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[phetheringtonnz]

The Sheffield Global Cinema Festival

I'm attending the Sheffield Global Cinema Festival next weekend (17-19 Nov). I'm running a workshop and hosting a Q+A. Come say hi!

Next weekend, Friday 17th to Sunday 19th November, I will be up in Sheffield for the Sheffield Global Cinema Festival. The screenings and workshops are being held at Site Gallery. Most of the films are shorts, with at least one feature. Tickets to the screenings are available on Eventbrite here. Most of the films are shorts, with one feature. I’m MC’ing at least one of the Q+As. There are a…

[sharonvu]

#internationalginandtonicday #ginandtonic flashback at #sgcf #singaporecocktails festival 2019 seen #jessevida #atlassingapore Sam Ng #fourpillars #fourpillarsgin & at #dallascafe #oliveandlatte (at Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVNquvxBrUx/?utm_medium=tumblr

[viviliciousxo]

This came out a little while ago, but I thought I would let the mayhem of #SGCF die down before reposting... 😂. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ For all those who wonder, what does Vivian do? Well hopefully here are some answers. Thanks to the guys at @unjiggeredmedia for letting me waffle on about my story. Hope you enjoy it!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ New Episode is now live!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ In light of 50 Best Asia as well as Singapore Cocktail week, this time we chatted with Vivian Pei!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Tune in to hear about her journey across the world and how eventually being a regular guest at bars led her to become an academy chair for Asia's 50 best bars!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Link in bio!⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ #SpecialtyCocktails #singapore #drinks #bar #barfly #mobarsg #mobar #nightlife #Bartender #InstaCocktail #FancyCocktails #BartenderLife #BarFam #BartendersLife #Bartenders #BartendersBeLike #michelemariotti #BartenderPodcast #CocktailPodcast #BartendersOfInstagram #Drinkstagram #cocktailrecipes #unjiggered #media #asia50bestbars #asia #Viviliciousxo (at Mandarin Oriental, Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByALXBrnvQH/?igshid=nofk6k8jv7jk

[skipdaddyg]

Bring so close to audiolux is exciting #ecproof #proofflat #sgcf2017 #sgcf #singaporecocktailfestival2017

[spiffydapper-blog]

Hear ye, hear ye! Catch Mark from Woo-Life Taipei in action at Spiffy, 8PM to 12AM. #spiffydapper #thespiffydapper #thespiffydiaries #sgcf2017 #singaporecocktailfestival #singaporecocktailweek #sgcf (at The Spiffy Dapper)

[mixnme]

Bar Termini pop up at The Cufflink Club. Spritz Termini to start of the night. #SGCF (at The Cufflink Club)

[tasty-littl-snack]

please tell me you also like puppet history, because it is a fervent wish of mine that dg squared appear as contestants at some point and you feeling the same would make me happy - hi btw! your friendly stalker sgcf

OMG BESTIE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII <3

Well, the truth is that your fic made me check out the ghost hunting show so I'm slowly making my way through other content of theirs, and PH was on the backburner for a long time because it seemed confusing to me (also I was convinced for the longest time that Ryan isn't there for some reason lmao CAN YOU BELIEVE) but now that I'm making my way through it and there's rumors of Danny collabing in some form with them I can honestly say that this is the more likely outcome than him actually going ghost hunting with them so yeah I'd love to see it eventually, and now I will think of it.

But also on the other hand, especially seeing the bdg episode (a white guy I also enjoy) I feel like the format of this show doesn't let them shine enough as individuals so if there was ever a possibility of Drew doing in person collabs I guess I'll use all my 'manifesting' powers to see him and Danny make a video together in person. But yeah maybe some day we'll see them there that's a great idea :D

[p4df0ot]

Soledad

Me gusta mi soledad me ayuda a pensar Me gusta mi soledad me ayuda a imaginar Me gusta mi soledad sin embargo me asusta lo que pueda pasar Me gusta mi soledad pero extraño escucharte hablar Me gusta mi soledad pero extraño las noches que caminábamos sin parar Me gusta mi soledad pero extraño cuando éramos tú y yo compartiendo el sofá Me gusta mi soledad pero me gustaba mas pasar el rato contigo mirando el cielo con el mundo siguiendo en paz.

-SGCF

[here-now]

30/03/2022 - March 19th butterfly effect

Something changed within me after SGCF’s throwdown. More patience? Execution? Trust? Fewer doubts? Wider perspective? Control? A different pain cave? Idk just yet, but I’m enjoying it.

