Like torn underwear.

Happy Big Forty, Xing Jia Buo. For many good times to come.

The Maid was alright. Thank Goddess of Mercy it was no Incredible Tales. So they snipped my 0.12 seconds of fame to a dismal 0.004 seconds towards the end, (You won't even get to see me!) it was literally Blink And Miss. Oh what the hell, unless you will bother pausing that split second scene at the overhead bridge. I am one of those guys along with Christopher and some random girl we met that day.

It was fun though. And 70 bucks.

My grandmother had her longer minute of fame playing an ill-fated news vendor. She was amazing. It was hilarious how her character started looking all sad and cried how she had a grandson who is not here anymore, before a frigging SBS bus came crashing in. And there I was, sitting next to her, laughing out loud. I know. Someone give me Valium.

Somehow, considering my lifelong hate for that darn bus company (Sometimes I feel it is just public transportation in general. Darn cabs playing hide and seek. When is teleporting getting invented, I wonder.) that was almost a question by itself straight out of Interpret Your Dreams With Dr. Ruth. "Seriously, Dr Ruth. What does that dream means? Is it some sorta sign? Is it? Is IT?!"

Yes, Valium85. You should just stay at home and eat cornflakes. Don't come out. Anymore.