This one goes out to you. Yeah, you know who you are.
“Writing is not like shitting.”
– Stephen Chin (ex-Editor Smart Investor)
Last night marked my first emcee-ing gig for 2008. Even though I didn’t get paid cos I’m full time staff of NewMan, I feel OK and happy about it. I was paired up with a professional emcee called Daniella. I guess those of you who came (Thanks for coming ya!) would have probably saw her, and can agree she’s quite hot. She did complain to me that she felt her boob is quite small, but its okla, she’s quite chio so that can make up for it. HAHA!
I felt that I started off quite gan cheong, but towards the end I feel quite comfortable already. Also thanks to my wonderful stage manager Arthur who ran around non-stop last night to help me and Daniella for this and that. Cheers man, if I need another stage manager in the future, I sure call you bro! HAHA!
I also met up with my buddy Will Quah last night, and he confirmed with me that there will be an open casting for radio DJ on Wednesday. Right now, I’m feeling pretty exited about it, but I’m scared that I freeze like how I froze when I went for my TV casting. First at Media Prima, then at Astro. Hmm, maybe I’m not made for TV cos I’m too fat. HAHA!
But thanks to all my buddies (Charles, Vicky, Teresa, Pui Yee, Melvin, Shen Yee, Vincent, Cynthia, Edward, Gerard, Hon San, Hui Ni, Lili) for keep on cheering for me last night. I also feel quite paiseh, cos I always cut line for my emcee partner. Some more she is professional emcee leh. Really so paiseh. Maybe I too excited already la I think…HAHA!
Also, sorry to all of you other buddies who attended the party. Really sorry that I couldn’t entertain you guys more even though I’m hosting this party,but you know, cannot help right… cos most of the time I’m stuck on stage. HAHA!
Anyways, I’ve been doing some reading lately. I’m not a bookworm, it’s very obvious, but yes, I’ve been doing some reading. I don’t usually read novel or thick books and I don’t read many series of books either. Sains Tingkatan 1 – 5 isn’t considered a series, and isn’t a novel either. Last time in highschool when we can choose literature or art, I chose art. But now I end up writing for a living. What the fuck right? Total mind fuck. But anyway, back to the point. I don’t read much series book. The last series of books I read was Dragon Lance novels. That was when I was still a small kid leh. Chow cibai. No Happy Potter, or other shit in between yo. HAHA!
But the point I’m trying to say is that I’ve started reading a series again. Well, actually not a series series la, but a series of books by the same author – TV host, French chef, and one of the most kuai lan guai lo that I’ve seen on TV before – Anthony Bourdain. I read his first book on my flight to USA because I really like watching his program, Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations, on TV. This fucker is damn cool loh. He travels the world, drinks, eats, smokes and curses freely on TV. Damn fucking champion. Because of that I bought his first book to read on my flight called Kitchen Confidential. But that was fucking ages ago, about 2 or 3 months ago already. HAHA!
Since then, I haven’t read anything, but fuck it lah. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m now reading his second book thanks to the bookfair that Shanice and Melvin 2 brought me to when we went to see the circus. Hmm… The book is also by Anthony Boirdain called A Cook’s Tour. You know what? This is what I want to fucking do lor. Its damn fucking cool. Fly here, do crazy thing, write. Fly there, do crazy thing, write. Best part, get paid. MACHIBAI! I WANT LOR MACIBAI!!!!!!!!!!! HAHA!!
Anyway, as usual, my attention strayed while writing this blog because I have found lots of Spartans blogs (Ken, Ah Liang, etc etc) and I’m quite tired of typing. I type the whole day for salary, so you can understand lah. So to end this post, I shall be a wonderful guy and say, i haha.
It’s 3.26am and I’m exhausted from my futsal game tonight. I know I didn’t exactly run much compared to other people, but with my level of fitness, I think I did a hell of a job. Haha…
Tomorrow is my big day. Hopefully I can perform well, and maybe that will give me inspiration to attend the open audition for DJ’s for the radio station. I’ve already failed to make the cut for TV – I guess I was too gabrah when in front of the camera last time. The lens is fucking big leh. KNNCCB. Bigger than my head. Bigger than my fucking car’s rim leh. How to not scared. Macibai.
Anyways, I hope I can do well tomorrow, and audition well next week. I really want to get that job, even though it’s for a relatively smaller radio station. But who gives a fuck? Everyone needs a break into the industry right? Cameron Diaz started out as an extra. Claudier Shefer (however the fuck you spell that German cow’s name) acted as a fucking air stewardess in a commercial and sang some stupid jinggle. There was this famous actor guy who was once a used car salesman. There are those who were once garbage collectors and grave diggers. Mahai. Don’t look down oh. I know I’m just a writer – my words tend to come out better on paper (on screen lah in this case), but fuck it, it’s my ambition ma.
