i've been stumbling with this thing called 'writcomm' lately in dreamland. it keeps appearing everywhere - when i'm dreaming about my future, my friends, and a few nonsensical dreams i cannae be bothered to figure out. it's the holidays and i'm oh so *very* confused. and to "add more acid to flesh", i've got a dental appointment come wednesday to have the final errant tooth removed. how i'm going to pull through this holiday with a smile on the face, i really have no idea.
anyhoo. bapoh liang has been pestering me to put these rather outdated pics, of him frolicking with tony at the basketball court.
there were a few video clips too, too many + too large to upload for your pleasurable disgust.. a few of which depicting me trying to kill tony with what bombardment skills i've got.
was taking a crapload of photos with mini's (wahoo!), march's, charade's and more march's in focus. luke, richard's mate who lives 2 blocks away from me, had his brother participate in this little SMSA trial at kallang. only a dozen pictures passed my self-formulated bastard-editor-from-hell selection process.
will upload those pictures in time to come.
on to the parody...
(bapoh + tony displaying their utmost appreciation for my 2-hour-unrefrigerated-fresh durian puffs.)
(tony finally has his acting aspirations captured on film. who can deny him a jing ma jiang?)
(bapoh liang with his well-reknowned defensive move that'd send people... rolling on the ground, screaming in effeminate pain.)
(photoshoots can sometimes take their toll against the subjects, too...)
(tony's pose maciam advertising for adidas siah. what happened after this shot is up to the reader to decide..)
("fake of the millenium")
all for now. happy holidays. *sigh*
cheers.
p.s.: realised recently that my interest in reading is near to zilch. and that poetry registers better in my digestive system than in the head...