Joke

Like all paedophile victims, I was listening to MJ's "You are not alone" in my room when Fane suddenly popped this little joke.

I'm not sure whether it's a Chinese thing, but they tend to mix beverages. Like Kopi and Teh, when you mix them, you have a new name called '鸳鸯'. (lover birds)

You can mix grass jelly drink and soya bean drink in hawker centres as well.
That particular drink is called: Michael Jackson

So a colloquial conversation to a hawker auntie will be like:
"Auntie, hor wa jit geh Michael Jackson" ( Auntie, get me a Michael Jackson )

Old jokes die hard.

Fly by night 2006

In the end, it was really to complete than to compete. As predicted, there were too many ideas, too idealistic and ambitious. We sought out to scramble with what's left. Deprivation of sleep didn't help the cause.

The easiest part was the editing. The product was bordering between thrash and abstractness but that is the type of shit that we hate. Technical glitches that we could not aviod, unforgivable mistakes were all there to see. I was a little embarrassed to see the end product on the big screen. There was a lot of crap so I guess we still did okay. It was great working with Rishi, Huixun and Shixiong.

Tan PP said to me, "I'm glad you finished it." I'll take that at the literal level.

社經

保罗·F·拉扎斯菲尔德奠定了美國社會學的模樣。我卻塑造了一個可笑的GPA。
克劳德·香农若沒創始信息论，諾伯特·維納若沒堅持對隨機過程和雜訊過程天色還殘留著灰色的光。

孤軍作戰的野狼很瀟灑。寂寞但選擇寂寞，歡笑令人作嘔。靈魂周旋著肉體，撫摸著它的傀儡，陡然散發出墳墓的香味。天真的魔鬼有著一臉的疲憊，邪惡的贈禮沒人欣賞也沒人理會。做惡多端難道是罪？純潔的白比不上黑色的美？風繼續吹，累上加累，用熱酒沖洗傷痛的滋味。

開心的人永遠都是最被人憎恨的人。你快樂不如我快樂。笑得越真，刀也刺得越深。子彈的速度敵不過你嘴唇一震。我還在等，期待你死亡那分。

20 years at United

Sir Alex Ferguson
The greatest manager of all-time.

The players come and go. Norman Whiteside, Paul McGrath, Bryan Robson, in comes Paul Ince, Roy Keane, Brian McClair, Andrei Kanchelskis, Peter Schmeichel.
Then came Cantona.
The first double.
Then Sparky left.
Andy Cole a record transfer.
The kids came in, Neville brothers, Butt, Beckham, Scholes.
The second double.
Lee Sharpe left.
Ole Gunnar Solksjaer came not knowing he will score the goal of his life.
Poborsky and Cruyff left.
The King retires.
Jaap Stam and Dwight Yorke came.
Treble winners. Crowned at Nou Camp.
Schmeichel left.
In came Veron.
Ruud Van Nistelrooy came.
Beckham leaves, Stam leaves.
Rio Ferdinand enters and misses drug test.
Alan Smith, Ronaldo and then Wayne Rooney.
Keano retires.

Like what Gary Neville said, unless you were 10 years old before 1986, you only had one boss. And that is Sir Alex.

It's a wrap

Stills from my 229 final production


Kingpin:


My favourite huskies

A first proper video shoot consists of an abandoned place, a van, a car, 3 outdoor locations, 8 actors, countless props, lightings and impossible equipment and a student-unfriendly budget. Watch out for the final product.

Oktoberfest 2006

It was a little different this time round from 2005. Much more sober, less games, more table stomping and more merry-making.

Oktoberfest is really old-school partying. The traditional German music with the constant chants and shouts makes the atmosphere almost like an ah-bengish wedding dinner. Gangsters and alpha-males will love the testorerone-charged setting. I would love to see those big Erdinger beer mugs smashed on someone's head. The arm-clinging merry-go-rounds and bouncing like gummy bears really should be the parties that I like to attend.



dQ looking charming as usual







FaneyB, JoeJingli, happy family


YuetyB has the last laugh.

The Departed

The Americans love it just like how the Asians adore Infernal Affairs. There are concerns prior to watching a Hollywood remake whose original version had been so successful: the characters that we all knew too well, the iconic scenes and the intelligence of the story. The Onion and rotten tomatoes rated it as good as Lord of The Rings. Some say Martin Scorscese has once again outdone his impossible standards. There is, however, no decent or credible movie critique we can find in an Asian point of view.

The Departed has done Infernal Affairs justice but then again its very hard to go wrong with its star-studded cast, star director and of course, its ingenious plot. The Boston neighbourhood is explored like it has never been before and its police-thief culture permeates through the entire movie. You have to admire Jack Nicholson for churning out great performances one after another but this one isn't difficult for him. It almost feels like that is another facade of him, like the characters he plays in all his movies. But then again, we all love Jack Nicholson. Matt Damon outshone Leornado Di Caprio in this movie although DiCaprio did quite a decent job. Perhaps after seeing Tony Leung with all that tiredness, fatigue in his eyes in Infernal Affairs, its hard to picture how a babyface like DiCaprio can pull off such a complicated and confused person. DiCap's acting is flawless but Tony Leung is the person himself.

Matt Damon didn't have that much of a hard time though. His moral ambiguties and cleverly crafted subtle body language makes this one of his best performances in his career so far. He fits the bill of the young, cocky, i-love-to-hate character.

There are harsh critics towards this film by many and I can understand why. The Departed is far too quick for Asian audiences. No time is wasted and people are killed without warning. No iconic scences, no slow-mos, no gun-pointing for 20 seconds or more. It's snappy and it gets to the point. There is a fine mix of humour with violence where everybody takes death and violence with a pinch of salt. Whereas in Hong Kong or Asia, violence is more serious and people really think through before squeezing the trigger. Slapstick is slapstick and reserved for the slapstick scenes. Violence means violent scene, you don't mix.

There was no sympathy when DiCaprio or Martin Sheen died. There was no big hurrah, no dramatic turn of emotions when the bad guys get shot. Everyone gets shot. Everyone gets killed for fun. We accept it, think it's a damm good movie and go back home.

For me, Mark Wahlburg should get more scenes and you gotta love the profanities.

Happiness

In this short life of ours, we often wonder what is the true meaning of happiness.
Setting up a happy family?
Persuing dreams or your passion?
Leading the simple life, retiring at a beachhouse or milking cows in some New Zealand farm site?
These images are programmed in our systems to be the perfect life or the perfect ending. We think they are because we picture it in our heads. We sense happiness.

Happiness derives from anticipating and hoping but not the actual result. True happiness is derived from the process, the labouring and then the afterthought. The recall of events. Happiness as such is never about the present. It is always about looking back or looking forward at something which has happened, something which may never happen or something that you think may happen. Happiness therefore never happens in real time.

What the hell am I talking about.

Everybody's tired