It was one for the books. Losing the position on the podium taught me a lot, if not more than winning. I didn't feel any 'sayang' or what-ifs, and I am even glad for not winning. My friend's reaction to winning was worth seeing, it was such a genuine moment for her. It humbled me even more, I was just grateful for finishing the workouts and somehow pushing my body's capacity to not give up. Shit, syempre I felt like giving up lmao it was one of the hardest times in my life that I have conquered so far. Lol. The liberation from finishing the workouts by giving my (somehow) max effort was different. It was a battle of I can't deal with these freaking weights, but surprised myself at the same time, in the end, na I did it, I kept on moving maskin ndi na gid ko huhuhu lol I felt giddy. I had a lottt of shortcomings for sure lol I forgot important cues and had to be reminded multiple times HAHA, also there was a bit of me na conservative and hesitant. I had no-reps, which highlighted the importance of execution. So maybe that's what changed. I don't want to be conservative and have to wish later that I should've pushed myself more, if I wasn’t such a little girl lol I want to surprise myself with what my body is capable of instead of limiting myself because I want a good execution.

Do I see myself doing it again? Yes, I'm excited to celebrate what my body can do after having these realizations. Jeez, CrossFit taught me a lot. Do or die.

[ghostofviperwrites]

Suzuki Gunz Crime Family - Chapter 1

This is the story of the Suzuki Gunz Crime Family.  It is a mafia au fic.  Feedback and comments are very much appreciated.  Please!

Featuring:  Minoru Suzuki, Yoshinobu Kanemaru, Taichi, Iizuka

Warnings:  Death, funeral, deliberate cutting, blood

December 10, 1995

Minoru Suzuki, IV stood under the black umbrella, no expression on his face as he stared at the closed copper casket that held the body of his father, Minoru Suzuki, III, kumichō of the Suzuki Crime Family of Japan. Well, former kumichō Minoru thought wryly.  With his father’s passing that title had now become his.  Rain fell around the mourners, puddles of water filling the dips and crevices of the expansive grass lawn of the cemetery.  Minoru could feel the eyeballs on him, already plotting to usurp the family while it was weak.  His lip twitched as he imagined the surprise they would be in for.  The family was going to be more powerful and prosperous than ever under his reign.  Minoru Suzuki the III had been complacent.  Minoru Suzuki, IV knew no such word. He was ambitious and ruthless.   Minoru knew his father’s kobun had already held meetings in the five days since his father’s assassination plotting to wrest power from Minoru or to put him under their control.  That would never happen, he would bathe in their blood before they owned him.  Little did they know Minoru was already prepared for this day.  He had his pieces in play with a group loyal to him and no other. Those kobun were going to be dead and gone before they knew what hit them.   This was going to his family.  He had no place for those who were not loyal to him.  

They thought him too young and green to run the family.   Their rivals thought the family would crumble with the death of the kumichō.   They didn’t realize Minoru had been trained for this day since he would could walk.  It mattered naught that he was only 17 years old.  He had been operating in the shadows since he was barely wet behind the ears.  Carried out more missions and had killed more people than most of those baka had.  They sat around letting others do their dirty work while they got fat and rich. Complacent.  Minoru sneered, there was that fucking word again. He hated it. Complacency had no place in their world.  You were complacent you ended up in a casket.  Just ask his father. 

The casket lowered in the ground, rumbles of thunder sounding as if an ominous beacon.   Minoru saw it as a different kind of omen.  The omen of a new beginning and the ending of an old chapter.   Minoru had a different vision for his family. No longer would positions be passed to someone based solely on blood.  His family would be family by choice, not blood.  It would be a difficult and time-consuming task, but in the end, Minoru knew it would only increase their reach.  Through the years he had seen too many betrayals by so-called family.  There was no loyalty and that made him sick.  

Minoru stepped forward with his mother, Asako, clasping his forearm, tossing a black rose onto the roof of the casket followed by a handful of dirt.   His mother sobbed, clutching her rose to her chest as she whispered words of love to the body below.  His sister, Chie, stepped forward with her Nanī following the actions of her mother and throwing her flower onto the casket. Chie was young, only 12 years old.  She didn’t understand exactly what had happened.  All she knew was that the father she rarely saw was dead.  Tears streamed down her young face as she was led away, followed by Minoru and his mother.  Passing by his best friend Yoshinobu Kanemaru on the way out Minoru met his eyes and give an imperceptible nod.  Yoshinobu remained stoic giving no indication of the signal, but Minoru knew he had received it.  The two had been friends since they were toddlers.   They had grown up next door to each other and had recognized kindred spirits.  If the Suzuki family had their way someone like Yoshinobu would have no place in their ranks, except for maybe as a lowly foot soldier.  He would never rise because he wasn’t blood.  

