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...

Violin & Tea. Day 2

This method is working.
I'm actually able to clear my backlog of posts in the shortest time while having time to play Dot... I mean sleep.

So that's it. 
This method it shall be.  



Best thing to do on a hot, sweltering Saturday afternoon. A chair, a table, ciggys, and an ice-cold beer. SHIOK.


Ed the man. (who conned me into doing this job). And no, the sunflower was not for me. Nor the orchids.

As can see, we didn't do much on Sat since there wasn't any shooting.
But guess what, it was another logistics nightmare, going to places, collecting things, buying things.
At least I was able to go home for dinner.

Violin & Tea. Day 1

I give up. 
Instead of lengthy, wordy posts, I'll just paste some pictures and start blogging.

Reasons being:

1. I no time
2. I no energy
3. I no motivation
4. Because of 1. I must make sure I allocate enough time for WoW and Dota. 

Anyway, here goes...
 

In the botanic gardens. First day of shoot. Guy in brown: Weiming, Guy who's arse is facing us: Amster(dunno how to spell so agar agar), Guy in black holding thingy in his hands: Vince


Scene from another angle. The setting up(that takes hell lot of time, sometimes).
Gal in tshirt and jeans: Jayne jie-jie, Guy who's butt is facing us again: Amster(damn, this is going to be how I spell his name from now on...)

That's all folks.

Day 1.

Violin & Tea. Day 0

Seeing that I'm going to be in this shi... I mean production for quite some time, might as well update when I have the chance.

So what happened at Day 0?

Woke up early, collected van/lorry/truck/big vehicle, lunch, collected film equipment, dinner, bought stuff(at Mustafah centre no less, my very first time there.), supper, home.

Which kinda reminded me of collecting goods for arts camp and stuff.

Anyway, will be attempting to update as frequent as I can, meaning, if I've still not concussed, I'll probably blog.

Till the next time...


The best part about day 0, Bedok Bak Chor Mee.

�上一个人...

�上一个人, 
就容易失了神.

True so true. 

But dare I say anything more?
What I wanted to say, we wanted to say. We've said it. 
You've heard enough too I suppose. 

The sms-es. 
The phone calls.
The rushing to and fro.
The little this and the little thats.

These sights and sounds play before us,
but never far, never far, to the one whom it mattered the most.
Do we thank the sun for keeping us warm?
No.
We do however, curse and swear when the sun gets too hot for our liking.
We do miss the sun with the falling of the first raindrops.
So what about you?
Are you the sun?
Or us?
Ask yourself.

This mirror image of yours.
Who is it?
Is it the Hollow inside you while the you search for bankai?
For who?

I want to say so much more. 
But I'm tired.
I'm sick and tired of doing the thankless job of searching for the you that has disappeared.

You know what?
I give up.

If this journey is meant for you to be taken alone, then go ahead.
Call me when you're done.

Oh heck!!!

I should be sleeping now, but what the f**k, I'm inspired.
Not to mention the Absolut Kurant that's somewhat swimming in my system now.

Anyway, here's some pictures which I think deserve a place in my blog, and for those who still reads this blog, may read this blog, came across this blog, or got inspired to come to this blog, yada yada...

These are some pictures which are in my (not-so-humble)opinion the funniest of the lots.
And since I can't really rank them, how about some help over here eh?
Those interested please leave a comment in the tagboard regarding your choice.
Those too lazy can call or sms me.
Those even more lazy can tell me when you see me.
Those that are so lazy that they need a machine to make them breathe can well, send me their opinions through telepathy?

Well, enough talk already.
Ladies and Gentlemen, come some of da music please....

1. Totally MTV-ish. Or like some Taiwan-ese teenage-idol-drama. Let's call this: Beachy (kind of) love.

2. The 3 Stooges... I mean Ladies...

3.The Dancing Toothbrush-ers. Call us if you want to be entertained while you use the toilet. We promise to dance and brush our teeth only. And maybe pee...

4. The man, the man, and the hand rest. (note the pout on the hand rest's face)

5. The masked man of mystery. In pink towel no less. Scary...

6.Did I hear someone say LOTR?

7. Erm, the 1000 head Buddha?

8. Tit-anic. There must be a better way to kill time...

9. The man who somehow got his (*ahem) preference mixed up.

10. Guess who's sleepy and hungry?

So cast your votes early people!!!

