This weekend is a non-event for me

Basically, I did jack-shite. I spent the entire Friday night working. Went to meet up with G. Dawg, b.boy and Jason Siau (who would be known as Jay-S henceforth) for supper. We had to end early cause Jay-S had to teach the next day and b.boy had to keep his 'ho, Gracie company. And G. Dawg wasn't even in the mood for a drink. That was the epitome of how bad a night can turn out. Can G. Dawg drink like a horse?! Can Moses part the fucken Red Sea?!

This reminds me. I have yet a hip-hop moniker... I was thinking of Biggie Smalls but it has been taken. C'mon, the man is dead. Give him some love man...

Anyway, Jay-S passed me his Sony digicam (Respect, mah nizzle...) and I wanted to pop over The Observatory gig at the Esplanade to take some pics. George called at 530pm and said the tickets were sold out!!! Fuck! That fucken suck goats balls...

This was where I was when he called.


Yeeyong showing me his ass at Far East Square.

So what happened during the course of the night was this... at least we had the camera.


The membersss... doing what we do best.


Pinky (right): So Brain, what are we going to do tonight?
The Brain (middle): Like every other night, Pinky, drink and then try to take over the world!!
Pinky: Someone's stealing your beer!!!
(Hail To The) Thief (left): FUCK!!!


Sujin M. Thomas putting the M in the Sujin M. Thomas


Agilan, a dead ringer for Mr. Carmen Electra, Dave Navarro who I think used to play guitar or something before marrying an ex-Playmate.


Me doing a perennial favourite, the Jack Black impersonation.


George doing a George... which is not saying much.


Everybody's favourite Rastafarian, Alvin coming off the set of a zombie flick. Don't you just dig that look?