Thursday, June 22, 2006 : I now know that I know nothing.
Guess what?
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Come on. Keep guessing.
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Give up?
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Alright 1 last chance.
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0.5 last chance.
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Okay I'll tell you.......... After 5 dots. (4 dots more)
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OKAY!
There are people shooting a movie at my house. I got freaked out when I came home. I was expecting a nice quite house where I could go in and throw my socks and shoes all around and bask my smelly feet in the air.
But noooooooo. I got rudely interrupted the moment I stepped into my housing compound. There was this dude, mixed Caucasian I'm gussing, he was standing inside my house, his back faced at me. I thought he was like some kind of burglar or something.
So I stopped in my tracks. Turning my head 360 degrees around me, I searched for a weapon that could either blow his balls away or knock the bejesus outta him.
Suddenly, somebody shouted the word "cut". Then I was like, 'wtf... who are they cutting?'. Then, alot of people emerged from nowhere and started talking amongst themselves. Baskit.
I thought what. I stepped into the house and everybody looked at me.
Then I thought, O--kaaayyy. Is there something on my hair? Does my face have a gigantic 20 foot iguana on it? Is there something sticking out of my ear? Is there a bulge in my pants (i looked down for that)? Is my shirt inside out? Can't be, I'm wearing school uniform.. Do I look like a Mcdonald worker?
All those questions ran through my mind and crashed into the back of my head, causing my to go into a short coma of about 5 seconds. Then, I continued walking as if nothing happened. Eyes turned, bodies turned. I was in the limelight baby! I was strutting my stuffs! Flexing my butt muscles. No, just joking.
It was awkward though. Someone came up to me and asked me "do you live here?". WHAT THE FUCK?! You shoot a movie in MY house, with MY blood on it, with MY name on it, with MY shoes in it, with MY underwear in it, with MY handphone in it and with MY Jessica Alba poster in it and you still ask "do you live here?".
Someone should take the thingy they use to snap when they say "Action and Cut" and snap your dick off.
Of course, I just said "yes". Then I flicked my hair in his face and walked away in victory. Fuck, what am I talking about, I'm bald.
I went upstairs and got onto the com. And could hear them rehearsing a scene for almost 2 hours. A scene that was only 5-10 minutes long!
Even I could remember the lines already! They should hire me, I make a great Superman.
Btw, the show's called Gol and Gincu. Some local tv-series.
Now, I'm going to go study and then share a slurpee with my sister. Later on, I'm gonna go paint nails with my mum! Cool!
Me? Doing that? Hahahaha... so funnny la me.... HAHAHAHA... oink oink.... snort snort....
Actually, now I'm going to go slam my room door so that it'll be heard when they're shooting a scene. Then, they have to retake the scene. Muahahaha.