PS: If you think that most of the pictures got me, then its too bad. Muahahahaha!!! Since I'm the shameless owner of this blog and the equally shameless bugger that likes to take these kind of pictures.

PPS: For those whose erm.. not so beautiful/handsome sides are captured and displayed here. Please don't kill me...

Erm, the thing is...

The thing is, I think I may be able to worm out of my parents' bad books for a while.

Thanks to Horny aka Mr Hongni for getting me this job.
The pay's not fantastic, unless I have magic fingers and a very in-depth knowledge of the damn computer and how things work.
If not, I might end up making barely enough to make ends meet.
Well, then again, I guess this can be considered somewhat a erm... move, to get my parents off my back.
For now at least.

Anyway, nuffin much to be blogging around, we'll see how these few days go.

I thought....

I thought I was back in Thailand.

Was sleeping in the car and I woke up.

Everything was hazy.
I saw lights, I saw cars, I didn't see any buildings.
Space, there was some open space.
Noise.
I heard a lot of people, walking walking.

And for some friggin' reason, I felt like I just woke up from a cab ride to Suan Lum(is that how the f**k one spells it?).

I thought I was back...

Sigh, I miss the damn place.

Presenting: The Great Gang of 9
(the left side of the table, from the front: Nings, Giang, Lady Boss(aka Pei Pei), Snake aka Snake.
the right side of the table, from the front: Beng, Iban aka Ivan, Me, Kev, Ik aka Ivan)

Smoke, Glasses, Beer and Goodbyes...

Went down to the Home Club last night to catch the final performance of the Local Bar Boys.
Not exactly 'final' final, but at least they'll be disbanded for around a year, with one of their band mate flying off to Japan for some JEP thingy, or, in Joe's words, to hook up with 7 Japanese babes. Don't ask me why 7.

Yap(the guy who's leaving for Japan) shows us how to grab a mike with emotions.

Yap and Joe(the guy in the black tshirt in the background. There, that one lor!) shouting for more beer.

That's about the pictures I took of the performance last night cos:

1. I was late, so by the time I settled down, wormed my way to the front, crawled back to get beers, slithered forward again, settled down once again, had a beer and a smoke, there wasn't much time left to take pictures.

2. Left hand holding beer mug, right hand holding ciggy. So how to take pictures?

3. Phone memory no space.

Still, the crowd managed to enjoy themselves, I managed to enjoy myself and it seems like the band enjoyed themselves too.
Though I must admit, its gonna be weird not seeing Yap around, not that I see him ever so often, but it's never easy seeing someone you know go overseas for a period of time.

Goodbye Yap,
you whom I met through Ed,
a fellow FDS-er at Tengah Air Base,
a Tsingtao man who believes also in the maxim of the Best beer in the world being Free beer,
a solid PM and sometimes co-lorry driver,
a fellow smoker and sometimes fortune teller,
a friend.

Goodbye.
Will be seeing you next year...

PS: Remember to practise your PC muscle, use protection, and b*ne one for me!!!

Close shave and F**ked Up Family

Had one of the closest shave of my friggin life tonight, if not the closest my dad got to find out I smoked. (or maybe he does know, just that he's waiting for the right time to catch me red-handed..)

Anyway, here goes...

Place: Role of shophouses opposite CCK Bus/Mrt Interchange

Time: Around 11+

Scenerio: After dropping Nings off, I decided to deposit some $$ that Mum gave me for paying her handphone bills, and since I was already at CCK, where better to finish up the business than the DBS machine at the bus interchange there? So there I was, happily driving into the carpark, parked the car, and decided: wouldn't it be nice if I took another fag while I go about my business?
Sweet...
Just as I was reaching for the ciggys, I realised something fundamentally flawed with my logic. Namely, the lack of a source of flame, ie to say: lim bei had no lighter - at this point, many thanks to KK for refusing to lend me any lighters, you saved my skin - therefore the scrapping of what would have been a 'great' idea.
And my downfall.
For the walk to the cash deposit machine threw up one hell of a surprise to me.
My Dad. (he was waiting for his turn at the 24 hr clinic)
OMFG!!! (x10)
I almost dropped my balls. (as compared to me really dropping my balls if I had been caught smoking by him...)