See how it goes. Hopefully tomorrow will do well and catch some attention. Not to say I’m an attention whore (trying not to be lah), but I always dreamed that someone would notice the stuff I do, like how those football scouts manage to scout young players and take them to massive clubs. But if the kid is unlucky, and he kena scan by some pedo-scout then GG for him lah. Sorry kid, you’ve been attacked by the pedobear. Hohoho…
Shamelessly rip from other people site haha…
Oh well… At least I know that I’m safe from the pedobear. Who knows. If things don’t work out, I might become the pedobear! HAHAHAHA
It’s 1.16am in my newly arranged room. I bought a nice table room from Ikea today that cost me only RM95, and I put my computer and speakers on it. Didn’t buy that funky swivel chair though, so I knicked a chair from the dining table. Hoho…
It’s fucking hot here though, and I’m facing a predicament. If I close the window, I won’t get fresh air and my ashtray will stink up the room, but at least the fan will feel stronger. If I open my door, it will increase the windflow through my room, hence cooling it down, but then I can’t listen to music because it’ll wake up my mom.
If I sleep with my shirt on, it’ll be a little too hot, and I’ll wake up all sweaty. But if I take off my shirt and sleep, it’ll eventually end up too cold, and I’ll wake up with the chills and a runny nose.
I just wished I had air conditioning in my room. That would solve everything except the ashtray smell, which I can remedy simply by putting it in the hall.
I need to get my hair cut too.
I need to be in Pavilion at 10am.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck cibai fuck!!!!!
In an ideal world, this blog post would come in three days time. It would be five months since my last blog post, and upon clicking on my blog address, rays of light would beam out from your monitor. Angel voices would chant in the background, and a gynormous firework would explode in the sky. A battalion of fighter jets would soar over your head at such pace that the sonic boom that follows would blow you off your seat. Your mother would call, and tell you how much she loved you. Your unborn child would thank you by resonating your testicles/ovaries. God himself would smile upon you, and the bastards from MPPJ would take a day off and not fine you for overstaying your parking ticket. I might actually get some work done, and my boss would give me a raise + bonus + a pat on the back.
Unfortunately, it isn’t three days in the future. Unfortunately, none of that is going to happen today. Oh well, at least I’ve got my health. Or lack of.
I’ll continue this blog a little later on when I’ve actually found something inspiring to write about. No telling when that will happen though. Actually, I haven’t found anything inspiring to write about/to live for/to talk about since February. Which in three days time would make it five month’s since my last blog. Hmm.
As you can visibly see, the blog is pretty dead right now. I wish I could say it was because I’ve been too busy to blog. I’m afraid it isn’t anywhere near as romantic.
I’ve been pretty confused recently about lots and lots of things. I wish they would all work out the way I tell people their problems will eventually work out, but I’ve been waiting for so long I’m loosing my cool.
So it looks like there’s no better way to do it, than to do it cold fuckin turkey.
Signing out indefinately,
Pun Pun Rider
I can’t believe my luck. Today has been the best day of 2008 by far!
1. Met Dave White.
2. Got a signed poster and tshirt from him.
3. Won myself a locker full of Nike Vintage Dunks!
4. Met and hung out with Jin.
That’s almost RM3k worth of prizes, and a ton of priceless experiences. I’m fuckin’ stoked. I can’t even believe it myself!
Thank God for the computer and the internet. It turns geeky losers like me into macho men. I’ll harness its powers for the the forces of good, and try to weave myself some space into her schedule. But technology (or rather, MSN in particular) has fucked me up one time too many. I guess I’ll just have to source for more wonderful mediums on the net then. I wonder if my combined efforts will eventually bear fruit. I guess I’ll just have to try to find out, ey?
Attraction is a funny thing. I don’t know how it works, nor will I ever know how it works.
One thing I do know for sure is how easily attracted to people I am.
There’s this girl I know. I know her from this guy I know. I think she’s really nice, but then again, I’ve only met her x times. Notice how x is in the lower case, denoting how little the amount is? Well, with all news, there’s the good and the bad.
She’s nice to me.
She hasn’t found me overly weird. Yet.
Eveything thats good is what I think, and is in no way confirmed or substantiated by actual facts.
The thing about this whole issue is that things don’t always work the way I wish they would. She isn’t going to magically turn around one day and tell me that I’m the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Haha. If that happened that would be quite drama, but like I said (over and over again), life isn’t like a drama.
Well, if you ask me about my short term plans, then yes. I am going to try.
If you ask me why? Then OK, I don’t have the best track record out there, but I do have the right to be optimistic right?
So whatever happens in the near future, I hope that the lowdown of it all is transpired well enough here. Well enough that I can look back at this post a couple of weeks/months down the line and laugh at how “organized” I tried to be. Hah.
What happens when you put two guys in a free flow bar?