Thursday, August 31, 2006

Geeks Love Audio Stuff

Me: Hey man, thanks for rinsing the Gold Digger remix. Love that track.

Irman: Ah, no worries. I'm looking for the High Contrast remix of that White Stripes song and...

Me: I've got it.

Mac: What bitrate?

Me: Er, dunno lah. 192?

Mac: 192 ape cerita? Tak rude bwoy langsung. I got the 320. Ha! Vinyl quality, man.

Irman: Haha. Ape la korang ni.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Fuck off and die

I love all my Singaporean mates, 'nuff respect to the massive, but I ain't ever going to work for a Singaporean company again. I guess I've learnt my lesson.

Never again!

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Heart of Darkness

I've completely sussed out all of this 'creativity' bollocks.

My brain works like a tube amp. The longer it's switched on, the better the sound.

Long hours?

Say my name, bitch.

Monday, August 07, 2006

WTF

An aunt just finalized her divorce, because her husband wanted to marry another woman.

How can a man find it in his heart to say and mean the words "Will You Marry Me?" more than once in his life?

How can you go up to some other chick and tell her that you'll love and cherish her for the rest of your life without feeling that, aw shucks, this feels kinda weird?

What the fuck is up with that?

Repeat after me, all of you horny, inconsiderate motherfuckers: "One is enough"

Think before you act.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Selamat Tinggal Dunia

I'm sure Butters knows what I'm feeling now.

It's been a little over a year now since I took up the mantle of FHM Writer and was given, quite literally, the poetic license to make fun of everything from Jedis to Sharifah Aini.

But now it's time to move on. I know I can.

But it's going to be a bit tough.

The freebies, as mot people expect, will be the easiest to walk away from. (After all, how many events can you go to, how much free alcohol can you consume and how often would you like to go to a press screening at ten in the morning?)

Letting go of the test cars, well, that's a bit rough, too. When's the next time I'll get to trash a Merc? (Don't fucking sue me; I didn't. But wasn't that was a cool sentence, anyway?)

The celebs? Well, most of them are fun to interview. (Most of them are good mates)

The models? Well, sadly, they're all di-cut from the same piece of cardboard. (And most of them are just as thin).

Writing captions? Bungee-jumping? Free raves? Island-hopping? Instant credibility? International exposure?

I just can't pinpoint it. Not right now.

To be honest, I'm also going to miss the reaction I get when I tell people I'm from FHM.

"You fucker!"