Maybe as Nings said, maybe I did accumulate some good karma.
I supposed all this extra trips sending people back home did come in handy afterall :)

But after this little episode, I got home to realise something.
Something which I have always known, and said.
I have a f**ked up family.
Once again, it just highlighted to me how my family seems to be always in a mess.
And how I feel absolutely no love for the family at times.
I really question myself sometimes: Do I stay because...
1. I need a roof over my head
2. I need $
3. I need the car
4. I need the future inheiritance(if there is any in the first place)
Tough choice, but I'll go with... all of the above.

Yes, I admit: I'M A SHAMELESS, REALISTIC, PRAGMATIC, MERCENARY CHEAPO SONOFABITCH.
But I'm not afraid to admit it, cos this is how I feel, and if you feel otherwise, I'm sorry that I can't confirm to your moral standard. Cos I am what I am...

Anyway...

Back to why I was enlightened again tonight?

Cos I realised I can't, couldn't, and unable to hold a decent conversation with my parents without them either wanting to chew my head off or me resisting having to tear my hair out.

A sample of what's going on...

Me: Hey mummy, I saw daddy at the clinic just now...

Mum: Yah lah, and you guys just know had to go out and enjoy!

Me(thinking): What the fiack?!?!??!

See what I mean?
A decent opening line that I hoped was able to lead to something more... conversational.
But no....
The first sentence that came out from her friggin mouth puts me off so much, I just turned and went upstairs without a single word.

Well, that's the mum I get, kids.
Please don't think that for a moment, I enjoy this life of relative ease and comfort(as compared to some really dirt poor people, or wait, some voices yelling out, the average family).
There's always 2 sides to a coin my friends.
All this fancy things, these houses, these cars, everything.
They don't belong to me.
I'll tell you straight up, honestly.
They don't fucking belong to me.

My car, if it ever so pleases my dad, can be towed off and sold in an instance. Make no doubts about it. That's what happened to Max(my pet name for the RX-8).
And don't get me started on the threats they employ using the vehicle as a leverage whenever they deem fit.
But you got a car for your birthday! - I hear some voices cry out.
Big deal.
I'm sure if your parents can afford they will buy one for you too.
I know I would in the future. But minus the expectations and the threats that come with the car.

The house I live in, the room that I live in as a matter of fact, is only a place of residence.
Put up posters on my wall and I got screwed, till I decided to plaster the whole damn wall at the same time to save the nagging once and for all.
The furniture, the lights the everything. They bought them, not me. So have I a say in it, well of course I do! The choice will always be either or. Either you 'like' it and take it. Or you don't have it. Simple eh?
The tv, the hi-fi system, the knick-knacks. All FOC. Well, if you don't count on them being emotional bargaining tools and burdens to add to the guilt in a losing argument.
The house has only my share when it comes to cleaning up.
Bringing people over to the house when they're out is a NO NO.
Asking people over will already make them uncomfortable - hence the reluctance for me to invite friends over, not that I don't want to - thus the absence of much visitors in my house.
Staying in the house while they're overseas? Not a chance.
Can you fucking believe it?
They say that this house is ours, therefore we should do our part and keep it clean and tidy, so here's the mop, the pail and the cloth, kids. Now move those arses and get the house clean.
But when they're gone?
Sorry kiddos, but I don't trust ye all to take care of the house.
Right.
My very fondest memory of this arrangement being a joke, was this incident like what, 2 years ago?
I was supposed to visit Japan with my parents, but it being the exam period I had to stay here & finish up while my parents fly over first.
During this period of time I was staying over at my grandma's house(which I always do when they are overseas, I kid you not.) and one day I received a call from Carrie, my dad's secretary(for gawd knows how long) who wanted to fax me the program sheet and flight plans for the Japan trip. The number she wanted to fax to? My home number of course.
Erm, but I wasn't at home, I told her, and my grandma's house has no fax machine.
I swore she was shocked. Cos she sounded shocked.
Eventually, we did work out a plan for me to receive the shit by email, but not before having a small chat on why the heck I wasn't allowed to be at home when the folks are away.
I wouldn't say it was very bad. But can you imagine how paiseh I felt when I told her I wasn't at home, and how awkward I was to carry out the friggin conversation when I could so feel her surprise at the whole episode and still had to feign nonchalence?
You try asking yourself how you will feel.

