WAH lAUUU~~!!!!!
My sister got into Singapore Idol.
Blaaaa.... fine la fine la fine la FINE LA!!!! She belongs frontstage... I belong backstage, can?!?!?!!
Nb... model.. actress... singer... WHAT MORE?!?!?!? LAWYER?!?!?!?!?
Then me.... uh.. cameraman.. videographer.. photographer... CG artist.... WHAT MORE?!?!?! BLOGGER!??!?!
Worst thing is.... I’m not earning a single cent from whatever I’ve been doing since I was 15. She has.
Zzzzz unfair lei....
But then again iim only 18. She’s 35. hiak hiak hiak.
(she's 22 la..)
Come.. I show u all picture.
Her recent play. The one I find so lame. Or maybe cos im “not cultured” to be able to appreciate plays. But WTF..... I LOVE musical ensembles okay!!! I went for a Harmonica ensemble MYSELF a few months ago. Eat that!
This is her in costume. She say she dun like this picture. Why? cos she scared I make her head big big like Tharik.....
Which I will.......
Just not now. hur hur hur.
I dun have a “real” picture of her la in my comp. Not a fan. LOL. So I go to her friendster steal picture. I like this one.
Cos when she like this... it means I will have peace.
Ok enuf? Enough la. I dun like to show her to people. Because everytime they see her.... they will turn to me and ask, “... and what happened to you?”
Nb... damn cb doo lan.....
Anyways... I would like to take this oppurtunity to PLEAD to everyone here to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE realise that YOU CAN TAG~! Like, WHOO!!!!..... some always ask, “Your blog no tagboard neh... how to tag??!?!”
I say... GOT... but its not a tagboard. Ok you all please see the part after every posts which says, “LEAVE COMMENT”. Ok.. over there... use that one. Can still write what you wan (bo word limit wan....) and also put ur name. but... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HOR~!!!!! DON’T SELECT the button called ANONYMOUS. OKAY?! I get very doolan when I cant say thank you to a definite person.
Oh ya.... tomorrow morning (Sunday morning)... I will be shooting the project you all ham sap old men like.
I call the project, “Operation: Chee Kor Pek!”
Basically my assignment was to form a story with a sequence of shots. Its like stop-motion photography liddat. Got see Chicken Run? Liddat la.
But then I dun wan... because I find it lame. So I go up to teacher ask him if I can make it more swee anot. This time I do like comic strip. Anyone got play Max Payne? Liddat la.
So shah and I form up story. ... Which I will tell you all now. And you... YOU .... yeah.. the ham sap old man. Come here.. I also tell you.
Our story:
Jay (as in.. Jay Chou..) walks into the room with a woman. Her name is... uh... mary? ... Eeeee la stupid name. lets call her.... Jolin. :S
Jolin comes in with Jay. They are giggling, jay’s hands placed lightly on jolin’s waist. Jolin flirtily runs her fingers on jay’s palm, up his arm, to his neck, and slwoly places her palm on his cheek. And...
They slowly kiss...... and their passionate moment transforms in an inferno of raging lust and sin. Jay turns and pushes Jolin up against the wall. She moans a bit (cos it hurt)... but then smiles up at Jay while he slides his hands up into her shirt. He kisses her neck.
Skali... BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Jay handphone ringing. It rings a while more while Jay and Jolin moan and groan offscreen. The handphone keeps flashin and vibrating nonetheless. Finally, Jay groans and lets Jolin off the floor. Her hair is messed up, her shirt is up. She tidies up her hair and arranges her shirt as Jay picks up the phone.
“SIMI?!” Jay answers.
Whoopps... rewind rewind rewind..... pssssszzzzzztttt..... ok.. dub voice....... ok... play....
“Yeah?” Jay answers, in a deep gruffy voice.
Jolin looks on. She cleans the sides of her mouth with her finger.
And slowly licks it.
“Documents? Okay.... okay I’ll get it to you soon.” Jay fumbles.... looking around the room.. into his bag... he pauses, and looks at Jolin.
“I left it in my car. I’ll get it to you online in a while.” Jay continues, eyes staring straight into Jolin’s. He throws his phone away.
