Tequila and Triple Sec with Lime and Lemon juice...

Nothing in particular about in this picture but just that huge mother ass glass of Margarita sitting on that table... I want!

Well just in case if you were wondering this is a scene from Hamlet 2, a comedy with Catherine Keener and Steven Coogan.

My Thursday matinee moments...

There is no cure like something Mom made up... Something as simple a curry puff (even though she bought it, she knows where they sell it best!). No better emotional therapy then to staying home with all that and the tv, my notepads, my post-its, and of course trusty Facebook!

First off my chest, what the hell is wrong with Steven Seagal la? I loved him in 'Above the Law', 'Hard To Kill' and 'Under Siege'. I always thought he was the Kung-fu Clint Eastwood. Tall Samoan look with a pony tail and barely spoke a full sentence with a glare that can work as birth control for men! Who else could throw grown men around with their thumbs. I personally thought that was cool, the whole Aikido shit and all. He then had to start making movies with the rapper ass dudes laaa... You know when you make a movie with a rapper who just got out of prison, for the screening of the movie he was going to be back behind bars! But Seagal didn't learn his lesson, he went on and on and on to make movies with them, so badly, he went into prison to shoot a few movies too! Aiyo... Stick to making movie like 'Out For Justice' and 'Fire Down Below'.

Thanks Mom for the Peanut Butter sandwich...!
(I'm not gonna make much sense for the next 20minutes cause I'm sugar high, so bear with me)

If there ever were two of the greatest movies you have ever watched, and almost certain there are two, these next two are! I'm not talking favorite movies here, I'm talking cinematagraphy marvels that made you wanna watch movies. If I track back, there were a few. Starting of with the Jurasic Park. If you can find something to beat that, then you are either lying or farking good at picking movies. But even that didn't come close to the two I'm talking about. Unless of course you picked these two movies, you've not watched movies yet. First up; Spartacus. I watched this movie when I was 10. Being 10, I hated it that the good guys lost. But something about the screen presence of the movie just made you think you were watching a damn good movie, a legend. Less did I know that it was already a legendary movie. Well when they went and played that movie today on Cinemax, I tell you it was the best cure for me. In my state of mind, I need to stand up and say; I'm Spartacus... Second; Ben Hur. I only watched this movie when I was 15 and to be quite honest I just fell in love with that movie at first sight! I guess which is why I loved movies like Troy and Gladiator. Remember the Arena scene with Charlton Heston on the war chariots? That one scene alone won that movie 11 oscars! I swear to god, that was it for the movie...

Oh, mom... You bought Nasi Lemak too!

Who doesn't love John Travolta!!! There is a scene in 'Look Who's Talking Too', where Travolta dances to Elvis' I'm All Shook Up. That just makes you wanna stand up and dance too and only John Travolta can do that! Who doesn't love Grease, right!!!

Iced Milo too... Mom, you too good to be real!

Lastly, I think no matter who you are or what you do, people will alway be there judging you. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. People will always stand there in their pretentious ways and give you that classic line; "If it was me...". Well, if it were you, you can go fly a kite and I don't really care. This is me we're talking about. I need to do this, and only I can tell you that. If you can understand where I'm coming from, great; back me up! If you can't then shut the farking hell up and back off my face! I have no need for your approval nor your support. I don't need you to tell me what I can or cannot do, I definitely do not need you to think anything of the situation, save that for your oscar nomination speech. You can go pucker up, kiss your wanna be boyfriend or that ostentatious sstiff of a girlfriend of yours and pretend you are so happy with your life, come end of the day, it's you who cries in the shower about wanting to be a belly dancer. I'll be the one by the bar, holding hands with the brunette who knows me for the man I am and plus, she'll ask me to dance instead!

Goodnight! Elvis has left the building.... Mom, do you have Vodka in that coffee you're making?

Jumping jackholes in Gary's boots.

A lot has happened in the last two week.... A LOT!

April 1st. Gary the ball player was told that he had to hit as hard a possible come his turn out of the dug-out. Gary stepped up to play but Gary noticed his bat was all wrong. Gary told himself long ago he was not gonna hit no more with this bat. Gary gave a struck out and went back to the dug-out. Dave was infuriated and demanded an explanation. Gary said his bat was all wrong and he stood by what he believed in; hit as hard as you can with what you know is right. Dave then told Matt that something needed to be done with the press, they will need an answer especially with that nosy reporter Susan. Matt stood in the press conference room and told a lie, Matt told that Gary had suffered from an eye infection that made him misjudge the throws. Later that evening Gary was sent for an ethics counseling. While sitting in that room Gary remembered lines that rang out, integrity, honesty, snitch, sell-out, leadership, a ship of sea-going rats...

Gary stood up in session and asked the counselor; "Isn't that being prejudice?"
Gary left for home without an answer and knew, he was on a ship of sea-going rats...

April 8th. After Gary had rolled around in the left over spaghetti long enough, that night Gary decided that Italian food is not his thing. Gary gave his notice to Alessandro and told him that he will no longer be dinning at table number 23 no more. Though the waitress Latifah, who so fondly waited on Gary (God bless her soul) had nipples that Gary wanted to suck on for years to come but all things come to an end! Like they say in Greek; all women get fat and start beating up their husbands one day...

April 10th. Gary went to the tracks to watch the Indy500 with Rebbecca and Nancy. He met good old Dan, boy was Gary glad to see him after all these years. Gary and Dan grew up in New Mexico, stealing chicken for a living at 10. They were both busted and thrown in the slammer for 8 years. Gary got out on good behavior in 5 but Dan, the fast mouth wanker he was got him into more trouble with Warden Stevenson. Stevenson hated the fact that Gary was set free by the state committee. That night Gary and Dan danced like it was old times. They had hotdogs and beers and smelled gasoline zoom pass them like it was 1999 all over again. To beat the night all up into one batter of sweet tasting icing, Dale Earnhart stole the flag on the last corner of the last lap! Brilliant!

April 11th. Gary picked his bat up again. It fell so right in his hands, the balance, the swing, the texture on the surface sliding in and out of his palms was finally right tonight... Gary just knew he was going hit an all time record that night. And just as Gary predicted, he did! Gary made that stadium his home. He went home knowing his every swing was swung with the purest of earnest emotions and Gary harvested what he could that night to what might be his best play ever... Gary even fell in love with Amanda that night! Gary went home but left Amanda out of the picture and never turned back...

April 14th. Gary is troubled... He needs to bat again, he knows that for a long time coming now, that he won't get to bat until he can learn to crawl again. Gary is a stubborn person. Gary's not one to be the first to admit it but he knows. Till the day comes that Gary breaks his own, Gary will not bat again. Neither will he see Amanda again...