Thursday, August 31, 2006
ekka, the royal brisbane show
it is really about fairy candy flosses, chocolate-coated strawberries, hoops and rings and toys and lottery and hotdogs and lemonade; romancing the carnival in an old school american glamour.
i wish.
ekka is an annual australian affair, where farmers get to show off their prized farm friends .
a really handsome siberian husky, large shaggy dogs, angry piglets in a raging battle, white sheeps (with a cute white kid), black sheeps, goats, (eews) camels, hibernating chicken littles, a proud fighter rooster and a prized maniacal black rooster. timtamting, you're so going to hate this, especially the farm stench. ugh.
i can't believe they dragged me to watch a synchronised whip lashing mass display . (!!!) i think whip lashing of the aussie outback culture is simply pointless, boring and so unsynchronised to a point of being rhythmically annoying.
the company
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the 'not-so-cheap' showbags
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the oily american dagwoods and pork ribs
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and my favourite picture of all, the finale
wish you were here, xoxo.
fuck at 12:40 AM
Saturday, August 26, 2006
savoir faire
this is what i thought was particularly disturbing.
see, we came to La Dolce Vita alfresco cafe again, where i ever mentioned the irony of the presence of the famous replica of la Tour d'Eiffel and the boss's much discussed red ferrari.
waiters wore Materrazzi's jersies as work uniforms and how apt is it to proclaim victory over the francaise with italiano's triumphant shot with the golden cup mounted on the most romantic french symbolic monument?
fuck at 2:42 AM
Friday, August 25, 2006
mahjong low
i've been losing big time in mahjong lately. and it's every gambler's nightmare that the stakes roll higher on every other occasion, with every other guest.so karma please don't desert me.
fuck at 2:38 AM
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
where is the love?
i just received a postcard of Il Cenacolo ( The Last Supper) by Leonardo Da Vinci from milano, italia. it is alot like buying love from across the continents, considering asking van to send me a postcard purely because i wanted to own an italia stamp. i thought she might just scream "hello" in block letters, signing off with xoxo - which is more likely to be my content given the situation. heh but she managed a proper note as i should expect. although i bought love, i didn't kill the excitement of receiving love. whee. where is your love? are you sending me your love too?on the same note, i bought love again, and yes, across seas and across continents.
a pair of handmade vintage earrings from the states. you have to see for yourself, the designer does really pretty artwork. free international shipping! tell me if you're interested, cos i'm!
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last sunday,
reminiscence of the glorious label-whoring days in the 90s - minus the block and bold armani exchange. it's funny how we wear these bold printed statement on our chests and not necessarily having any intentions of the same.
quentin's heavy metal- showcasing his ampleness and need for a tough underwired bra.
ike's hershey's milk chocolate - i'm sorry, but they are not flavoured.
trump's "your little princess is my little whore" - he never wore this tee to my house and i doubt he will.
that's her in the final countdown of the bo lo bun bet, if gorging the last bo lo bun on the table was worth the semi-free dimsum brunch. i always thought weizhi dresses with subtle charm. haha, let the adidas fool you not! how shameless is her advertorial statement!
interested parties can apply, i think she needs a sugar-daddy now.
fuck at 10:40 PM
Thursday, August 10, 2006
updates from down under
bah! my melbourne trip is infinitely postponed!!no more krispy kremes (i promised to eat chia's share), penguin parade at sunset, having breakfast with penguins at sunrise, ghost tour at the old melbourne gaol, lygon's little italian pasta cafe, st kilda's homemade cakes and hell, the 5 remaining apostles might not even wait for me. boo.
weizhi suggested a national day celebration dinner, so we went little singapore; a cozy asian eatery. the boss who spews hokkien periodically never fails to recommend his specialty asam fishhead and always promise dua dua eh but most of the time, the fishhead is not as dua as i had expected. hah, and he offered tau-hu goreng for free after i flirted with him briefly, cheekly reminding him of dua dua eh fishhead.
we spoke of great mahjong plans, marcus already dreaming about his aud$winnings.
but weizhi had then involuntarily/voluntarily concussed on my futon in my living room since 11pm- barely 15mins into watching 'crash'.
the evil presence within the futon is inexplicable, leaving not even a trace of lingering insomnia and weizhi is probably victim number 7.
ooh, my new friend,
c.o.f.f.e.e.
this little bitch is how cute! there is a slight confusion over her sexual orientation (she prefers ladies), and she has a penis apparently!
fuck at 12:52 AM