They get together again, kissing a bit more.
Jay whispers to Jolin, “I have to get down to get something. I’ll be back okay?”
Jolin nods... and slowly paces away as Jay walks to the door. He scrumbles to tuck in his shirt, then gives Jolin a smirk as he tries to pull the door. He stops.
“It’s locked.”
Jolin flings the house keys at Jay. He opens the door and leaves.
Jolin sits in the room. Silent. She gazes at the ceiling... the wall... the door... a picture of Jesus.
Jolin gets up. Walks to a bedroom. Opens the door....
....to find another woman, in a singlet, on the bed.
They stare. The woman on the nods.
Jay opens up the boot of his car, ciggarette in his mouth. He looks about, frowning, then digs into his boot in search of something.
Jolin lays in bed, side by side, with the other women. She speaks, “He’s not a very good man, really.”
“... so it’s just the money?”
“I guess.”
Jay heaves a sigh of relief. He pulls out a bag, and closes the boot. Jay walks away, bag slung on his shoulder, ciggarette stump in hand, its ashes falling off onto the tiled floor.
“He’s so clumsy at times....” says Jolin nonchalantly.
“... even in bed? he puts the bomb in the wrong hole?” laughs the other woman.
“fuck you, janet!” exclaims Jolin as she hits Janet.
Janet giggles and they start to wrestle each other, limbs interlocking each other.... body contact... flesh.... Janet overpowers Jolin and gets on top of her.... and smiles...
“go ahead....”
Time slows down. Their lips lock into position... engaging in acts that are powered by sleazy urges. Janet runs her fingers through Jolin’s hair.
Moans and groans.
Jay is in the lift. The floor indicator of the elevator slowly lights up at the different floors.
Jolin and Janet are under the sheets. Both seem to be nude. Jolin is on top, kissing and licking Janet on the neck.... and slowly easing down on her, beneath the sheets.
Jay opens the door of the apartment, throws his shoe across the floor. And looks around the apartment. He thinks. He;s in awe. Then he hears sound coming from a bedroom.
He creeps up to the door and.....
CRACK~!
The door swings open. Jolin and Janet scream in shock and rush to cover themselves with blankets and pillows.
Jay stares. A moment of dead silence. Slowly, he reaches into his bag, as if looking for a gun.
.....but instead, he pulls out a camera, and drops the bag.
Jay smiles.
Grins appear on the faces of the women.
Jay casually steps towards the bed.
The end.
Ok la so maybe that was a bit overboard la. Nb... so many kissing and all that. I dun wan to mop the floor later.
0.0
So we have been ordered to take FORTY SHOTS, MINUMUM.... for the project. Then my teacher Mr. Siew Kwee Liong say I can put music... can put transitions.. bla bla bla... so basically it becomes a video la.
I like.
I hope I can tio A grade because I like to do video AND take photo of notti things.
Then once I complete...... I post up on this blog. Okay? Muahahaha.
So I know some of u ham sap old men got ur bird bird up and ready to serve the nation..... CONGRATULATIONS..... now u can throw away that twenty-year old viagra and come my blog instead.
Otherwise... you can see me do magic. Like this one here.
See his face? This is Earth-Virgo. He also gangster. You wan to know what gang? He come from Broken Wrist Gang 5566. Their territory is Changi Village, Geylang Lorong (all the even numbers) and some times they come Toa Payoh, AMK and Yishun. But most of the time they will be at the Little India.
Very handsome hor?
He once told me he wan to be princess. Eh no. Queen. He wan to be Queen. Queen of his gang so all his kakis can come support his backside when he go toilet.
I sit down with my leg big big in the coffeeshop, smoking the ciggarette my friend help me buy from Thailand and say to him, “Eh.... I noe I very big shot. But I not Tua Pei Kong. I not Britney Spears... I not genie in the bottle. But I will try my best la hor. It’s a sibeh er xing wish... but nvm.. I still help you.”
So Earth- Virgo left.
And I did what I can do....
Then become liddat lor...
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
...
I told you I not Tua Pei Kong what.....
