the trouble...

PPS: So when we going for another session? I kinda missed the part where you go to the dance floor and do something call dancing. I promise I will watch my drinking next time :)

I swear...

I fucking swear.
I fucking swear that if ever, I see my younger brother, dying of thirst on the other side of the road, I will not even fucking walk over to fucking piss on him.

So much for blood is thicker than water.

It takes just a fucking bag for me to realise it.

PS: Hell fuck, maybe I'll cross over the road, piss into the drain in front of him, and tell him: "Song bo!"

Totally. Random shit that I've did...

Did some pretty weird things over these past 2 days.
Like last night, seeing that I finished work early. Quite the friggin' early, I decided to go catch a movie.
If possible, get some poor bugger out to watch.
If not, then watch it myself.
Mr Snake was in a half comatose state when I called him. Out.
Me Kev Wee was in the midst of preparations for his raid in WoW. Out.
That leaves... me.

Went all da way down to Lido, checked the timing, decided that it was a good time, waited in line, and received a phone call.
Apparently Kev's raid got cancelled, so yeah, he decided that he was game.
With an hour+ to spare, what's a guy like me to do?
Window shopping.
Topman, Levi's, Billabong, Zara.
So many things I saw, so many things I wanted to buy.
But if I did, then probably I'll have to sell my arse to get to Vietnam. Not to mention the fact that I didn't really trust meine's taste, concluded that it might be better to wait for Kev's opinion.
What happened?
His 'reaching soon' turned out to be the right time.
For the shops to close.
KNNBCCB.

Went to Fong Seng for supper.
Never fails to make me wish I was back in school everytime I'm there.

Today was even more bizarre.
I was supposed to drive down to collect my ic and apply for my driving license(yesh, it's still not replaced) but due to:
1. I overslept
2. I no car
3. I got sms for sudden soccer session
I thought, maybe why not wait another day?

Soccer turned out to be in the late afternoon.
Then dinner.
Then mj.
Then supper.
Then talk cock session(wait lemme rephrase it. It was more like Berd's rendition of his South African trip of his army days...)
Then now home.

Better get some sleep to catch spidey in action tomorrow.

PS: Finally saw the poster and the trailer for the film that I was working in. So excited. Shall post some pics next time :)

End. Game.

End. Game.Finished.

End of the road.
No more treble.

And the whining goes on.

I'm gutted.

Not because they bowed out of the finals.

No.

I'm disgusted because they limped out of the match playing like shit, looking like shit and were reduced to looking like... no wait, they were a bunch of passion-less, headless chickens rooted to the ground after being outplayed and outclassed by a Milan outfit that almost brought tears to my eyes.

Look at the passion, look at the hunger in their eyes and tell me if you see the same in the Red Devils.

Sans a player or 2, the rest looked relaxed, languid and worst, lacklustre(or luck-lester as an officer of ours used to say...)

If I didn't know better, I would say that the M*fia kidnapped all their families and strapped bombs to them, or something like that.

I can't believe I actually lost sleep over such inept performance.

But enough.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, and the glories that await us.
And win or lose. They'll still be my one and only Manchester United.

Glory, glory Man United...
Glory, glory Man United....

PS: I am in no mood to entertain jibes for the moment. Please don't maketh me dulan by sending smses such as "Song Bo!" or something along this line. I try not to make fun at other fans and their clubs' fortunes so please accord me the same respect.

PPS: Only exceptions are people whom I know for very f**king long, people that I'm f**king close to. And babes/chio bu-s. Nuff' said.

No matter how I look at it, it feels weird...

It must be the weirdest moment of my life 5 minutes ago.

Maybe not the weirdest. But definitely weird.

For the 1st time in my miserable 25 years of existence, I actually passed *** amount of $$ to my parents.

Cor blimey!!!

My mum was quite shocked, cos to her, as long as I'm not taking any money from her, its good enough already.

For me to give them some $$, I could swear she was craning her neck to peep outside the windows. To check if pigs were flying.

F**k it still feels weird.

Upside down...

Sometimes I wonder if someone's watching my life, found it too boring, and proceed to turn it upside down.
Bogged down by work that seem to go on even after everyone has moved on, plagued by a nagging splinter of thought that refuse to believe the loss of thy wallet, making appointments and missing appointments because of this and that, coping with the lack of sleep and the abundance of nagging, blah blah.

At least on shit.... I mean, shoot days, things were less topsy-turvy.
Or were they?

