Lawrence aka Mr Quek

Mr Quek on the far right

Uncle, uncle, uncle. The first time we met, (and he remembered this one), I introduced myself as a Filipino, and Lawrence believed me! :P From then on...I lost all credibility. Hence, I always needed someone else to verify my tales of wonder, or facts of interest. I thought I’d regain his trust after a very, very long absence of my crap talking, alas, I was unsuccessful (EVEN AFTER our male bonding sessions in Invercargill) Sigh.

Speaking of Invercargill, I’d like to reminisce about how we walked through gale force winds to catch a ferry to Stuart Island. Several days before, a work mate told me about how his neighbor’s zinc roof flew off and crashed into his house, cutting into his flat panel TV. This was very worrying, since both Mr Quek and I had to walk 30mins into town, and nothing but streets of houses with all sorts of roof tiles surrounding us. It’s all very Final Destination…heh..but in the end, the ferry was cancelled, and we went….shopping..lol..of all things. ..yea..looking back, I still remember where we went..Briscoes and Rebel Sports..then Pak n Save! Woo…wish my memory was as good during exams. Yea..it was also fun playing with him Red Alert in that dump of a house, and I still remember how he was such a Rise of Nations fan.

PS: If anyone wants a video of a ...'intoxicated' Lawrence..drop me a line. $10 per copy.

If I had to watch a movie with him: He only watches movies with girls 
Evil deeds: Not getting over me not going bungee jumping with him..heh..okok..it was my fault
He has: to not worry about Chupa chups choking him if he trips and falls