My sister got into Singapore Idol.
Blaaaa.... fine la fine la fine la FINE LA!!!! She belongs frontstage... I belong backstage, can?!?!?!!
Nb... model.. actress... singer... WHAT MORE?!?!?!? LAWYER?!?!?!?!?
Then me.... uh.. cameraman.. videographer.. photographer... CG artist.... WHAT MORE?!?!?! BLOGGER!??!?!
Worst thing is.... I’m not earning a single cent from whatever I’ve been doing since I was 15. She has.
Zzzzz unfair lei....
But then again iim only 18. She’s 35. hiak hiak hiak.
(she's 22 la..)
Come.. I show u all picture.
Her recent play. The one I find so lame. Or maybe cos im “not cultured” to be able to appreciate plays. But WTF..... I LOVE musical ensembles okay!!! I went for a Harmonica ensemble MYSELF a few months ago. Eat that!
This is her in costume. She say she dun like this picture. Why? cos she scared I make her head big big like Tharik.....
Which I will.......
Just not now. hur hur hur.
I dun have a “real” picture of her la in my comp. Not a fan. LOL. So I go to her friendster steal picture. I like this one.
Cos when she like this... it means I will have peace.
Ok enuf? Enough la. I dun like to show her to people. Because everytime they see her.... they will turn to me and ask, “... and what happened to you?”
Nb... damn cb doo lan.....
Anyways... I would like to take this oppurtunity to PLEAD to everyone here to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE realise that YOU CAN TAG~! Like, WHOO!!!!..... some always ask, “Your blog no tagboard neh... how to tag??!?!”
I say... GOT... but its not a tagboard. Ok you all please see the part after every posts which says, “LEAVE COMMENT”. Ok.. over there... use that one. Can still write what you wan (bo word limit wan....) and also put ur name. but... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HOR~!!!!! DON’T SELECT the button called ANONYMOUS. OKAY?! I get very doolan when I cant say thank you to a definite person.
Oh ya.... tomorrow morning (Sunday morning)... I will be shooting the project you all ham sap old men like.
I call the project, “Operation: Chee Kor Pek!”
Basically my assignment was to form a story with a sequence of shots. Its like stop-motion photography liddat. Got see Chicken Run? Liddat la.
But then I dun wan... because I find it lame. So I go up to teacher ask him if I can make it more swee anot. This time I do like comic strip. Anyone got play Max Payne? Liddat la.
So shah and I form up story. ... Which I will tell you all now. And you... YOU .... yeah.. the ham sap old man. Come here.. I also tell you.
Our story:
Jay (as in.. Jay Chou..) walks into the room with a woman. Her name is... uh... mary? ... Eeeee la stupid name. lets call her.... Jolin. :S
Jolin comes in with Jay. They are giggling, jay’s hands placed lightly on jolin’s waist. Jolin flirtily runs her fingers on jay’s palm, up his arm, to his neck, and slwoly places her palm on his cheek. And...
They slowly kiss...... and their passionate moment transforms in an inferno of raging lust and sin. Jay turns and pushes Jolin up against the wall. She moans a bit (cos it hurt)... but then smiles up at Jay while he slides his hands up into her shirt. He kisses her neck.
Skali... BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Jay handphone ringing. It rings a while more while Jay and Jolin moan and groan offscreen. The handphone keeps flashin and vibrating nonetheless. Finally, Jay groans and lets Jolin off the floor. Her hair is messed up, her shirt is up. She tidies up her hair and arranges her shirt as Jay picks up the phone.
“SIMI?!” Jay answers.
Whoopps... rewind rewind rewind..... pssssszzzzzztttt..... ok.. dub voice....... ok... play....
“Yeah?” Jay answers, in a deep gruffy voice.
Jolin looks on. She cleans the sides of her mouth with her finger.
And slowly licks it.
“Documents? Okay.... okay I’ll get it to you soon.” Jay fumbles.... looking around the room.. into his bag... he pauses, and looks at Jolin.
“I left it in my car. I’ll get it to you online in a while.” Jay continues, eyes staring straight into Jolin’s. He throws his phone away.