Moving pictures, moving on...

Just tonight I had a discussion with a friend who's sorta half in half out of this industry. (meaning he wanna find other job but still taking on production jobs to stay alive...)

I talked about moving on.

To where?

To become a full timer?

To become a better PA?

To become something more than a PA?

I realised I still can't find the answer that I need to discover fast.

PS: I'm still alive and kicking. And apparently mad enough to work even though some people told me I looked green in the face.

PPS: Some kickass pics after this job. Stay tune.

Heading for a breakdown... oh wait, broken down already...

I've always complained to some people who will endure my nonsense that my body was heading for a breakdown and fall apart.

Or something like that.

Guess what?

I just did.

In the most bizarre manner ever.

Cause of breakdown:

1. Fever(expected cos I have'nt been sleeping much or well)

2. Sore throat(I blame the weather and the fried food)

3. Stomach virus. Wait... STOMACH VIRUS?!?!!?!?!

What f**k STOMACH VIRUS?!?!?!?

I can understand the events leading to causes 1 and 2, but STOMACH VIRUS?!!??!

How can I kena such a shit thing when I haven eaten more than 3 meals in the past 3 days?!?!?!

And the food that I ate was like what, mixed veg rice, fried rice and chicken rice, which, ironically, was what everyone else was eating and I'm the only one 'lucky' enough to contract such weird !@#$%$@ thingy?

Sigh.

I give up.

White flag, white underwear, white whatever.

This is getting from a bad year to a worse year.

Is there no good news in my life now?

Still. Stuck in the bleddy office...

I'm like so screwed?
Its probably like late late late in the night,
no, let me rephrase it.
its probably like early early in the morning liao, yet lim lao bei is still stuck in the office.
Surviving on cold water, cold nuggets, cold air and best of all, cold ciggs.(I smoke menthol remember?)

Sigh.

Sometimes its days like these that make me wonder.
Is it all worth it?

Birthday 'Bashes' & Feeding Frenzy...

Crazy things that I was doing last week:

Having a birthday 'bash'. My gawd... I missed this 'tradition', though not on the receiving end of it.
The 3 buggers who's born on the same day. All of them got beaten up on the same day too.

Presenting: Reccos and the First Wives' Club!

Was it worth giving up a free beer session for?
Hell Yeah!
Times like these, it's PRICELESS.

And on another day last week, we were doing this:

Our very first 'film'. Signs of low/no budget: Handphone light, handheld camera, and best of all, a talent for the cheap price of $2.50.

Meet our newly signed 'talent' Ernest*.
Isn't he cute?

Ernest on a ruler ala "Pirates of the Caribbean". Oh, and the spider in the background, his name's Silas.

Ernest showing that he has no respect for the master of the lair. Must've balls of steel.

For those who are interested, we stayed for an hour and a half in the hot stuffy carpark without seeing any actions.
we gave up and went to coffee in the end instead.

6 days later, Silas finally decided that enough was enough.
Ernest, you survived our expectations, you are a survivor indeed.

And I dunno why but I have to include this pic, cos the li'l boy is really quite cute...

Xw's cousin. Has cheeks that we all love to pinch.

*we name the damn mouse Ernest after our bastardly S3 from camp, but like Jamesy boi said, after all, he went through OCS, so his namesake also quite the fierce...

Narrow. Escape. Or maybe not...

My mum snooked/lao gan-ed* me just now.

After brushing teeth and everything, she was talking to me and exclaimed:"You've been smokin ah?!?!?!?! Can smell your breath from here!!!!"

I didn't even look up and nonchalently said NO.

Only to continue focusing on the damn phone and pretend she was asking something stupid and incredible.

My gawd.

I think she STRONGLY suspects now.
I NEED TO CUT DOWN...

:(

PS: Or maybe I shouldn't smoke like 2 hours before I go home???

*Lao-gan = Yz-ed**

**Yz-ed = to cheat, swindle, play mind games. ie: Nabei, you Yz-ed me just now, I thought you doing 13 Terminals(十三么)? How come can become a Pure Green Suit(绿一色)???

Stuffed Happyness

Last Fri, we had dinner at Kushinbo.

It was with a fantastic group of people who I had the pleasure of knowing for close to 2 years, some of them longer, one of them longest.

The dinner was nothing short of crazy.

