Yikes, suffering from a lack of quality sleep again. I've made it through my first week at MTV. Hurrah! It's been a good experience. I'm learning new things everyday and meeting new people, some cool, some just plain strange. But such is life and at MTV, many of the characters are larger than life, I suppose. I'm still finding my way around, trying to figure out if I am indeed cut out for this industry, having entered with no experience at all. Well, only time will tell if this is what I'm meant to do with my life. All I know is that at the moment, I might go insane if I have to listen to that damn Green Day song or that awful Pussy Cat Dolls excuse for a tune again. Having MTV on all day is almost a subtle form of aural torture when you're just not in the mood to listen to said artistes. The scary thing is that I find myself singing along or even unconsciously singing these silly songs out loud. For example, I found myself in Carrefour (sp?) the other day walking up and down the aisles, going "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" and actually getting into the spirit of things, thank goodness my common sense stepped in (albeit a little too late but better than never eh?) and saved the eardrums of an entire community of hypermarket shoppers.
So, yesterday, I finished work, went for dinner with the family and met up with a bunch of folk in Town. Of course, we had to drink beer and so, apologising to my belly (which neelesh seems to enjoy making fun of...not me, you see, just my belly for it is a separate entity....much like the little alien chap on that hapless bloke's belly in Total Recall. I hope my belly never gets to that stage!), I threw all caution to the wind and drank for Singapore. Our next stop was a wee watering hole in Little India whose name I shan't divulge because of selfish reasons; everytime we go, it just gets more and more crowded. Yes, one does have to be selfish with these things. We drank somemore, this time for Australia. Of course whenever I plan to have a quiet night out, it turns into a messy, loud affair. So, the Prabhu and I ended up at the Liquid Room which only had half the population of Singapore trying to get in. To cut a long story short, we ended up inside, dancing, drinking and doing the sort of things you do in a place like that. Much love to my girls, ru and fi for asking me along and having it large with me. I am still sore from all that shaking of my thang. Alright, this is taking a decidedly dodgy turn. Enough rambling from me. I might possibly still be a wee bit drunk. But nae bother, I'm off to detox by playing tennis in a couple of hours before going out again to the clubs. It's my man Shervin's 24th Birthday. Hiphip Hooray for Shervin!
Peas oot,
tim!!
Choonage: Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx - Gold Digger
