In Actorlympics 2004 – Acropolis Now,
it started out with me being fondled by Nell Ng and then ending
up getting squashed by Afdlin Shauki.
Now, in tonight’s Actorlympics, it turned out like something out
of another wet dream when I got Ida Nerina to grope and grind me.
Just as I was savoring the moment, Edwin Sumun
got into the mix. Never have I felt more sexually taken advantage
of in front of a live audience ever. All that from directing a
karaoke music video, albeit a warped one.
While we’re still on the subject of sleep, I wish they have
something to fix my ever erratic sleeping pattern. I’ve been
getting by with only 2-3 hours of sleep on the average for the
past 10 years already. It’s not as bad as the dude who hasn’t been sleeping for 30 years.
At least, not just yet. But at the rate I’m going, he might have
a competitor in due time.
I’m not sure whether it’s the stress or the therapy that did it but blood vessels are popping all over my cranial regions already. And I’m still as agitated as an air traffic controller on amphetamines. Any other suggestions?
Gonna make another appearance on Xfresh Xtended Play tomorrow
Saturday, Feb 18 at 10:00pm (if stuff works out well) so feel
free to tune in
if you feel like pounding your ears with my treatment of songs.
For those of you who are curious to know how the production looks
like behind the scenes, check out JFK’s LifeLogger entry.
It’s all about making things sound big whilst working in sweatshop
like conditions on a shoestring budget really. Toldya before that
I’m a bedroom DJ, didn’t I?
I went walking along Orchard Road today. The Filipino and
Indonesian maids were out in full force and in droves. If back
home I can get the impression that I’m a stranger in my own land
(try being at KLCC on public holidays), today’s experience kinda
made me feel that I got mistakenly sent to another country.
Definitely the wrong place to look out for any of them Hot Malay Girls
too, for sure.
Besides having a dysfunctional dress sense and sporting an RM6
haircut that I go for every quarter in a year, here’s another
reason why I’m retrosexual.
Being in a slightly festive mood with the double new year
celebrations that was coming up, I tried changing the curtains in
my master bedroom the other day only to realize that sometimes
they sell those darned things in ones, even though the packaging
suggests that it contains two (now I know why I thought they’re
on sale). Needless to say, my bedroom window now sports a
spanking new curtain on one side and an extremely faded and worn
out one on the other. The Phuturecrib
has always been an interesting piece of work ever since it accidentally got renovated.
Male carbon based bipedal life form capable of operating machines that can perform billions of operations per second without bloodshed. Also capable of producing millions of male reproductive cells on a daily basis without even trying.