DK, one of the original Fab Four members, has left. Without his enigmatic and artful ways, both in delivering punchlines that leave everyone gaping (and in some cases, scratching their heads) and in his skilful sidestepping of any and every personal question flinged at him, the Orange is not the same. And it will never be the same again. There is only one DK!!!
The Sixpack only learnt of DK's final day on his penultimate day. So what else to do but to set the wheels of torture in motion and hatch a plan so devilish that it would leave him utterly humiliated. Actually, it probably ended up benefiting him, but...oh well. At least no one can say the Sixpack don't take care of their own. Even after you leave, you'll always be one of us. Once you're in, you're never out.
The plan was simple yet effective. Five of DK's favourite girls would each present him with a rose on the stroke of lunchtime. All and sundry would gather at his cubicle to witness this momentous event. M**karazzi and his trusty camera would do the rest of the job in ensuring that the moment was captured for posterity.
Backstage, the girls prepare for the start of the show. No need for make-up and fancy costumes; cuz they've already got the whole package, eh.
Ah, yes. WM is fast becoming a hot property these days, hotter than those newly built condominiums in fact. I heard she might be available - DK, ML, are you sure you don't want to give it a try? ;-)
Getting a rose from one lovely Orange lady is already intoxicating enough to send a hot-blooded man to Heaven. Think DK must have landed on the Moon after getting these
five roses from
five lovely Orange ladies!
It seems as though WM cannot wait for the other girls, as she has already given hers. Maybe she was thinking "Early bird gets the worm?". She being the bird and DK being the worm. Errr...birds eat worms by putting them into their mouths right? Or what passes for a bird's mouth...I...oh, never mind....totally off-track :/
DK beams but inside he plots total and devastating revenge against the Sixpack.
DK and his harem
4 pizzas
A pepsi, and a couple of salads
BH tries to master the art of M**karazzin'. Hey BH, think you might wanna visit M**karazzi's library, in it contains extensive knowledge of how to be a proper paparazzi. And if you're still unsure, M**karazzi would be more than happy to give you a tutorial and a few lectures to boot.
DK hands out pizza to everyone except ES. She gives him a slightly dirty look from behind...
Ah it worked...he must have felt the heat from her look, and responded
BH and CK.
DK:
"I wouldn't mind being a waiter as a part-time job!"
ES gestures towards NT, who seems to be holding an invisible...cup?
BB does his tongue trick
And again...
BB:
"Guys, it's all about control. You have to swallow your saliva, and use all of your facial muscles in order to be good with your tongue. I find it helps to chew lots of gum!"
Staying true to their craft indeed. Scrabble over pizza....or should it be pizza over Scrabble?
Another shot of WM. Hmm. That packet of milk will do her a world of good...she looks like she could be blown away by the recent strong winds anytime. Hopefully DK or ML will be there to catch her...
BH exclaims in glee
DK:
"Dear, I'll be leaving soon. You must take care ok? Remember to drink lots of milk!"***A while later***
And what is a Sixpack farewell without the traditional dinner, beer and pubbing? Sixpack went to a place somewhere in the East to chill out and get DK drunk, so as to dig all his secrets out from him.
Funnyman BB
We should have our own Sixpack Beer someday, eh boys?
The pool table, which was to become the scene of a titanic struggle between a couple of pool sharks
RC looks relaxed, with both hands on his weapon
RC prepares to fire away
Boom!
The rest of the Sixpack sit and watch with bated breath (Actually they look bored more than anything else, don't they)
Cheers!
The final group shot. Never again will there be a Sixpack in the history of the Orange as powerful and all-encompassing as us.
We are the Triads, we are the Mafia, we rule as Six and our hearts are one!
RC. Honour. Yakuza. Loyalty. Boss. Shadow.
Turf stuff
Facing off
Don't mess wit us
Boyz n da hood
Sans umbrella, but still dangerous
Too cool for school, no wonder WM wants to be his moll
It's a jungle out there
CTZ rolls off to the Tanjong Pagar oil fields
Rewind to a less traumatic time. Here's what happened behind the scenes. Guys, if you've never had makeup applied to you before, I highly recommend getting someone getting an attractive and experienced stylist. Such as JC. It's quite likely one of the few times she'll voluntarily place her hands on your face.
The satisfied smile on her face says it all =D. And now, I present to you the best and the worst of MCIS V-day. It's a tough call, but someone has to make it. And it doesn't help that the photographer was apparently very excited, leading to many unfocused shots. And I'm pretty sure he missed some hugs. Either that, or those shots went into his private archive *insert eerie music*...
Don't let the big grin fool you. One hug later, I was in the toilet, and the woman touched my shaved head with her gloved hand. I can only have nightmares of where her glove has been. Ugh.
