i thought i was dead

This morning, when i woke up and opened my eyes.... I thought i was dead.
There was bright light which i had to strain to open my eyes, coming in from my window.

"I see the light... am i supposed to walk or float towards it?"

I lay still on my bed, waiting for the 22 years worth of flashback. You know, that's what they say when your life ends, scenes of your whole life would flash right in front of you.
I was waiting, nothing happened...

It was then i realised, THE RAIN HAS STOPPED!!! YAY!!! Bright sunshine!!! Finally!!! After more than 48 hours of continuous rain, that flooded several places on this island.

mi job, mi boss, mi day

Would u ever forget your fishing line, if u were a fisherman?
Would u ever forget your gloves, if u were a boxer?
If u were a cop, would u ever forget your bullets?

If u were a cameraman, would u ever forget your film?


Today's a day that's deemed appropriate to label it a "tragic comedy". A lil' bit of background of my temp job. I'm an assistant to a graphic designer / photographer. So in another words, he's my boss, my gaffer.

We had to take some photo shots of our clients today. Some corporate photos of our main client, which is a big big company, a household name everyone will know. We're supposed to be there at 1.30 but we reached there at 2pm. Rushed like mad. So when we got there, everyone that's expecting us to take their photos, were rather "pissed".
We set the place right, put up lightings and backdrop. My boss is an experienced photographer and of course, he does the shoots.

lights.....perfect!
backdrop.....perfect!
camera......perfect!
first model's smile.....perfect!

"Ok, smile........" *click* plus *sound of shutter*

After the pressing the button on the cam, he looked up and looked at me

"Fabian, wo qu na dong xi, deng yi xia!" (Fabian, i'm gonna get something, hold on for a second).

And so, he left the room to get his "stuff"........ or did he?

After 5 mins.....

Client: Where's your boss?
Me: He told me he went to get something.
Client: (starting to look impatient)

10 mins later.....

The door swung open, and my gaffer came back with a big big sheepish grin, as he smiled to everyone in the room.

Boss: Fabian, help me get some stuff.

Me: Ok... (followed him out)
Boss:(speaking to everyone in the room) Just give me another 10mins. I still have to carry something.

And so we went out of the room... He closed the door and turned to me.. His grin disappeared.

Boss: Damn, I didn't bring my CF (memory card) card out. I tried searching for one around here, couldn't find it.
Me: (my goodness)

We drove to Great World City to buy a CF card. Oh man.... how on earth can he ever forget the most important thing? Its as bad as bringing a camera without a film.
Eventually he managed to get one and we had to rush back to the venue.

In the car....

Boss: This is the first time this sort of thing has ever happened.
Boss: Ok fabian, u concentrate on driving. I need to get back into the stress free mode in order to take good pictures later on.
Boss: Not many people can switch back so quickly after panicking.
Boss: But i can. I'm well-trained.

See the irony? first time ever happened? well-trained to such situations.

I don't really believe its really his first time this screw up has ever happened. My boss is no stranger to sticky situations whenever he panics. 24 hours before this tragic comedy took place, again, he was late for an appointment. He was rushing off, and we left the office together. He had to lock the door, not having enough hands, his idea was to put his portfolio on the parapet so that he could lock the door, but he was so panicky, that when he released his portfolio from his hands, the portfolio did not land on the parapet, instead it went out of the building and went down..... He literally "threw" his documents out of the building.

Thats my boss....

Party in Melbourne

Sorta missed the partying in melbourne..

I'll be back...

parody en route to home

Glad to be back in singapore... The vessel that brought me home was Emirates. "Fly Emirates" is the way to go. heh... Right i'm being lame, just a bit of advertising for my team's sponsor.

Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. everything on a plane is single-serving...

The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.

Anyway, back to the story. Sitting beside me was a black man, probably in his mid-thirties. He was my single-serving friend. My single-serving friend could have been a pleasant looking singaporean girl. You see, my seat number was originally 19G. So when i went to 19G, there was this man sitting on my seat. (beside that girl) If she was the single-serving friend, i'm sure after chatting on the plane, we'll be more than single-serving friends. Could meetup for coffee and stuff..... blah blah. I didn't think there was anypoint insisting having my original seat. So, i just took his seat, which was 18G (at least i still have my isle seat). Anyway, beside my new seat was empty, so there might be another chance for a surprise. Well.. in the end, as u know, the character introduced earlier took the seat beside me.

Ok, i'm digressing again. Back to the story. So, he became my single serving friend. We chatted..and i came to know that he's actually from Ghana. But he's a citizen in melbourne. Immediately, when i hear Ghana, the next thing that came into my mind at that point of time was "Tony Yeboah". Hahahaha... Ok, the character has got no name here, cause we didn't introduce ourselves... All i know is he's a musician in melbourne and plays afro-jazz music. So we talked lots music.

Sitting by the isle has its cons. Whenever the person beside u has to visit the toilet, you have to stop whatever u're doing and make way for him/her to proceed. So when he had to visit the toilet, he gave me his butt to my face as he squeezed his way out.

So here's a question of etiquette.
Do you give the butt?
or
Do ur give the crotch?

Either way i wouldn't mind if the single-serving friend was a lady.