Late late post. 'bout Halloween. And Zouk...

Once again, I took my time to post this one up.
But what the heck, better late than never eh?
Anyway, I present to you: Halloween @ Zouk!!!

Introducing the brave few who were there:

From left: Sw(the pope), Pegs(the half man/woman), Jase(Uncle Sam), Huiwen(China doll), Me(Mermaid), Xw(Madonna wannabe).
PS: Berd missing from this picture cos he didn't wanna go in at first = never change into costume.

And now, the horrors begin...
Mermaid and Jack Sparrow.
Both creatures of the sea.

Berd(Belly dancer, though his own theme was: I'm your Fat Wife) and me.
Absolutely shocking,

The mermaid with some serious hair issue.

Pegs cannot make up her mind to shoot or kiss me.
Jase grinning at the back(dun think we never see you ah!!!)

Pwetty Huiwen and moi(sorry my ciggys peeking out of the bra thingy)

Us with some random people.

The pope with the slut(xw), the bitch(me) and the whore(berd).

Jase, me, Sw and Xw.
Yes, Xw that bugger even got boots to go along.

Sw the Pope surrounded by a botak bitch(me) and a shameless slut(xw).

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest among them all?

We might got shot for taking this shot.

The saint in.. I mean AND the sinner.

That was it for us at around 1 am.
Too packed with people, too hungry and too hot(for some of us in, my erm, chest area was kinda sweating profusely...)

And that's it.

Halloween 2007 @ Zouk.

Wonder what we'll be dressing up as next year...

Mud...

It's a sucky feeling.
To be wrecked by a sudden, acute pain that renders one immobile,
while clearly aware of the fact that one's face is in the mud.
That's why I hate playing soccer on a muddy field.

Right. Wrong...

The only right thing in this wrong day,
was you.

Of drinking, dancing and d*ckheads...

Thursday
Dragonfly. Drink. Lots. Had the most tak-glam task of carrying someone back home. And the someone is not a gal. Damn.

Saturday
Went to MOS, then Zouk. Still cannot understand nor dance to the music at Zouk on weekends. Camped at Phuture till the lights came on. Supper-ed till the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday
Played soccer with the worst bunch of dicks I've ever met. Xw da veggie monster got scythed down by a fat piece of lard = red card = dickheads got pissed = almost 'mass orgy' = match cancelled. Confessed that I lost my cool and almost sank to their level. 'Good career'. Surprise of the day: Yz ala Snake was one of the peacemaker = Pigs were flying. Dinner then mahjong(again!)

Monday
Just woke up, checked my mail and decided to blog this.

Life's little surprises...

On some days, I really do welcome life's little surprises.
But not too much of them please,
I might not be able to take it...

白色风车

白色风车

白色的风筝
安静的纯真
真实的感觉
梦境般遥远
甜甜的海水
复杂的眼泪
看你傻笑着
握住我的手
梦希望没有尽头
我们走到这就好
因为我不想太快走完这幸福
很可惜没有祝福
但爱你并不孤独
不会再让你哭
我陪你走到最后
能不能不要回头
你紧紧地抱住我
说你不需要承诺
你说我若一个人会比较自由
我不懂你说什么
反正不会松手
我陪你走到最后
能不能别想太多
会不会手牵着手
晚一点再到尽头
你说不该再相见只为了瞬间
谢谢你让我听见
因为我在等待永远

-- 周杰伦

My current favourite song...

Signed, Sealed and Delivered. Now for the wait...

The decision has been made.
The deed is finally done.
And the plan is starting to move along, thanks to Kev who helped 'grease' the wheel.
Now we'll just have to wait.
To see where I'll be heading to...

PS: But in the meantime, I'm still kinda broke and jobless. Sigh~~~~

Knock, knock...

One opens up a possibility of moving up.
The catch: Money no enough.
The other opens up to reveal a stash of gold for the taking. Not too much but definitely not little.
The catch: It's not really my cup of tea.