In all honesty, this wasn't all that bad. Pity her other half wasn't in the office. So she has to stand in for Crush-men-with-her-thighs.
Now this was uncomfortable. And not just because I couldn't quite get my arms around her. Seriously, someone should tell her to change her brand of aftershave. In all fairness, she probably wasn't very comfortable either. After all, this was the person who went, 'What are you going to do to me?!' when I opened my arms to hug her.
This is one hug I won't forget for a long time to come. Not so much because she gave me a really nice, warm hug, but because she asked, 'Do I get a kiss as well?' and my brain exploded. My one chance to do an Adrian Brody on Halle Berry and my brain decides to shut down. Ah well. Let's move on...
How can I leave out my favorite (and only) stylist? Got a nice big hug from her too.
And of course, the sole surviving member of the GFPT. See what you're missing, ex-GFPTs?
Matching brown shoes! What the hell?! We might as well be wearing matching pink lacy underwear and garters, man...
A little alcohol, a little rub rub rub, a touch here, a feel there...some encouragement from the crowd is all it takes for the lurid thoughts to start spinning in their heads...and the heat to start rising
Just look at the way SY is checking BB out. BB looks cool and unperturbed, but then, he's had years of "experience". SY is still.....fresh =p
Omigawd. I don't even need to say anything; the picture speaks for itself. You won't want to see the next one....there's ear nibbling involved...and beyond that, well. Let's just say you might as well rent a gay porn movie =p
The 70s was the era of free love and peace. The word 'gay' didn't have the negative connotations which is now associated with it. Notice how comfortable these two men seem to be in each other's company, even though one is clearly topless. Back then, it was perfectly normal and socially acceptable for men to look at each other's body without feeling self conscious or harbour homophobic tendencies. It was all about brotherhood and the concept of agape (the Greek concept of love among two people without any romantic inclination).
Of mice and men (hot dang! it looks like a midget is squatting next to a giant)
Squatting seemed to be all the rage back then, as also displayed by this unknown coolie from Xiamen, China). Note also, the white opium roll-up being smoked by the young man in white top and Asics trainers (They had Asics in the 70s?). Maybe the squatting toilet even evolved from this ergonomic and comfortable stance adopted by the coolies.
Backstage, the girls prepare for the start of the show. No need for make-up and fancy costumes; cuz they've already got the whole package, eh.
Ah, yes. WM is fast becoming a hot property these days, hotter than those newly built condominiums in fact. I heard she might be available - DK, ML, are you sure you don't want to give it a try? ;-)
Getting a rose from one lovely Orange lady is already intoxicating enough to send a hot-blooded man to Heaven. Think DK must have landed on the Moon after getting these five roses from five lovely Orange ladies!
It seems as though WM cannot wait for the other girls, as she has already given hers. Maybe she was thinking "Early bird gets the worm?". She being the bird and DK being the worm. Errr...birds eat worms by putting them into their mouths right? Or what passes for a bird's mouth...I...oh, never mind....totally off-track :/
DK beams but inside he plots total and devastating revenge against the Sixpack.
DK and his harem
4 pizzas
A pepsi, and a couple of salads
BH tries to master the art of M**karazzin'. Hey BH, think you might wanna visit M**karazzi's library, in it contains extensive knowledge of how to be a proper paparazzi. And if you're still unsure, M**karazzi would be more than happy to give you a tutorial and a few lectures to boot.
DK hands out pizza to everyone except ES. She gives him a slightly dirty look from behind...
Ah it worked...he must have felt the heat from her look, and responded
BH and CK.
DK: "I wouldn't mind being a waiter as a part-time job!"
ES gestures towards NT, who seems to be holding an invisible...cup?
BB does his tongue trick
And again...
BB: "Guys, it's all about control. You have to swallow your saliva, and use all of your facial muscles in order to be good with your tongue. I find it helps to chew lots of gum!"
Staying true to their craft indeed. Scrabble over pizza....or should it be pizza over Scrabble?
Another shot of WM. Hmm. That packet of milk will do her a world of good...she looks like she could be blown away by the recent strong winds anytime. Hopefully DK or ML will be there to catch her...
BH exclaims in glee
DK: "Dear, I'll be leaving soon. You must take care ok? Remember to drink lots of milk!"
Funnyman BB
We should have our own Sixpack Beer someday, eh boys?
The pool table, which was to become the scene of a titanic struggle between a couple of pool sharks
RC looks relaxed, with both hands on his weapon
RC prepares to fire away
Boom!
The rest of the Sixpack sit and watch with bated breath (Actually they look bored more than anything else, don't they)
Cheers!
The final group shot. Never again will there be a Sixpack in the history of the Orange as powerful and all-encompassing as us. We are the Triads, we are the Mafia, we rule as Six and our hearts are one!