And you know what the best part about everything is?

I have'nt spoken much to my parents over the last 2 ~ 2 1/2 weeks.
Cos I'm still jobless.
Cos I'm lazing around the house.
Cos they doesn't understand a friggin single thing and thinks that everytime I'm at the laptop I'm doing some shit while in actual fact, I'm trying to do some research.
Cos they thinks everytime I go out I'm just having fun.
Cos they just doesn't like me.
Well, why don't you tell her what you're doing?
Got use?
Did they seem to understand why I took Pol Sci as my major?
Were they able to comprehend what I was doing for my CCAs? Ever since the days we had to stay back till late in sec school for my NPCC activities to the intensive rehearsals we had for ELDDS in JC and more recently, the gruelling projects for the Arts Club, the Motoing Club in NUS?
Never.
Explain to them.
You bet you arse I did.
But the bottomline is: They think that all these are a waste of time. Hence they doesn't understand the passion involved, and therefore, the time invested in committing for these activities.
I can still tahan the lack of understanding and support.
The lack of respect of what I do is even less of a concern for me.
But what hurts me the most.
What hurts me the most was their indifference, their criticisms, the simple fact that they were never proud of me.
Well, 'never' seems pretty strong, since I guess they were pretty happy when I was in pri school. I think.
But the older I grew, the harder it is to earn their approval, to satisfy them, to make them feel proud of me.
Pride is such a sin, but I yearn, I crave for that attention from my parents, from my mum and my dad, to tell me that son, we are proud of you.
But did they ever do that?
NO.
Actions speak louder than words mah...
Oh really, then what have they done?
Are we talking about the same people here? The mother who tells her son before the O Levels that he's gonna flunk and retake cos he buang-ed(ie: flunk) for his prelims? Or the father who tells his son not to dump his A Levels notes cos he might retain?
Oh wait, how about the mum who 'advise' the son to go die and brands him a 'good-for-nothing', a 'useless spoilt brat' and oh, a 'spineless worm'? And yes, show her love and concern by throwing moeny at his feet so he can have $ to spend and won't go hungry!
Maybe its the dad who found the son's convocation so boring he felt asleep and missed taking a picture of him on the stage? Or the mum who can cancel renovations on sundays to sleep in but not on the son's graduation day cos it's not important enough?
You tell me.
Where is the love?
Where is the fucking love?

I'm tired.
Tired of arguing, of being the black sheep in the family, of always having to go to bed feeling rotten and questioning my self worth everytime we fight over things that aren't important.
I feel so goddamn tired.
Whatever love I have, they don't deserve much of it.
I've lost whatever love I had of time, a long, long time ago.
Now their existence and my continued deference to them is to make sure I won't go cold and hungry.
Period.

5, 6, 7... with a little bit of 1, 2, 3...

7 - Sunday.

Stayed at home the whole of today. (discounting dinner, when I went to IMM - of all places - with my bro)
Quite a feat I must say.
No thanks to

a. lack of moolah/$/cash

b. pressing need to stay at home to make sure I won't get my arse burnt by the parents

c. too damn tired, been sleeping late and waking up at odd timings

Been reading, playing WoW(as usual), checking up some stuff online(no, its not p*rn) and napping.
Cool huh?

6 - Saturday

Cleaned up the house, or part of, or... whatever.

Late to pick up mina(sorry babe!) and a big, nope... HUGE bunch of totally pink and bimbo-tic balloons. Dun ask about the balloons.

'Hot and Throbbing'.
A good play. But I still feel kinda cheated to have paid $$ to watch some guy's arse hanging out of his pants. I mean, if it was a gal's butt....

Char's 21st birthday party at the M Hotel.
Missed the food but not the fun though.
What camera whores we were, with the sounds of 1, 2, 3 drawing us to swarm the picture taking like moths to a flame.
Sorry no picture up cos the camera is somewhere in Tibet. (guys, if ye all are reading this, better don't lose it yah?) - but will get them up as soon as I have them

A game of Dota with some of them guys.
And it was really 1 game.

Sent Jono, Nings, Bloo back after the game.
Such dears they were, ta-pao-ing satay for me... thanks sistas(and bruder!)

