So like me and Bianca were sitting and chilling over tea and smokes in S-11 right. And, over the course of the night, pondering our various problems. Talking random cock as we do. There was some fella, who loudly exclaimed "Aiya...never get XB". Cue: Coca Cola can and its whole range of World Cup promotion goodies.
But overhearing his telephone conversations, the loner suddenly got more interesting to us. Cue: Me buys a coupla cokes, offers to get him one too. He joins our table. And then the fun starts. The getting-to-know-you.
He looked Eurasian, but told us he was from Wisconsin. Later said he had Chinese blood. I blur. Red-neck goat fucking farmers in the South West, have Chinese blood? Highly unlikely right.
Then, bits of information flows that totally throws us out of sync with the whole scene.
For example, he was an Apache Longbow AH-64 pilot supporting the Ranger Corps [Never leave a man behind] in the Gulf War no less. Suffered some post traumatic stress.
Had an ex-wife who was Hawaiian, got to know her when he was bumming there. Had a fairytale romance and a beach wedding, she passed on liao.
Fella counts Chris Rock as a personal friend. Steven Spielberg is his idol and he has had one to one talk time at the Screen Actors' Guild awards before.
He's a DVD freak and smokes menthol.
Says his aim is to come up with a $50 million feature film soon and hopes to find the funding for it.
Oh yes, this new acquaintance of ours works as a videographer for a VERY reputable production house. An international one with a Singapore division. More famous for producing Gundam Seed Destiny but also working on other television programmes.
A bitchfest ensued about ang mohs and Singaporeans. Pros and cons. At least I educated him on why the pretty ones can't talk english properly, the subtle differences between tamileh/mamak/keling, and where to find bathrobes.
End of the night. I is offered a job. As an extra or with lines, fucking attractive remuneration man. I was floored. I like this industry already.
I just hope nothing is an April Fool's hoax.
Damn! Drink more Coke. Get to know more Ang Mohs. Not all of them wanan grab your ass the wrong way. Some of them just like to shake hands.
Adieu!
But overhearing his telephone conversations, the loner suddenly got more interesting to us. Cue: Me buys a coupla cokes, offers to get him one too. He joins our table. And then the fun starts. The getting-to-know-you.
He looked Eurasian, but told us he was from Wisconsin. Later said he had Chinese blood. I blur. Red-neck goat fucking farmers in the South West, have Chinese blood? Highly unlikely right.
Then, bits of information flows that totally throws us out of sync with the whole scene.
For example, he was an Apache Longbow AH-64 pilot supporting the Ranger Corps [Never leave a man behind] in the Gulf War no less. Suffered some post traumatic stress.
Had an ex-wife who was Hawaiian, got to know her when he was bumming there. Had a fairytale romance and a beach wedding, she passed on liao.
Fella counts Chris Rock as a personal friend. Steven Spielberg is his idol and he has had one to one talk time at the Screen Actors' Guild awards before.
He's a DVD freak and smokes menthol.
Says his aim is to come up with a $50 million feature film soon and hopes to find the funding for it.
Oh yes, this new acquaintance of ours works as a videographer for a VERY reputable production house. An international one with a Singapore division. More famous for producing Gundam Seed Destiny but also working on other television programmes.
A bitchfest ensued about ang mohs and Singaporeans. Pros and cons. At least I educated him on why the pretty ones can't talk english properly, the subtle differences between tamileh/mamak/keling, and where to find bathrobes.
End of the night. I is offered a job. As an extra or with lines, fucking attractive remuneration man. I was floored. I like this industry already.
I just hope nothing is an April Fool's hoax.
Damn! Drink more Coke. Get to know more Ang Mohs. Not all of them wanan grab your ass the wrong way. Some of them just like to shake hands.
Adieu!
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