Thought hard about, still thinking hard about it.
And waiting for another door to appear...

Ta-dah!!!

For those whom I have not seen, not able to see, no chance to see....
here's what happening.
I had a haircut.

Shiok~~~~~

Cheers!

Cheers.
That must be the word I heard the most last night.
Head is spinning. And throbbing.
My body is protesting, against the idiocy of going clubbing after a gruelling soccer session.
Not to mention the lack of moderation in pumping alcohol into the body, one shot after another.

And I woke up to discover, there's a different tune playing in my life now.

I think I might need another shot...

Hindsight

Hindsight is always 20/20.
True, true.

A little bit of...

Change.
In me.
Some of you might have known.
The rest, not yet I would say.
So let's wait and see eh?

Signal Fire (cont'd...)

A post from my good pal, Jamesy boy. He's the same bugger that introduced me to the video for "Signal Fire"

Watching this for the past few days now, kinda puts not only me, but i guess each one of us at one point, into perspective, depicting volumes of our own faculties.
it was quite beautiful and surreal what kids can teach us with their innocence and purity of their hearts. i watched delicately, as if each scene bit off a chunk of me.

the opening scene brings us where we meet a girl. you know what you have to do. you like her, but things, for some reason or another, dont smoothen out.
"the perfect words never crossed my mind"

sometimes u played the bad part, the part that nobody wishes to, like a big black ugly spider(beautiful, to me actually) that just about scares the girl of your dreams. ironic that when it mattered, it always seem like this.
you get pushed around, kicked about and have your harness snatched. someone else swoops in and takes the part of the hero and all you could do, is helplessly remain backstage and let the envy engulf.
someone else could already have taken the brave stand, or, we could say by sheer allocated part, saved your girl in distress, leaving you feeling like the last person on earth.
before you know it, you will be part of the audience, just looking on and having no more part in the whole play.
"All I wanted, just sped right past me"

what do you do then?
step up and go grab your chance. crap, an 8 year-old bespectacled nerd has to teach us this.
kiss her before that it could all end for you, before the very part you fear, and make it your own, so she gives the most important portion to you.
consequences? nevermind actually, as hindsight should have let you witnessed clearly the previous encounters. they may seem daunting and uncertain, but they cant beat the feeling you will have if you did not.

you can change the script. or at the very least, the ending.
for the hope of living happily ever after of course.
"There you are, standing right in front of me"
"No, I don't wanna wait forever"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Me?
Mine's slightly different.
I would think that once, very very long time ago.
I could play the hero, the guy who will sweep the gal off her feet, and carry her off to her dreams.
Guess what?
To her, I was the 'black spider', I was playing the bad part, the ugly part, the part of the script that scares her off.
So disillusioned I was, for so very long...

Contented with the role that I was playing,
I stood in the shadows, just behind the curtains, eyes drinking in every detail of you, ear attuned to all the things you said, mind occupied by nothing but you.
I just stood and watch, watching other characters come and go.
Watching, Just watching.
I tried to seize the chance, any chance, I tried to change the script.
Did it matter?
Either I hesitated and another character stepped up to play the part,
or I rushed into in while you weren't on stage.

Even the kid in the video has more balls than me.
I didn't even DARE to do anything. Living an existence on stage ala the Phantom of the Opera, living in shadows, singing melancholy tunes that no one can hear, yet hoping that you might hear them.
You did hear some of the tunes.
Just a case of too little, too late.

Now, I just ease into the faceless crowd, watching the show, your show, go on.

"No, I don't wanna wait forever."

My show with you was over.
Over, when I realised that I'll always be the supporting, not the lead.

I kicked the bucket full of regrets under the seat, sat back and began to watch the show...

Signal Fire

Love this video. (Thanks Jamesy boy for recommending this to me.)
So much I can say, but till next time I suppose....

Finally....

Say hi~~~~~~~~~~
The long awaited post is finally up!!!

What a Wednesday....