Pressing a kiss to her cheek Minoru handed his other off into her town car along with his sister and her companion.  He would see them later at the wake.  For now he had a meeting to attend.   Perhaps it was disrespectful to his father to conduct business immediately following his funeral, but time was of the essence.  He had to be the one to strike first and strike definitively.  

Climbing behind the wheel of his 1994 Mercedes-Benz 240D Minoru drove through the outskirts of Tokyo to the little restaurant he had been having meetings with his men for the past year.  After three attempts on his father’s life Minoru had realized it was only a matter of time before his old man met his untimely demise.  So he had begun planning and setting things in motion for his eventual takeover.  Parking his car around the back, Minoru walked through the rear door and into the back room they congregated at.  Food had already been set out along with a bottle of Takeda Katafune Daiginjo Sake with one cup.  

Minoru took his seat at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair and thinking of the changes that were about to come into his life.   It was sooner than anticipated, but Minoru was a firm believer in destiny.  His time had come and he was ready to embrace it. With his hand selected men, nothing was going to stop his family.   Hearing vehicles pull up outside the restaurant Minoru sat forward, pulling the ceremonial knife he had brought for the occasion from his interior jacket pocket and laying it on the table next to the Sake cup.  

Yoshinobu Kanemaru was the first to enter, nodding his head in greeting to Minoru the sixteen-year-old took his seat at Minoru’s right side.   The two remained silent, the solemnity of the occasion echoing through the room.  This was a massive undertaking they were spearheading and honestly it was a bit nerve-wracking.   They would be fools not to feel apprehensive, and that was not a word that could be used to describe any of these men.  

Taichi Ishikari presented in the doorway next, his ever-present sneer on his face as he joined the men he considered two of his closest friends.  The fifteen-year-old assumed his seat to Minoru’s left, grabbing some tempura and biting into it.   Taichi was at home here.  His father owned the restaurant and had forced Taichi to work here since he was 5. Day in, day out Taichi had to spend every free hour slaving away as either a waiter or dishwasher for his father. At night he had to stay behind and clean for hours, so the business would be ready to open in the morning.   His father allowed them to use this room, but Taichi paid dearly for the honor.  Revenge on behalf of his good friend was one of the first items on Minoru’s orders of business.   He, Yoshi and Taichi had grown extremely close over the past few years and Minoru abhorred the way Taichi was treated by his father.   Taichi’s father had no idea what occurred during these meetings, but he provided food and liquor for the boys and extracted the cost through Taichi later.  Despite Minoru’s best efforts, Taichi refused to let them move locations.  No one would ever think to look here for the boys, it was safe. He would suffer for his friends.  

Takahasi Iizuka barreled through the door, running late as always.  He never could manage to arrive anywhere on time.  Slouching down in the seat the 19-year-old greeted his friends, eyes darting nervously around the room.   Iizuka had mixed feeling about the death of Minoru Suzuki, III.   The man had taken him in when he had run away from an abusive situation, so Iizuka felt a certain kinship with him for that, but he had been thrown into the family business as a henchman, given no choice but the fight or the family.   If he had the choice, he would have done it freely, but Iizuka wasn’t given an option and for that he held a grudge.  Minoru on the other hand had his complete loyalty.  From the start Minoru had treated him as family and lobbied against his own father on his behalf.  Minoru backed Iizuka up and never asked for anything in return.  In addition to his duties with the family Iizuka had been training since he was 14 with the younger man in preparation for this day.  

“Thank you all for coming here today.”  Minoru spoke, bringing the meeting to order.  “I recognize this is earlier than we anticipated, but I have no doubts that we are ready.  Each of us will take the oath binding us to each other and the Suzuki Guns family.   We will take what is rightfully ours and destroy those who stand in our way.  Our way will lead us to success and prosperity.” He looked each of his friends, soon to be brothers in the eyes before grabbing the Sake and glass and filling it.  

Rising to his feet Minoru shucked his jacket and undid his cufflinks, rolling the white long sleeve up past his elbow and grabbing the ceremonial knife.  

“I, Minoru Suzuki, IV, pledge my life and my honor to this family.   Henceforth known as the Suzuki Gunz Crime Family.  My loyalty is to this family and no other.  My men will come before all others.  I accept my position as kumicho. Bond before blood.”   Minoru spoke solemnly and dragged the knife down his arm, letting his blood drip into the cup of Sake.   Wrapping a bandage around his arm Minoru turned to Yoshinobu.