5 - Friday

Met up with Kev, Jianwei and Marvin in school, at the Dungeon to be more precise.
Working out on the directions of the dream, the hi-tech dream that will either make us, or break us.
Plans, ideas, research, good points, bad points, shooting downs, creation of, looking through, smoking, drinking, joking around, fooling around, dinner, old uncle, old times....

Speaking of old uncle, we had this funny conversation, no, to be more exact, this old man walked over and tried to engage us in various forms of discussion which we realised was quite one-sided. Anyway, here's some thai words we 'learnt' from him.

Lam Par Gah - Watch(the thingy you wear on your hand, savvy?)

Lam Par Ji Liao - Close shop/Shop closed

For those who knows hokkien, you will understand why we were laughing so hard that night.

Coffee at this uber-ulu place where Ed's bro(Paul) was working at.
Name of the place is... Gone Fishing or My Fishing Place or something like that, located somewhere along Hillview, in the bowels of the private housing estates and serve good almond coffee.

After coffee, we did one of the most shameless things that we have ever done.
We decided to meet up with Da Sao(Yifang) in Holland V cos she had gal frens with her. - though by the time we were ready to meet her only one of them was left.

But well, eventually we all had a good time, thanks to da sao for being such a sport, having us over for drinks and joining 2 guys on a late night supper treat.
No thanks to Ed the pig for 'tricking' me out without proper planning and execution of programs, almost leading to the worst case scenerio of me meeting Ed. We deciding where to go while having a smoke. We having no concrete plans. We head home. *which almost happened
Still, thanks for the company.

And so was the story of the weekend that came and went along so quickly and silently....

Ah...

Changed my blogskin once again.
For those who find this skin familiar, yesh, I took the idea cos I kinda liked this blogskin.

Anyway, everything's pretty much the same I guess.

Still jobless and bumming around.
Still getting f**ked left right centre by the parents.
Still reading till late hours in the morning.
Still missing World Cup.
Still smoking like no tomorrow(well, not exactly since I'm kinda broke actually).
Still playing games like Dota, WoW and what nots.
Still... the same I suppose.

Till next time...

The lights have changed, but some things still linger on...

The lights have changed, but some things still linger on...

I realised there was a reason why I didn't include Linger in my playlist.
Cos I'll just keep listening to it.

The lights in my room have been changed, from boring round holes in the ceiling to well, erm...
cutting edge squared holes in the ceiling?

I must admit, it does look rather sleek, not to mention brighter.
Though I wonder about the need for such strong lighting in a room where the main purpose is to sleep in.

Some things still linger on.
The look of my room remains relatively... untouched - unless you count the film of dust on everything and everywhere this afternoon.
I still feel comfy and cozy and everything nice about it still remains.
The smell, the feeling, the presence, the you that once entered this li'l haven of mine still linger on... the you that I knew so very long ago...

And I am still sleepless in the early morning.
Damn I miss my whiskey and what nots...

And then, there was FDS. Bravo...

And then, there was FDS. Bravo...

From left: Soon Lee(Uncle Lim, Cookhouse regular) , Thiam Peng(Bootheboothebootheboo, Ayumi-Fan), Me(二师弟, 法�: 烧一支), Peiwei(S3, Driver, Ah-Tiong Lookalike)

S3(again!), Mark Xie(Piggerine, Adamantium Ego, Self proclaimed cousin of Fiona Xie), Ngee Seng(Ah Boy, �师弟, 法�: 没�支)

Colin(三师弟, 法�: 很大支, Bruder who carried me back to bunk when I got too wasted), Colin's gal(sorry forgot the name), Uncle Lim(again)


Charmaine(Mrs Tan) and Hongni(Mr Tan Horny, Street Fighter/Guilty Gear/ KOF freak)

Last but not least.....

Kevin Wee(Wee-wee, 大师兄, 法�: �一支, Fellow Brotherhood of the YSL) - notice that the setting for this picture is different from the rest. Reason being: the cock never take photo with us in Marche. Nabei.....

Here I present to you, some of the buggers in FDS 8th Mono(some call us the 9-11 Mono) Bravo Platoon.
Dinner at Marche, Suntec. Then off to Paulaners for a beer before the rain evicted us to Dungeon.
And what a night it was.
Thank you guys.
For taking time to meet up again, after so bleddy damn long.
Till next time... where there be more food, drink, and people to usher in another merry merry night...