Days are supposed to be spent something like this:

Played game till 6 in the morning.
Sleep till 11 in the late morning.
Crawl out of the house around 2 in the afternoon.
Smoke and drink Green Shit in a playground at 3 in the afternoon.
Attempt to shove pasta in mouth around 4 in the afternoon.
Stroll to a quiet place for Earl Grey around 5 in the afternoon.
Throw wet toilet paper at friend who's sh*tting around 8 in the evening.
Played a game of soccer till 10 in the night.
Forced fish and chips into stomach around 11 in the night.
Have a good relaxing sing-along session while driving back around midnight.
Start blogging at 1 in the morning.

But then again.
I need to wake up to reality and realise that such days are getting far.
And few.
How many days can I afford to spend like this?
I dread to think.

Carpe Diem then.

Switch...

Somehow there's a greyish hue in my life now.
Did someone switch something on or off?

Checkmate-d....

I really HATE losing.
Especially at times when I do stupid things that lead to stupid mistakes that lead to a stupid loss.
F**k.

Days after Dragon...

Met up with this bunch of people last night.
Not everyone, but most of them.

9 months.
That was how long we last met, although there're some whom I see sometimes.

Some things never change.
Like how we'll all blabber at the same time without caring if anyone is actually listening,
like how the "old folk" Alan would force us to go where he wants to, and refusing to let us leave early,
like how we all talk about the shit that happens this job, last job, every job.

Some things have changed though.
Like how some of us have changed our positions in the industry,
like how some of us are thinking of getting out of the industry,
like how some of us are already out of the industry.

But it was a good meet up nevertheless.
Let's hope we won't have to wait 9 months for the next one...

And the boats float along....

Sorching sun this afternoon.
Just met up with Snake and Kev for lunch a few hours ago.
No matter how many times I see Kev in his office wear, I have to chuckle.
Snake in office wear?
I burst out laughing.

The thought did cross my mind.
What if I joined them?
Wouldn't it be like the uni days, the terrible trio meeting up for lunch, the dreadful duo sneaking out every once in a while to savour a smoke or two....
Thinking of places to go after work, taking the public transport with Mr Snake, just like we did in JC days.
The things that we can do.
The possibilities...

But what then, of the dream?
The passion?

If I ever join them,
I'll be there for the money.
Full stop.

Took a short break on the way back to the van.
Sat down, smoking, sipping coffee, and staring at the Singapore river.
I think I still very much to be free.
Free from these red tapes, from these regimental hours, from a desk, a PC and tons of paperwork.
Free to do silly things like sitting in the middle of nowhere watching the world goes by.

The coffee tasted good(free coffee is the best coffee yah? Thanks Kev)
The cigarette burnt, dying, dead.
My time was up,
I got up to leave.

And the boats float along...

Ring..... And you have an extension...

My so called contract is over.
Finished.
But guess what?
There was a call this afternoon that told me I'm still working for them, albeit a free-lancer, and that I'll be paid a daily rate.
Sounds good?
Not too bad.
But the rate is kinda less than expected.

We'll see how all these work out in the end eh?

Hm...

Seems like I have a growing penchant to skip my meals now.
Current intake for 2 days?

4x half boiled eggs
1x Nissin Seafood Curry cup noodles
1x Cold Storage Black Pepper chicken steak

What is happening?

Kissing a Fool...

It's evening.

"You are far
When I could have been your star"

Still in the office,
swivelling on the chair.

"People
Will always make a lover feel a fool"

It's dark outside,
seems like I was here just a moment ago.
It's dark already.

"Fooled me with the tears in your eyes
Covered me with kisses and lies
So far
But please don't take my heart"

There're places to go, things to do.
But I can't help thinking.
Thinking about work, about the lack of work.
Love, and the lack of love.

"Strange that I was wrong enough
To think you'd love me too"

Strange that I'm willing to stay here even though there's no more reason to.
Maybe this is my sanctuary.
When it's quiet.
When there's only me, the aircon, the iPod, the Powerbook, the speakers and the table.
Oh, and the balcony with the cigarettes.