“Yoshinobu Kanemaru, I hereby name you saiko komon of the Suzuki Gunz.  You will serve as my counsel and my confidant.   Do you accept this designation?” Minoru said.

Yoshi rose to his feet and accepted the knife from Minoru after rolling up his own sleeves.

“I, Yoshinobu Kanemaru, pledge my life and my honor to the Suzuki Gunz Crime Family.  My loyalty is to this family and no other.  My men will come before all others.  I accept my position as saiko komon.  Bond before blood.”  Yoshi pledged, slicing open his arm and dripping his own blood into the cup.   Resuming his seat Yoshi quietly bandaged his arm, watching as Minoru continued the ceremony.

“Taichi Ishikari, I hereby name you so-honbucho of the Suzuki Gunz.  You will serve in my stead in my absence.  Where I am not able or available to issue directive, so shall you.   Do you accept this designation?” Minoru asked.

Taichi nodded pulling up his sleeve.  Taking the knife from Minoru he stood with it pressed to his skin, right at the start of a scar put there by his father.  

“I, Taichi Ishikari, pledge my life and my honor to the Suzuki Gunz Crime Family.  My loyalty is to this family and no other.  My men will come before all others.  I accept my position as so-honbucho.  Bond before blood.”  Taichi said grinning as he split open the scar dragging the knife along it.  If he was going to have a scar, it was going to be one that brings him pride.  

“Takahasi Iizuka, I hereby name you wakagashira of the Suzuki Gunz crime Family.  You will serve as head of our kobun.  You will be responsible for the safety and security of our family.   Do you accept this designation?”  Minoru asked.

Without hesitation Iizuka rose and responded.

“I, Takahasi Iizuka, pledge my life and my honor to the Suzuki Gunz Crime Family.  My loyalty is to this family and no other.  My men will come before all others.  I accept my position as wakagashira.  Bond before blood.”  The knife sliced open his arm and they all watched as the last member’s blood fell into the cup.

Lifting the cup and swirling it Minoru looked at each of the three men.  “I couldn’t ask for better men for this undertaking.  Our age is not a deterrent, but an asset.  We will change this family for the better. Make it stronger.  Make it richer.   Make it respected.  We will own Japan.” Minoru pronounced bringing the goblet to his mouth and swallowing a mouthful of the sake mixed with each of their blood.  

The goblet was passed around to each of the men, each taking a deep swallow before the cup was placed back on the table.  

Minoru reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a long black jewelry box and placing it on the table.  The other three crowded around as he opened it, revealing four rings with a symbol reading Suzuki Gunz inlaid in black and white diamonds.  

“Yoshi, Taichi, Iizuka, welcome to my family.” Minoru said handing each of them a ring before sliding his own on his finger.   “And welcome to the new era of Suzuki Gunz.” 

Japanese translations:  

Baka  - idiot or morons

Kobun – underlings

Kumichō – Boss

Nanī -nanny

so-honbucho – underboss, second in command

saiko komon – senior advisor – like consigliere in American mafia

wakagashira – first lieutenant

[viviliciousxo]

Just eating some food... and trying to get on the wall! 🤣🤣🤣⁣ ⁣ PS40 x Danico #supper⁣ ⁣ #latergram #SGCF (at JB Ah Meng) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxcP62DHGFZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=44v1qdw9566o

[skipdaddyg]

A gen amongst many. In pristine condition too. Found at the flat of EC Proof. Lovely spaces with lovely vibes. #ecproof #proofflat #sgcf2017 #sgcf #singaporecocktailfestival2017

[spiffydapper-blog]

Hotsy-Totsy Kisser: A mouthful of this pleasing libation of Banana Rum, Spiffy Falernum, Green Chartreuse, Starfruit and Lime will knock the heat out of anyone. #sgcf2017 #sgcocktailfest #sgcf #sgcocktailweek #cocktailbarsg #spiffydapper #thespiffydiaries (at The Spiffy Dapper)

[chunky-thesugaraddict]

Last day at SGCF 2019 Festival Village @ Empress Lawn. Peculiar Path ftw! #SGCF2019 #Mitzo #MitzoSG #MitzoBar (at Empress Lawn) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxWuiamng86/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=s4ihsuk5xve

[buenosairesnews]

So much to learn at cocktail festival, Food News & Top Stories

So much to learn at cocktail festival The Straits Times To cater to the modern, savvy cocktail drinker, the upcoming Singapore Cocktail Festival (SGCF) is stepping up the educational aspect of cockta Buenos Aires news today