Monthly Archives: June 2008
Euphoria by Ministry of Sound
I know, I know! It’s finally here! Whop dee doo!
After months of speculation, “When-will-it-open” moments and general “I can’t wait!” sentiments, it’s finally here! Euphoria by Ministry of Sound is open to the public!
Since I’m working with the Agency that did the website, we were all invited to the club’s soft launch on 25th June [1 day before my actual birthday – hence lots of alcoholism going around! đ Didn’t help that it was free flow as well].
I’ll just let the pictures do the talking, shall I?
Jamie, Eve, Pix, M* [the debut of nice eyebrows too! More to come đ ]
Jamie, Zaheer, Jo, Pix, David, M*s hand, Dawn’s hand.
Definitely no bonus this year đŚ Za, David [all-powerful GM], Hatim
One of the funky Pink Groovers! Yes, he’s wearing a g-string. But I saw a hint of a boxershort [thank you, Visible Undie Line!]
All ye smokers have a special room to be in should y’all wish to smoke. Hah!
She really needs to go. Tee hee
One of The Grinders. They’ve got metal bits on their front jacket, with a metal-polishing-thingajig tool that emits sparks when grinded against metal bits.
A Candy Girl đ
More mindless Photoshop work done.
M*
Since Iâve been watching tonnes of movies lately [and not reviewing them, naughty me], Iâve decided to continue the tradition from my old blog, but with a twist : giving you a review in less than 10 words. đ
I really donât want to bore you with boring details [since everyone wants to read on the go-go-go, but Iâve outlined some finer/fine-ish points bulleted below đ
Get Smart
Hot spy vs bumbling spy with genuine LOLs.
- Lots of jibes regarding the [soon to be gone, I hope!] Bush administration
âNuuu-klee-arâ
âNo, itâs NUCLEARâ
âRight, whateverâ
- I reiterate, I abso-fucking-lutely hate HATE hate Hoi Polloi [ie non Couple / isolated] seats in the cinema. Why? Cause every little shake / tap is enough to send gargantum tremors up your chair thatâll rock the Richter scale
The Other Boleyn Girl
Hot sisters battle for throne.
- Very nice directing, even better wardrobe
- Ah, to have 2 hot young Hollywood femme fatales battle it out with the equally hot Eric Bana should be made ⌠illegal
Lucky Number Slevin
Mistaken identity lands hottie in twisted plot.
- Brilliant acting by Hartnett and Willis. Maybe itâs time I took Mr.Hartnett seriously. Like, a serious actor, of course
- Watch out for the twist at the end!
The Chronicles of Narnia : Prince Caspian
Prince and kids save kingdom, inhabitants happy
Well, what else could I say?
- Ben Barnes tries to put on a Spanish accent, since the Telmarines in the movie had Spanish conquistador influences around them. Hmm, still doesnât have me entirely convinced
- Excellent cinematography, and well done with the costumes. Narnia IS indeed a more savage place đ
Forbidden Kingdom
Chinese mythology characters save kid
- UGH. Since when did Monkey King speak English?! God, no no no! ARGH! *tears hair out
- Watch only if youâre a semi Kung Fu movie fan. Otherwise, catch the movie below!
Kung Fu Panda
Obese panda learns Kung Fu â saves village
- Feel good animation of the year! Although, I canât fathom why a duck has a panda for a son
- Has just enough humour to amuse the kiddies and the adults
- Po has the cutest bulge ever, just like Kelâs!
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Indy saves planet. Aliens are grateful.
- Indiana Jones, as I recall, is an ADVENTURE movie not a fantasy / sci-fi movie! Spielberg should just take his stinking sci-fi ass and haul it out from the movie! Aliens?! WTF!
- Corny one-liners *cringe
âI have to return the skullâ
âWhy?â
âBecause it told me toâ
This was the part I cringed so hard you had to Botox my face to keep it from ever cringing again. ARGH!
Phew, only 7 movies I have watched this year.
Now if youâll excuse me, I have a box set of all 6 seasons of Sex and the City to finish before I buy the DVD đ
Self Esteem = 1, Models = 0
After seeing the amount of Photoshop done on this model, I already feel better about my body.