"You must have been kissing a fool"

And the song plays on, and on...

New look. New beginning.

Finally got down to changing the look of the blog.
Been too busy and whiny recently, but fear not.
This is all about to end.

One more day!

Realised I never did had time recently to sit back and appreicate the finer things in life.
Until this morning.
Took a glass of coffee, draw out a stick of ciggy, and proceeded to balance my butt on the railing outside Maxwell Food Centre.
Just smoking, drinking coffee, and watching the world goes by.
No phone calls, no rush to get back to the office,
nothing.
If only such times would last....

After the dust, the shit, now comes the rain...

Big rain today.
Funny how after the dust has settled,
and the shit has been cleared,
the rain comes to clean up the mess.

Maybe if I look at it from another perspective, it signifies the end of this li'l chapter in my life,
and everything that's been said and done,
just washed away.

But if I look at it the way that I like to,
it just means that I shoud be curling up in my bed waiting for the raindrops to lull me into sleep.
Damn...

Phew....

Its finally over.
Well, not exactly, since I've got some accounting to do, but at least the shoot' over.
Everything was pretty decent, no major cock ups, earlier than expected wraps, and most importantly, I didn't die of exhaustion/heart attacak/suicide/over smoking etc etc.

Feeling just a tad lost, and a little proud of how all these turned out.
Guess everything will fall into place, sooner or later.

To all those people I have'nt seen in some time, this shit is over, I'm FREE!

So we'll see what we can do eh?

In the meantime, take care now, bye bye then.

- Timmy out

PS: But I'm broke, need to get my pay before me bosses fly abroad...... sigh :(

PPS: I'm in the office right now using my big boss' computer to churn this out. Planning to take a li'l nap before meeting the guys for soccer. I rock.

Thy doom is here....

Sigh......
Shoot starts in about... 12 hours time.
Am I ready?
Nope I don't think so.
There's still so much to do, so much I'm still doing.
But I'm learning.
Learning along the way.

And if I manage to pull this off by some miracle/divine intervention,
I might.
I just might.
Consider staying in this line for a while.

So here's to tomorrow,
and the day after.......

Wish me luck kids!

A note of apology...

Been too busy to blog recently.
There is just not enough time.
Having sleepless night. Everynight.
Now for those who know me(especially Kev and Jamesy), you guys should know that I fall asleep faster than I take off my pants.
Not anymore. Not for these 2 weeks at least...

Will attempt to finish all these shit, get my life back into track, and possibly blog about it when I'm done.

PS: On a more positive note, I might be getting higher pay!!!!! So it'll be worth it afterall

Holy crap!

Late night working is nothing new to me.
But late night working in da OFFICE?
Something that I am still trying to get used to.

Anyway I'm still in the office hammering out infos for the production book,
calling up people whom I've never seen before to 'book' them,
sending emails to people whom I've never met and will probably never meet,
drinkg Asahi,
and smoking Marlboro Reds.
My only regret is that I can't get any green shit. (for the uninitiated, its Vitasoy with Melon. Try it. Its good shit...)

I'm beginning to get used to the solitude of the office, the humming of the air con, the warm glow of the lights, and maybe.
Just maybe.
The satisfaction of getting a job well done.

Now back to work...

Something is not quite right...

Something is not quite right.
I'm told that I can go off at 3 something in the afternoon by my boss.
Frankly speaking, it somewhat freaked me out.
Is there something that I need to do later? Or did I miss something somewhere.
The best part is, he left the office. To me.
Hm..................
Something is seriously wrong.

I'm just waiting for the shit to happen.

