They go well with bread, butter, toast, angst, pent up workstress and a desperate need to bang something.
They also make uncles look a whole lot younger and yauyeng-er.
And they train up your multitasking skills. (left) uncle play drums and sing at the same time. Dun playplay.
As usual, i am nowhere to be seen because i am the camera holder. Camera holders arenotqualified / dontdeserve / looktoofugly to be in photos.
The other day i had a conversation with a friend that went something along the lines of:
friend: so who u going jamming with tonight? me: oh with this group of old uncles la. friend: oh how old? me: erm... 30's. friend: tats not very old. you're already 25. me: ...............(long pending pause)....................shit. you're right.
And as simple and as instant as that, it dawned upon me... no wait... more of a lightning jolt than a briskful dawn... like a meteor had crashed on me and had suddenly shook the very foundation of my puny existence to the core... it suddenly hit me that i will be joining the golden ranks of the "uncle" category very soon.
Cold sweat drips down my forehead amidst my realization that age is catching up with me. I can only shrug and curse.
The OTHER other day i took a free bone endurance test in 1u organised by Anlene. And just by chance take a guess what the end results were? I was placed in the "risky" zone. Yea. The yellow zone next to the red zone where octogenarians and osteoporosis proners lurk. The section reserved mainly for citizens of a rather more senior standing in society. So there you have it. I'm officially a fragile-boned human. A slight touch and you could dislocate my wimpy shoulder. A soft push and you could shatter my rib cage. A gentle tug and you could snap my neck instantly. That's what the results say. I dunno. I run i walk i sweat i move and stay mobile alot. I dont get it. The ignorant way of thinking would be that I was a victim of a tired examiner dozzingoff on duty during the roadshow or maybe a malfunction of machinery at the presence of my overzealous nerves during the test. Either way, i am not completely convinced that my abled body is that unable. I'm not!
Aiyo. You see la. I wanted to write about my cool new uncle band but i ended up feeling depressed about my age and deteriorating body.
Because it was too tempting. Because i have my needs. Because i was bored shitless and impulsive decisions give me the adrenalin fix i need for the day.
And because facebook is so fun when your cuter-than-cute colleague forgets to log out of her facebook account and physically disappears from sight, leaving an open field of possibilities completely unguarded, unattended and undeniably inviting.
wow. she's gonna be a mummy.
Of course, by initiating such drastic actions, you obviously need to be prepared to take responsibilities once all hell breaks lose.
Consequence no.1: scorned victim publicly puts the word out for a cheap price on ur head.
revenge is a dish best served when you attend a sudden meeting and forget to log out of YOUR facebook account, leaving door open to opportunities for paybacks from hatchet-barring frienemies.
A VERY enlightening morning conversation with the housebunneighvia msn / imo.im(cuz damn company banmsn) :
jaemy: hows the weather? sy: pretty good sy: the weather's pretty fine jaemy: are u fine? sy:i'm fine too sy: why, did i look not fine to u? jaemy: no u always look fine jaemy: but are you REALLY fine? jaemy: tats the question sy: i believe no one's REALLY fine sy: i guess i'm okay fine~ sy: could be better sy: my fine's a couldbebetter fine, u kno sy: though it's quite fine as it is sy: if i could, i'd like a couldbebetter one jaemy: yeah i guess everyones a couldbebetter fine nowadays. personally im in a couldbecouldbebetter fine phaze. sy: yeah jaemy: but the couldbecouldbebetter fine is also ok la sy: yeah? jaemy:theres a fine line between couldbecouldbebetter fine and fine sy: but if there's no couldbecouldbebetter fine sy: the fine'd do too, is that it? sy: u can live, with the fine sy: just that u'd live better when u have a couldbecouldbebetter fine jaemy:couldbecouldbebetter fine is rather confusing state of fine jaemy: its like limbo fine sy: it is actually jaemy: but overall its still generally fine jaemy: all confined within the fine jaemy: fine within the fine jaemy: u know? sy: yeah i guess that's pretty much similar to mine sy: it's just... all fine jaemy: generally overally fine sy: though it couldbebetter/couldbecouldbebetter sy: but... for the moment fine'd do sy: fine is just fine jaemy:im fine with being fine too.
yeah. err. so. kesimpulannya. we are fine. in case anyone's wondering.
I must confess. The Oscars used to bore me shitless when i was younger.
I used to look at this glitzy grown-up awards show and wonder why the hell people actually bothered to sit themselves down just to watch stuckup angmos give boring speeches that dont ever have anything to do with us.
And i used to wonder how excruciating it was to watch this endless parade of perhimpunan speeches with only 1 or 2 performances slotted amidst its 3 friggin hour long show. and even then the performances used to make me yawn.
Snore man. I never got it. Hand me the MTV Awards any day.
And then i grew up and discovered that movies were apparently made out of alot of hardwork and sacrifice from alot of people doing alot of things like location shoots and writing and directoring and audio mixing and costuming and set designing and special effectsting. And more importantly i discovered the REAL use of internet and torrent and unlimited easy access to movies without forking out an extra dime on pirated dvds.
Ah. How times have changed.
This year's Oscars were pretty fantastic i'd say.
Maybe it was because i actually took the effort to catch 8/10 of the best picture nominations.
Maybe it was because i watched the entire show in the office (ok parts of it here and there cuz i actually have work to do) with the colleagues cheering on for Kath Bigblow Bigelow to make Oscar history and rub it in ex Cameron's face.
Maybe it was Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin's hilariously onstage chemistry. (dont care what TheStar says about how bad their hosting was. they were a riot.)
Most enjoyable presenters to watch were undoubtedly
Tina Fey & Rob Down Jr.
Cameron D & Steve Carell
the awesome dance performance.cant forget that.
Avatarrified Ben Stiller.
Such a joy to watch.
The only bad thing about the awards was Tom Hanks presenting at the end for Best Picture. Dude comes on and does his thing and reads his cues and suddenly just blurts out the winner with no drumroll anticipation of any sort or any form of suspense for us viewers to hold on to before the climax.
Everyone in the office literally went “wha… ? was that it? Did Hurt win? Oh. they did. Ok.” Oscars was running out of time apparently. Poor shiny statue had to pee badly.
It’s a pity though. The Hurt Locker is one boring ass movie.
15 minutes into the film and I couldn’t take it anymore. Left the living room and facebooked the rest of the movie away. Occasionally stealing glances whenever there was an explosion or people getting snippered.
OK I reckon I should give it a 2nd chance soon. I liked the close up slowmo shots whenever the bombs detonated.