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Men are silly

- Sheylara 22 Comments

Maybe it’s just the men around me.

I had dinner with my friends last night. There were four males and three females.

Most of the three hours, the guys discussed computer parts. Like, what part is better than what part for upgrading now, what is more value for money, is it worth overclocking your CPU, how to raid your hard disk, etc.

Unbeatable Geek Champion Unker Kell even described his old DIY water bong cooling system, which sounds really radical.

In a retro way.


(This isn’t Unker Kell’s system. I found this picture in this forum thread for illustration. I imagine Kell’s looks even worse than this because it involves a shower head.)

Anyway, it was a super geeky conversation. The girls joined in bits and pieces of it whenever it was relevant to us.

Unker Kell: Wang Wang’s computer exploded on me when I turned it on that night! Did you guys see?

The Goonfather: You guys never clean your computer. You must clean the parts once in a while to prevent it from exploding.

Wang Wang: Huh?

The Goonfather: When I’m free, I’ll dismantle my computer, rinse the dust off all the parts one by one, blow dry, then put back again.

Everyone: WTF?

Sheylara: I never clean my computers and they never explode before.

The Goonfather: That’s because I clean for you.

Sheylara: *thinking* Got meh…

Morte (Wang Wang’s hubby): F***! Don’t spoil market!!

Wang Wang (to Morte): Why you never clean for me!

Kerrendor (Minou’s hubby): I also never clean one! Shit, you spoil my market also.

Minou: *kitten stare*

But mostly, the girls just tuned out of the conversation. There was only so much geek talk we could tolerate in a night. Between that and our sporadic discussions about games and cute nieces, we were mostly silent because the guys were noisy.

After dinner, Unker Kell, the Goonfather and myself went to a 24-hour coffeeshop for dessert. (The rest wanted to go home to rest up for work the next day.)

There, the two guys continued to talk about computers.

I surfed the net a bit on my iPhone, but that was boring.

After a while, I rolled my eyes and interrupted the guys, who were comparing the latest computer hardware prices.

“Why must you guys talk about computers all the time? Why can’t you talk about other stuff, like… er… shopping or makeup or fashion?”

Without missing a beat, the Goonfather said, “Hey, Kell, check out the coffeeshop owner. She’s damn lau chio… always wear full makeup and dress very glam like going wedding dinner.”

Bastard husband, lousy mother

- Sheylara 27 Comments

I wore my pregnant suit out to breakfast.

It was Monday morning and The Goonfather was going to drive me to my shoot. Because there won’t be a dressing room at the back alley, I put on my costume at home.

During the drive there, the sky started to darken and I was informed the shoot would be delayed for a bit. I decided to go for breakfast with the Goonfather to wait it out.

We went to a hawker centre, where I had fried beehoon. But I only ate half of it because I didn’t want to overeat. (Toilets at the location are dirty.)

After breakfast, we walked out of the hawker centre. As usual, the Goonfather stopped just outside the building and took out his cigarettes.

“Hey, you can’t smoke here,” I said. (I’m always giving him grief over his smoking habit, so my protest wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.)

“Why not?” he asked perfunctorily.

“Because I’m pregnant.”

He froze midway as he was putting a cigarette in his mouth and stared at me, mouth open, speechless.

“You don’t want people to think you’re a bastard husband smoking in front of his pregnant wife.”

“Damn,” he said, momentarily stunned. Scratching his head unconsciously, he put his cigarette back into the pack.

One point for QY!

We started walking to the car.

“Can you don’t wear your costume out next time??” he complained.

“Hahaha,” I retorted.

Soon after, we reached the car. As we settled into our seats, he turned to me and said, “I may be a bastard husband, but you’re a lousy mother.”

“What?” I said.

“You didn’t finish your breakfast. People will think you’re starving your baby.”

“…”

One point for the Goonfather.

Oh, well, we can’t always win.

I don’t think I’d like being pregnant for real.

And, now, some random photos of the day’s shoot.


[Alexa and Nicolas]


[Eric frames a shot while Alexa takes a light reading off Louis]


[Shivani looks at the opposite wall pensively]


[Nicolas, Basil and Eric discussing a shot]


[Shivani and Basil take a breather while Louis takes a nap]


[Nicolas frames a shot with Basil sheltering Louis and the camera from the sun]


[Group photo!]

That was the last day of shoot, so there will be no more back alley pictures.

But there will be beach pictures next because I’m shooting the next short film with this same group of filmmakers. (Sorry, guys, no bikinis. It’s not that kinda film.)

Fish will be my co-actor. Yeah! Fish again!

Like Louis, Fish is my many-times co-actor. The three of us seem to cross paths a lot.

We had a rehearsal at East Coast Park today and we’ll be there for the next three days.

Filming takes place at the Lagoon Food Village. Wheeeeee, yummy food!