Month: April 2004

A friend of mine attended that party that Sarah Marbeck claimed was where she hooked Becks. I remember that party too, mostly because I wasn’t invited (I quit my job at the actors’ agency a few months earlier. Even if I didn’t quit, I wouldn’t have been invited, whether I look like Rob Schneider or…

“You know who you remind me of?” “Who?”, I ask, hoping it’s: a) someone famous b) someone good looking c) someone good looking and famous d) someone clever e) someone clever and famous all the while just knowing the answer’s gonna be somewhat disappointing. This time, the answer was “Rob Schneider“, a version of option…

Saturday was a blast. (I only ever recall things at least a few hours after it’s happened) Me and the boys went to the gym, then went to Ice Cold Beer for a quiet beer or ten (hopefully). We did ourselves in with three beers and two dozen chicken wings. Much mirth for Easter Saturday.…

If you haven’t already heard A-Do’s cover of Lionel Richie’s Hello, you must. Only don’t listen to it while driving. I can see it in your ice, I can see it in your smy…you’re all I ever wonnit, my ums are open why!

‘Cos I’m gunnawanna fall asleep. Die lah. 5am still haven’t sleep. Jia lat or whaaat? What happened to the weekend? How come so short?