Sunday, September 30, 2007

What's love got to do with it?

Recently I've been accused of being critical and having too high a standard and expectation of other people.
Although it was a rebuttal after I stripped my friend bare of her philosophy and the poor choice of her current relationship, it doesn't mean it's not true.
And last night was the dreadful night that I realised that I am a minority in terms of expecting my girlfriend to be my best friend as well.
I know. There are people who want their partners and best friends to be separated. Ergo, getting physical affection from one person, and sharing your thoughts, dreams, and life with another.
It's actually a very good investment. Say, if you do lose your partner, you have your back up best friend, and vice versa.
I guess I'm the type that will choose to show hand when it comes to shit like this. Double or nothing.
I'm just thinking about the day I'm fifty years old, and my wife is no longer attractive, and she doesn't appreciate black humour, hates dancing, refuse to go to the movies because she can't stand the smell of popcorn and teenage kids.

Then what?

Thursday, September 27, 2007

I didn't eat popcorn out of a giant fishbowl.


Fight for Kisses.



I've never encountered this problem.
Mainly because I'm quite hairless, and wifeless.
But yea, this commercial is disgusting for ignoring the lesbians and gays around. How can they be so insensitive? Don't they know that babies make people cry? And now they have to rub it in and say you're hairy and unsmooth.
Haha, that's funny.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Office joy.


Just wanted to try out the video function*.
And also celebrate the end of the week. This little toy has attracted heaps of attention in the office lately. Ah the nostalgia...

*Realised blogger video kinda sucks. Used YouTube instead.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

The island.


Penang. Penang? Penang!?! Fwooah.
LINK via Designboom.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Chandelier

Friday, September 14, 2007

The pursuit of happiness.


Menu of the day.

So my high school classmate is in the Malaysian Chinese beauty contest. Weird. Last year my primary school 'girlfriend' got first place.
Suddenly winning a beauty queen is like something you can buy off the shelves. Girls wake up and think 'Hmm, I think I can be a beauty queen', and off they go.
What can I say, it's pretty interesting reading their profiles. Some have the ambition to become an accountant. But most of them'd like to be a 'successful business woman'. That's just ambiguous. Do they mean, woman who owns a successful business, or just successfully being a woman who does business?
A girl's even got a qualification of Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia.
I'm so detached from that phrase for one second I thought it's something very very powerful and advanced, until I realised it's SPM. That was quite a shock.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Welcome to the world, IXY 10.


This is the first picture of my new digital camera. She's just came on a flight from Tokyo, so a bit shy and tired. But I'm sure we'll get along fine.
Special thanks to Naoko Kurihara.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Bad design.


This is today's front cover of the Herald Sun.
At first glance, it seems like Pavarotti's death is a joke.

I'm not sure if this 'headline has nothing to do with picture' thing is actually intentional by the HS, I think it's misleading.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Reasons to become a fare evader.

I've concluded today that tram inspectors are the lowest form that a single human being can choose to be.
And I will no longer sympathize them for being feared and loathed like dentists but with really, really crap pay and respect.
In fact, I wasn't even the one getting fined.
They just refused to believe my friend was from Port Douglas and claimed, word to word, 'don't try to BS your way through'.
His effort to explain translated to 'you're resisting to comply and we have to place you under arrest'.
And in the end he didn't even fucking know that Port Douglas is in Queensland. And their highly super efficient connection with Telstra couldn't even confirm that my friend's phone number is registered under his name. Yea, what a first world fucking country this is.
I'm not angry about the fine. Fuck, my friend's moving out of Port Douglas in a month and he's not even going to receive anything.
We are plainly pissed at the lack of respect and the 'guilty even proven innocent' policy of the Yarra Tram officers.
It's alright I guess. It must have been tough being molested and gagged by your own father since youth.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

A glass and a half full of joy.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Little things that cracked me up.



I'm the Crateman, oh the Crateman.

I saw this from the train few weeks ago, and planned to post it on the blog. Then I lost my digital camera and computer and my mental well being.
Found out that Wooster Collective had beat me to it anyway, with a better photo and proof that it's in Melbourne with that Connex train.
Made my journey to work a bit more bearable.

Monday, September 03, 2007

TV on speed and ice.


Hello Dave, I'm back and I'm hot.

Philips has launched their new Aurea Television, which, from my brief understanding of the website, emits colourful 'Ambilight' on its frame to suit the TV content's colour mode. Totally redundant, but cool.
And to amplify that, they've got Wong Kar Wai to direct a short feature film 'There's Only One Sun' on the website as well.
So this is his second feature film after the BMW 'The Follow'. It will be hailed as a colourful, breath taking masterpiece, but I didn't really like it.
Too '2046' if you know what I mean. They even used the same soundtrack. And the French (or was it Greek?) just screams Godard constantly.
Although you won't really understand the film at all, there's a cool Aurea soundtrack to download from the website.
Will it sell a lot of TVs? Let's hope so for Philips.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Nash Police.

I think it's all the misfortunes lately that has caused my fuse to shrink. I've never been so annoyed for a long time.
I'm talking about that girl in the Asian grocery shop along Russell. You know who I'm talking about, one of the cashier girls.
Don't get me wrong. I've always thought that the cashier system in that shop is faster than the average Safeway checkout counters.
But that girl, she needs to improve her English! It's not as if it's something difficult like 'She sells sea shells by the seashore', she's only got 2 words to say: Next please.
And she fucks it up! WTF is 'Nash Police'??? And I'm fine if she's a voice of Julie London. It's like Japanese pop songs: We have no idea what they're singing abut, but if the voice is ok, the rhythm is right, we'll dance all night, cool.
Yet her voice was fucking i.rri.ta.ting. And LOUD! Hey, the shop is the size of a fucking phone booth and I'm just a meter away from you.
Stop shouting 'Nash Police'!

I can't breathe.

Parky being hopelessly romantic and obsessed over me, found another harvardwang blog. And it's fantastic. Ladies and gentlemen, we've officially encountered a pirated blog of mine. I can't stop laughing. WTF is ' Come in is hard. It's very hard?'
From my understanding, his harvardwang translates into ' The king of Harvard'. I feel so insulted that I'm laughing so hard.