We had people doing this:

(Kev attempting to feed Beng)
To people doing this:

(That's me for the uninitiated)

And what about after dinner activities?
There were:

1. The return of the 3 Stooges... I mean Ladies.

2. The Golden Monkey(Me) and The Silver Orang Utan(iban) stance.

3. And this one... erm, I dun really wanna know what's going on.

Topped off the night with some buttons mashing at the games console, bball throwing, photo hunting and some screaming at the table soccer area.

Shiok.

Thanks guys, for another memorable night out.
PS: Giang not in this group picture cos she's the one taking it, hahahaha!!!

Everythin happens for a Reason...

Phone.

Try as I might didn't manage to get the phone now I have a new one.

Jobs. Missed/cancelled job
Didn't get the job therefore able to have a good relaxing mj session/supper session without worrying about jobs.

Not going.

Not going better since the hawker centre was undergoing cleaning.

The deleted messages.

That tells me that moving on is the best thing I should do now.

Everything happens for a reason.
If you believe it.

Me?

I believe that after this post, I'll be so hungry and thirsty I'll go grab some noodles and beer.

Oh wait.

I've already got them.

See? :)

Wine, dine and 300 men...

Bibo, ergo sum. I drink, therefore I am

-- Fredirect Toyou

Had a mini drinking session on Tuesday with 2 guys and 1 lady, with the notable absence of another bugger.

I can't seem to remember the last time I was able to sit down and relax in the company of friends.

Work, work, work.

Managed to catch 300 last night.

Either you like it, or you don't.

I loved it.

Made me feel bloodthirsty,

and hungry for chicken nuggets, after staring at those abs for so long....

An inspiration for me to follow.

Will update on the washboard abs should they ever appear...

Supper with the Bravo guys and the addition of Mr Horny's bro(and bro's gf).

Ended up talking about the feeding habits of a certain 8 legged house pet owned by Jamesy boi himself.

Mice, crickets, toads.

We agree that he treats his pets with lots of TLC.

Next thing I knew, we were home...

Till the next time guys....

Let sleeping dogs lie...

It's hard to take over the world when you sleep 20 hours a day,

Darby Conley (Get Fuzzy 06/07/04)

How so very true.

Can't seem to get anything done today.

Quit in a middle of a Dota game cos I was falling asleep.

Concussed in the midst of reading comics.

Left the tv on while I snore on the bed.

I must have fallen asleep half a dozen times today while I was supposed to do something.

Chair, floor, sofa, bed.

Everywhere, anywhere.

I wonder if it's a open protest by my body for the abuse that I've been subjecting it to.

I need to use these few days to recover, then its back to work.

If there is work in the first place.

There might be a chance, just a chance that the month of May this year might be different...

Driving past past...

Driving past past…

Cruising down the expressway,
Over the bridge,
Cool wind.
Cool.
Cool.
Not cold.
Memories, they make me shiver,
Memories that involved you, and me.
Cruising.
Cruising past the place where I told you that I loved this part of Singapore, my favouritest view in the whole of the island.
Still is.
They build everything so fast now.
So, so fast.
The ferris wheel.
It’s almost up.
Looking to the left made me realize that you aren't there.
You left.
Empty space in the car.
The saddest thing is that the window seems so huge, so alien, without you.
More space to see the view.
The view that’s changing, like you, like me.

The song playing in a loop in the car that’s moving in a singular direction.
Straight.
You can drive past past,
But you can never outrun them.
Once you stop, they catch you.
Once you get back to the same place, they’re already there, waiting for you.
Either way, you’re f**ked.
Just keep moving on.
But how long can you move on,
How far?
How fast?

Cars, all blurry as I sped on by.
The view outside became a kaleidoscope of colours,
I see only a myriad of sights, too fast to digest, too slow to discard.
Sounds.
The sounds culminating in a symphony of rushing wind and purring engines,
But I think I can still hear your voice, your laughter.
Or was it mine?

Song still playing in a loop.

Search, spin, click.
Next song please.

Objects in the rear view mirror.
Were they there before, like they are, now?
I didn’t bother then.
I didn’t bother now.
I’m just sneaking glances to check if the past is catching up on me.
Cos it always do.
Every f**king single time.

Turn up the volume, pick up the pieces, and move on…
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Money, money, money....

Money, money, money.

I love to have them.

But I hate to count them.

Especially when I'm counting them for the sake of clearing accounts.

Though ironically, the clearing of accounts will mean that I am clearing them to get my money back...

Back to the receipts then...