Sorry for being such a cynic, but ever since I started on this job, early days are far and few(although when my producer was around I still can slack abit and come to office late...) and like what some of my friends said, I'm beginning to NOT LIKE my job nowadays.
I guess its true.
All this admin crap, the running around, the pandering to people thingy.
All these are starting to wear me out.
I can't even muster enough energy for shoots.
To me, they've become just another job(s).
I guess the 'magic' in all these have finally wore thin, or maybe my 'true love' is still shooting features and dramas.
TVCs, just a means of making more moolah.
Something that I realised I'm quite in need of.
How ashamed do you think I feel when I look at the bank account every week and see it hovering just above DEAD BROKE, while some of my other peers earn like gazillion of dollars as compared to me?
Even my arguments with my parents are wearing thin. I can't speak up to them with the same conviction when I first started out.
And best of all, I'm still living off them. In a way. (since I've not been contributing to any household income....)

Maybe.
Maybe its time to search for greener pastures.
To take this as an experience, where I got to see, hear and feel alot.
And got to know a few decent people along the way.
Worse come to worse, this industry can always be my Plan C/D.(Plan B already got liao)

So here's to an early day, an insipid verbatim and an utter lack of direction of what to do next.

PS: Me using the office Powerbook to blog. And I must say: I thinketh I've fallen in LOVE with thy Mac!!!!! So I'm going to set up a Please-Buy-Timmy-A-Mac fund. Doners will be rewarded with a fuzzy feeling in their mind and heart akin to the sensation of being cheated/lao-ganed, works like w*ed! Everytime!!!!

PPS: I might be tempted to steal this baby during my last day of work. Muhahahahahahahahahah!!!

Work work work...

"Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?"
-- Edgar Bergen (1903 - 1978), (Charlie McCarthy)

Somehow I have to agree.

Was bitching in the car with Jase about work.

Or the fact that we now have to work.

Reminiscing about the good ole' uni days can really bring tears to one's eyes.

How often do we get 3 - 4 years of our lives deciding whether the early morning lecture was more important than the Breeko breakfast, or the places to hang out once lessons are over(or skipped in my case), staying over in school to do an essay halfway only to end up having prata and coffee miles away from the laptop and the books.
The list goes on.

I guess at this age and time, its kinda impossible to not work.

But can I have my life back again?

I don't think that this is the aspect of our lives that we are comfortable in.

But we're trying.

Trying to adjust, to adapt, to get used to the fact that the responsibility is on us now to bring the bread back to the family, no matter how small it might be.

I understand, but I can't seem to digest it.

I guess I'll have to bear with it for quite some time.
But in the meantime, I'll try not to work too hard.
Don't wanna take the chance of overworking.

PS: For those who are interested, I am going to be quite the freaking busy from now till the end of this month. If everything happens smoothly, I'll be a happy man. If not, then I'm a dead man.

Home Club-ed, Butter-ed Factory, Ghim Moh...

Pub crawling, disco hopping. Whatever you call it.
Home Club, Butter Factory.

Had a few drinks knocked into me.
But I couldn't find it in myself, nor anywhere, to mix around, to socialise, to talk.
The music roared on, the lights spinning, the crowd dancing.

I was just immobile. In a corner, wondering why the f**k I was actually mad enough to appear.

The dim lights remind me of your bright smile,
the next song an indication that time has passed while I was missing you.
Texting was just a pathetic attempt at trying to talk to you.
I guess I failed...

I left early, to seek solace in a place, a place full of friends, sofas, and a tv showing 22 men chasing after a ball...

Chance meeting. 'Chance' meeting...

"Are you mad?!?!? Its the highway!!! How to meet??!?!? Unless you stop at the road shoulder lah!!!" -- Timmy

"Let's just try it." -- Jamesy

And try we did.
The stage was set. TPE.
The timing was to be confirmed. Minutes before point X.
The mode of communication. SonyE mobiles.

Off we went.

The exit signs went past in a blur.
The road was straight at times, winding at others.
We sped down the first part, peering intensely at the passing signs, till we saw the crucial one.
Kev hurried his sms-ing, punched in the numbers and spoke: "We're at Jalan Kayu exit liao."