They get together again, kissing a bit more.
Jay whispers to Jolin, “I have to get down to get something. I’ll be back okay?”
Jolin nods... and slowly paces away as Jay walks to the door. He scrumbles to tuck in his shirt, then gives Jolin a smirk as he tries to pull the door. He stops.
“It’s locked.”
Jolin flings the house keys at Jay. He opens the door and leaves.
Jolin sits in the room. Silent. She gazes at the ceiling... the wall... the door... a picture of Jesus.
Jolin gets up. Walks to a bedroom. Opens the door....
....to find another woman, in a singlet, on the bed.
They stare. The woman on the nods.
Jay opens up the boot of his car, ciggarette in his mouth. He looks about, frowning, then digs into his boot in search of something.
Jolin lays in bed, side by side, with the other women. She speaks, “He’s not a very good man, really.”
“... so it’s just the money?”
“I guess.”
Jay heaves a sigh of relief. He pulls out a bag, and closes the boot. Jay walks away, bag slung on his shoulder, ciggarette stump in hand, its ashes falling off onto the tiled floor.
“He’s so clumsy at times....” says Jolin nonchalantly.
“... even in bed? he puts the bomb in the wrong hole?” laughs the other woman.
“fuck you, janet!” exclaims Jolin as she hits Janet.
Janet giggles and they start to wrestle each other, limbs interlocking each other.... body contact... flesh.... Janet overpowers Jolin and gets on top of her.... and smiles...
“go ahead....”
Time slows down. Their lips lock into position... engaging in acts that are powered by sleazy urges. Janet runs her fingers through Jolin’s hair.
Moans and groans.
Jay is in the lift. The floor indicator of the elevator slowly lights up at the different floors.
Jolin and Janet are under the sheets. Both seem to be nude. Jolin is on top, kissing and licking Janet on the neck.... and slowly easing down on her, beneath the sheets.
Jay opens the door of the apartment, throws his shoe across the floor. And looks around the apartment. He thinks. He;s in awe. Then he hears sound coming from a bedroom.
He creeps up to the door and.....
CRACK~!
The door swings open. Jolin and Janet scream in shock and rush to cover themselves with blankets and pillows.
Jay stares. A moment of dead silence. Slowly, he reaches into his bag, as if looking for a gun.
.....but instead, he pulls out a camera, and drops the bag.
Jay smiles.
Grins appear on the faces of the women.
Jay casually steps towards the bed.
The end.
Ok la so maybe that was a bit overboard la. Nb... so many kissing and all that. I dun wan to mop the floor later.
0.0
So we have been ordered to take FORTY SHOTS, MINUMUM.... for the project. Then my teacher Mr. Siew Kwee Liong say I can put music... can put transitions.. bla bla bla... so basically it becomes a video la.
I like.
I hope I can tio A grade because I like to do video AND take photo of notti things.
Then once I complete...... I post up on this blog. Okay? Muahahaha.
So I know some of u ham sap old men got ur bird bird up and ready to serve the nation..... CONGRATULATIONS..... now u can throw away that twenty-year old viagra and come my blog instead.
Otherwise... you can see me do magic. Like this one here.
See his face? This is Earth-Virgo. He also gangster. You wan to know what gang? He come from Broken Wrist Gang 5566. Their territory is Changi Village, Geylang Lorong (all the even numbers) and some times they come Toa Payoh, AMK and Yishun. But most of the time they will be at the Little India.
Very handsome hor?
He once told me he wan to be princess. Eh no. Queen. He wan to be Queen. Queen of his gang so all his kakis can come support his backside when he go toilet.
I sit down with my leg big big in the coffeeshop, smoking the ciggarette my friend help me buy from Thailand and say to him, “Eh.... I noe I very big shot. But I not Tua Pei Kong. I not Britney Spears... I not genie in the bottle. But I will try my best la hor. It’s a sibeh er xing wish... but nvm.. I still help you.”
So Earth- Virgo left.
And I did what I can do....
Then become liddat lor...
.
.
...
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
...
I told you I not Tua Pei Kong what.....
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