Wednesday, June 21, 2006
find 72 bands
this is by far, probably the cleverest marketing strategy i've come across. virgin's digital competition - how many bands can you find in this single piece of art. competition's deadline was last dec and i only managed 18 out of the designated 72.ie. guns and roses, smashing pumpkins, pet shop boys, blur, queen, gorillaz scissor sisters, U2, the rolling stones, matchbox 20, red hot chilli peppers, greenday, garbage, radiohead and beach boys.
please contribute, especially if you're one hell of a groupie.
p.s: check out lonely planet's city game as well.
fuck at 9:42 PM
swotvac: the graffitis
( read: los qu'il ne fait plus, est-ce que tu ne tombes plus?)
( read: sally, i need a scrub)
nothing special. just sore over the fact that i woke up early on a sunday morning for The aussie brekkie at roundabout in west end and apparently that they don't work on sundays. SUNDAYS HELLO? woke up early for brekkie on a SUNDAY and it was closed. ta ma de. by the way, this is not the restaurant but some random car workshop along some insignificant road.
fuck at 9:06 PM
swotvac: the house of sleep
this is my new temp. housemate. the evictee whose ex-housemate was a gay shanghainese who brings his laptop into the toilet and leaves pubic hairs shaping letter M on the narrow cubicle walls. maybe cos his bed takes up the entire middle section of the lounge area, everyone in the household suffers from major sleeping spells, constant lethargy and pure sloth.and with sloth, i mean concussed with audible snoring on the beanbag, the blue couch, quentin's bed within half hour of gorging kfc mega family feast and watching cheesy hk movies of then andy lau and the actress who's always acting as 小倩.
meet quentin, the jamie oliver wannabe*.
quentin (left) with chris, the dean's list honour student. i think we were having serious hunger pangs for singapore food after a road trip to bryon bay (again) and glow worm mountain during roy's visit. maybe he misses teh-tarik the most. sam is still yearning for his $5 hokkien mee.
meet sally.
trump's friend and quentin's official floormate; sleeping approximately 1 metre apart separated by the couch and the coffee table. quentin's awfully sweet cos we have no blinds and sally would be scorched awake every morning, quentin clipped a cloth outside the balcony sliding doors so sally gets better sleep. aww...
sam has been mugging during swotvac, no news except he's currently hooked on mando-pop, practising to impress.
quentin's female friend was supposed to bunk in 2 days ago.
sally's friend is coming for a visit (ie. bunk in) before heading to london.
and i wonder how many housemates i really have.
*jamie oliver: quentin wore a red polka dotted apron while making dinner yesterday. how gay is that? picture not disclosed cos i'm afraid he'll kick me off his skyline.
fuck at 8:00 PM
Thursday, June 15, 2006
following japan's major upset and the 'socceroos''s historical victory, this message came on tv:"We just harpooned the Japanese and now we are going to wax the Brazilians."
i pray that the brazilians will whoop their cocky asses.
fuck at 10:57 PM
Sunday, June 11, 2006
the new blak
i don't suppose we have this product in the local market yet, but coca cola blak - coke infused with coffee essence and coffee-like froth is certainly not my thing. 
fuck at 1:15 AM
sleazy
stereotypically, sleazy music serves as the prelude to sex scenes.30 seconds of 80's solo saxaphonic sleaze into the movie, i saw no action. it was utter disappointment cos i actually anticipated the characters to develop romantic feelings!
she came to look for him - an ex-con in a prejudiced community, woman got upset, man explained, enter sleazy music, a couple of suggestive glances then she stroked his head which he looked away, attempting to resist and later ended with a grateful kiss.
okay, maybe my expectations were arbitrary, especially when i wasn't even paying any attention to the movie. but bah! i hate it when my distraction is not duly rewarded.
fuck at 12:34 AM
Saturday, June 10, 2006
a series of unfortunate events, as quentin says
burglarised and a car accident on the same day.the radio playing james blunt's "you had a bad day" on the way back from the hospital.
just when you thought the worst was over, the same fucking burglar made a second attempt the next day, at the same time.
tell me about the probabilities of all these karmic debts in merely 2 days. fuck.
fuck at 12:56 AM
Friday, June 09, 2006
tim tam slamthis is how you do a tim tam slam.no directions given and purely just for laughs.
credits: sam the model and trump, for being my accomplice.
i sincerely apologise for the nightmarish laughter.my laughter.
fuck at 11:24 PM
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
today
is the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year.fuck at 4:12 AM
Monday, June 05, 2006
speed needs no translation
kelvin51anz's invitation to the auto salon at the coast couldn't have been a difficult decision, if not for...
1. phoebe the parasite is going.
- the only companion domanatrix has, shares a love-hate relationship. working, owns a $500 crap car and was fined $250 for illegal parking/tow fee. practises superficiality which she receives equally.
2. domantrix is going.
(read: spousal constraint, therefore 'handicapped'.
3. Festilitalia!
4. that 50% final report due wednesday 10am, which i just started.
5. being an absolute dunzo in engine performance, non-turbo or twin turbo, cylinders in multiples of 2, horsepower blah blah dyno-testing blah hydraulics blah.
for AUD$18, it was an aesthetic success. even though most of the time the showgirls were merely standing around, bitching about who had boobjobs or rhinoplasties. fun photo-taking session though - perfectly colour coordinated.
there's a paul walker in every wannabe racer/driver of a zhng car.
p.s are you hyped up for tokyo drift already?
fuck at 1:55 AM
Sunday, June 04, 2006
the boys are far too cute for my liking...
"i'm going to singapore!!".fuck at 1:10 AM