I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, the detailed reporting was obvious though.
Kept to a speed of 80, and at times, a dash of speed putting me at 90.
The timing was to be perfect.
"It's only one exit from mine to the Tampines one", Jamesy warned.
My heart started racing, the hands were steady, the foot, firm on the pedal.

"I'm reaching the exit", Jamesy reported.
"Tell him we're reaching...", Timmy managed to shout out an update.
The chances seemed higher now, with both sides nearing the designated rendezvous point.

"Do you guys see a bus?!?!" Jamesy probed.
"Yah we see a bus ahead of us" Kev reported.
"I think I see his van" Timmy exclaimed with a measure of optimism.
"Is the bus in front of you no. 3?" Jamesy pumped.
"Wait we can't see, too far in front of us liao..." Kev recounted.
"It's his van!!!!!!!!!!!" Timmy trumpeted.

The van slid into the empty space behind bus no.3, and the Tim-mobile.

We made it.

The Reccos Chronicles, Part 5c

Next post is up again.
Damn I'm starting to miss Paris...

Reccos Chronicles, Part 5, 5b...

They're up. Paris, Paris and more Paris...

Sigh...

Running errands in the morning - afternoon.
Back to office to do shite work in the afternoon - evening
Still stuck in office doin shite nuffin' in the evening, hopefully there's no need to stay on till the late night.

Cos tomorrow.
I think its gonna be another day like this.

Sigh.
Can't believe I'm starting to get sick of my work already.
Oh is what I'm doing called WORK?

Don't...

Don't talk to me like I'm a fucking kid.

Don't talk to me like what you say is absol-fucking-utely right while every I do is just plain fucking wrong.

You know what.
Don't even talk to me at all.
Thank you so very fucking much. Dad.

Reccos Chronicles, Part 4

Another edition is up.
Fast fast sia.....

Reccos Chronicles, Part 3

It's up.
After a short break that is.
Stay tuned for the next update...

It feels weird to feel good to be back...

This is one of the few times that I've been overseas and come back feeling damn happy to be back.

Usual I just wanna stay away for as long as possible.

Maybe I just can't get used to Vietnam, the noise, the filth, the sights and most of all, the chaos.

I think its more than not getting used to.

I think I seriously do not like the place.

To me it was a cesspool of filth, a cacophony of noise, a cluster of smoke and dust, all meshed up to form the most tainted picture for me.

I thought China was bad enough. This was worse.

I admit, I can't appreciate this form of living, and like I told Jamesy and Kev(and Horny, I think), I need a certain level of technology and progress in the place I am at, give me my bricks and mortar.
They claimed that I'm pampered.

Without a doubt.

I want the best of both worlds, a place where there's both technology. And culture.

There was one thing that we couldn't find in Vietnam.
Or maybe we didn't try hard enough.

Anyway nothing really much to blog about the place.

Will attempt to do so(like so many of my other 'attempts') if I have the time and energy.

In the meantime, will be slacking while I wait to start work next mon...

PS: Finished Harry's Potter liao. Who want spoiler can let me know, I'll be glad to spoil everything. Muahahahaahahaahah!!!

PPS: Thanks to Horny for being our tour guide at night. Really appreciate it. Come back and we'll have dinner again yah?

Vietnam, Ya~~~~Hoo~~~~~~~

The day that we thought would never come has finally arrived.
In a few minutes time, Timmy boi, Jamesy boi and Kevitty Kev will be heading to Vietnam, the land of the... well, I dunno, cheap everything?

Here's to a safe journey for all of us, a rockin' good time(with Lonely Planet as our day guide and Mr Horny for the night) and 4 very satisfied souls after 5 days, 4 nights.

Will attempt to blog if I have the time and the technology, if not, then I'll see ye all in a while.

Take care now, bye bye then...

-- Timmy out

Reccos Chronicles, Part 2

Its up!

Hear! Hear!

The very first post of the Euro trip is up.

Those who're interested can read it here

Time...

Time.
So real, yet so intangible.
We measure it by our standards, the mechanization of time into different units marked by the contraption known as the clock, or by the rising and setting of the sun, by the changing of the various seasons, so on and so forth.
We managed to 'capture' time and tamed it into a domesticated servant that will reply you which position it is in now.
But have we really captured time?

Hell, NO.

Time remains ever elusive, playing hide and seek with those who need it the most, running quicker than usual when one is pressed for it, slowing down drastically when one begs it to move on and spare the agony of waiting.
If time was an entity, it'll be a fucking Joker in my case.

How many fucking times in my life does it need to remind me that I was either too late, or too early, and years later come back to haunt me with a sneering leer and an equally awful dance/jig of victory?

Fate it seems, has an affinity with time.
The interactions of these ethereal beings have conspired to make the course to true love(for me that is) run less than smooth sometimes.
Heck, its bleddy treacherous at times come to think about it.
Fate paved out the path, time just needed to make sure I miss the turnings, like how I almost missed the turn to your house again eh. Such irony.

Pardon the ranting and the raving.
But surely a man who's sh*ting his guts out in the middle of an early morning with no sleep and a weird reminiscing session should be given some liberty to let the tongue runneth loose. Not to mention the 2 bottles of Heinek*n and some weird concoctions like Apricot Brandy(with 7-Up) and Sour Apple Margarita.

So I beseech you.
Time.
Please.
Don't fucking play me out again...

My 2nd time...

Wearing the graduation gown that is.

I have seriously no idea why and how I was possessed to wake up in the morning(well, not exactly morning, but to me its early morning lah...) and rush to the good NU of S to take pictures in the bleedy gown. In the suffocating heat no less.

But well, at least it was fun.
Taking nonsense pictures with people whom I realised, were the best part of my stay in uni.
Smoking while in full attire, gown and all, with a dude that's well, the legacy from my stint of serving the nation with 'pride'.
Having the great pleasure of taking a graduation picture with a man who is snake/uncle agony/lao gan/friend/brother all rolled into one.
Meeting up, having a proper bitching/gossiping/catching up session with old friends, shiok.

The 1st time was memorable,
the 2nd?
It was sweeter.

PS: So what happened to the mad idea of taking pictures at the Esplanade? With our gowns?!?!?!?!

PPS: Don't watch Die Hard 4 for Maggi Q. You'll be sorely disappointed. Her screen time no enough. Hmph!

After the cake, candles, and celebrations...

Thank you.
That's all I can say to those who remembered the day Timmy boy was unleashed upon this world.

Even though the candles are burnt, the cake is finished, and the celebrations long gone,
I will remember the times and the memories that we had,
and the time and effort you people take to make this day a very very special ones.

To everyone who celebrated with me, sent messages/cards/what-ever nots to me.
THANK YOU!

This birthday will not be the same without you guys.
You know who you are, and I'm too sleepy and tired to type out everyone, hee...........

Thank you...

May my birthday wish of us meeting like this every so regularly be granted.
Oops.

:)

The story in my storybook life...

The chapters that were once closed are briefly opened again.
Things that were the products of my overactive imaginations turned out to be realities.
Scenes that I thought only happen in reel form became real.

Yesterday, I think, was one of the weirdest story in my storybook life...

Thank you. And you, you, you...

3 years ago.
Or was it 4?

That was my very virgin arts club bash.
Dancing. drinking, and in Ning's words: "Getting high on one another."
That was fun.

Fast forward to the present, 29th June 2007.
We see one group of people, standing just opposite DXO, some in the rain, some in the shelter, some smoking, some talking, all friends.
They were all here for the arts camp bash, only to realise, that the bash wasn't that great(seeing that they needed to pay $$ to go in) and that their main reason for meeting up was just, well... a reason to meet up.
Some of them went in though.
I was one of them.
But as expected, we didn't get high. Not on one another, not this time.
The crowd was different, the agenda was different, everything was just so different.

The best part of the evening must be the impromptu 'drinking' session outside some bar. (Yes, I forgot the name, how?)
Beer never taste good when drunk alone.
Thank you all. You old birds know who you are. And you people know that this will not be the last time eh?
Let's just keep going to these bashes for the f**k of it lah. At least we can always bitch about the degeneration of the young kids/gossip about the latest scandals that's concerning people we might or might not know, you know, things like these.
Or alternatively, we can just meet up more often.
But it was a good night, a great night in fact, to be able to see some many familiar faces and talk till the wee hours of the night.
Thank you. And you, you, you...

Oh, and thank you Pegs and Sw, for hosting a mini drinking party at your place, and telling me that I can just take any bottle that's been opened.
So so touched...
Card games, 99, funny rules like impersonating a chicken after saying someone's name, you me i they, speaking only in chinese, mj session.
The night seemed packed indeed.
Thank you ladies and gentlemen...

No. 030, your timing is...

Sit-ups: 42
Standing Board Jump: 230 cm
Pull up: 10
Shuttle run: 9.7 sec
2.4km run: 11.34 min

Which means.... I got silver!!!!!

$$$$$$$ here I come... :)

Maybe not smoking before the run is better. Hm...

Monday morning...

While this was so much better than what we saw this morning, nothing comes close to having 4 guys, one car, prawn and pork rib noodles, topping it all up with some dim sum, coffee/tea/milo. Not forgetting the ciggy(though only 2 of us were smoking...)

Monday morning.
Good morning to ye all.
I certainly had a good one.

Oh, did I forget to mention that we drove all the way down after an overnight mj session?
This must be the only Monday morning when I don't feel the blues...

PS: For those who are eagerly waiting for the posts on my European Escapade.. I mean Experience, erm, I'll post something when I have the pics, and trust me, I'll do it soon, lest I start to forget the 'finer' details...

Quite inspiring...

Made a trip down to the temple this afternoon.
Apparently, I had forgotten to return to the temple to give the thanks to the deities for watching over us(yes I prayed for the rest of the chink gang too...) while we were overseas.
And since I was there, I decided to check out the forecast for my future.

The lot I got?
Not too bad.
In fact, it's deemed a good lot, and the gist of the lot goes something likes this:

One foot lies between you and success. By progressive stages, does a good man reach prosperity. Harvest is dawning. Peace of mind will prevail after this boat of worries.
Interpretation: Good.
Sack cloth turns to silk to cling to your feet. In time, will you understand as one lives, one flourishes.

Whoa.
Quite the inspiring I must say.
Let's see, shall we?

Back... for a while at least...

I'm finally home.

Exhausted.
Can't seem to find any energy to do anything today, except staring at the laptop for the whole day.

At the back of my mind I know there's like a million other things for me to do.

But for now, let me enjoy the remnants of my self-declared holiday....

Reaching the end...

The last time I checked, we have 6 more days, 5 to be exact, before the end of this wonderful trip.
Damn.

For all those who're curious, no I've not been laid yet, I have no chance to try weed yet(though the next stop is Holland, so hehehehe) and have only gotten myself mildly drunk/smashed once throughout this trip(friends who know me will know that my DRUNK state = Portable Merlion).

Strangely enough, I kinda miss Singapore.

Having tons of fun here is one thing, but nuffin' can beat sleeping in one's own bed, eating one' favourite bak chow mee, smoking and drinking with bubs in a place call Dungeon, driving down the expressway where one knows where the right side of the road is.... the list goes on.

I guess I'm feeling homesick now.
But I don't want this holiday to end.
So am I a walking contradiction or what?

Maybe I just want the best of both worlds.
Where I can holiday all I want, and go home as I please.

In the meantime, to all those who's reading this, take care now, see ya then...
Till next time.

-- Timmy out

PS: It's friggin' hard to type on the German keyboard. Plus I'm sweating my balls off now. Can you believe it?!?!?!?!?

"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?