Picture courtesy of Photoshop Disasters
When We Grow Up
It appears that the Pussycat Dolls are the new Spice Girls /
feminists of the 21st Century, what with their guy bashing [read : I
Donât Need a Man] and female liberation [read : When I Grow Up]
When I Grow Up is the first single from the Dollsâ new album, Doll Domination [a-ha! Reminiscent of Spiceworld much?], since the departure of Carmit. Meaning that the Dolls are now a 5-piece band group.
Now kindly click on the video link below to listen / see the song, if you havenât already.
Here are the lyrics incase you through you heard âBoobiesâ I did!
[Intro, x2]
Boys call you sexy (What’s up, sexy)
And you donât care what they say
See, everytime you turn around
They scream your name
[Verse 1]
Now I’ve got a confession
When I was young I wanted attention
And I promised myself that Iâd do anything
Anything at all for them to notice me
[Bridge]
But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it’s like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
‘Cause see when I was younger I would say
[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies
When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies
When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines
When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene
[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it
[Verse 2]
They used to tell me I was silly
Until I popped up on the TV
I always wanted to be a superstar
And knew that singing songs would get me this far
[Bridge]
But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say
You know what it’s like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
‘Cause see, when I was younger I would say
[Chorus]
When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies
When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies
When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines
When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene
[Hook x2]
Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it
[Verse]
I see them staring at me
Oh I’m a trendsetter
Yes this is true ’cause what I do, no one can do it better
You can talk about me
‘Cause I’m a hot topic
I see you watching me, watching me, and I know you want it
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The lyrics have been disturbing me the whole time during Bikramâs Yoga class Itâs rather difficult having to do a toe stand whilst the song is in your head âWhen I grow up, lalalalalaaaaâ
Since when did you not have to work hard to get something you want?
âBe careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get itâ
So letâs say I wish for a raise. According to the lyrics, I have to be careful as I *MAY* get a raise. What a load of crap. Iâd have to bust my ass and stick my head into my own ass before Iâd get a RM1 million raise.
Apparently, according to PCD, all girls want to be superstars when they grow up. Well, whatever happened to âWhen I grow up, I wanna be :
– A Scientist
– Translator
– Doctor
– Nurse
– Firefighter
Etc etc etc?
What if a Doll who joined made up her mind that she wants to be a doctor repairing cleft palates worldwide?! Would she then not be “cool”?
They are propagating the minds of our youth with thoughts of being famous! Would being famous really be our childrenâs top priority? Since when, did we become a highly self-centric society?
With the advent of social networking sites such as Facebook, MySpace and the like, being âseenâ and âtaggedâ in photos is the new âcoolâ thing.
Lugging around a digital camera and being seen [and photographed or âshopped in] is the thing to do.
Whatever happened to nice, good olâ fashioned values?
Are we becoming international exhibitionists at the rate of our morality sinking into further depths?
Angela Wah & The Slug
If there’s one thing I dislike about evangelical people, it’s evangelical people in the mall on a Monday as you’re about to catch a movie.
As I was running to the cinema to purchase movie tickets for myself and Kel, 2 women waved at me for abit :
Random #1 : Hello! Are you local?
M* : Uh, no… Don’t you smell something fishy already?!
R1 : Oh okay, where are you from? *takes pamphlet Christiany looking pamphlet out. AHA!
M* : New Zealand Which is semi-true, of course
R1 : oh okay! So this weekend it’s Father’s day [M* : NO SHIT SHERLOCK] , and we at Church have got some fun activities lined up…
M* : I’m not free this weekend.
R#2 : Great, it’s her turn to speak Oh on Friday, we’ve got a cell group, and you can learn etc etc…
M* : I’m Christian [Lie #1. Well, I generally say that so they’ll stop trying to save me. I’m Agnostic-Buddhist, if there ever is such a thing. And yes, I believe that one’s merits will get them into Heaven, and not by reciting holy scriptures all day long and repenting on your death bed. Cause that’s not fair. Meaning I can be a kiddie rapist and an adulterous wench, yet be forgiven a mere 4.5 seconds away from death? What about the souls I’ve utterly disregarded during my lifetime?]
R#1 : Oooh, so it’s okay, you can come to our cell group… how long will you be here in Malaysia?
M* : Another half a month. I’m here on a 3-month internship [Lie #2. I never did an internship. Unless you count drinking margaritas and dancing to salsa an internship]
R#2 : Interesting! So what are you doing here?
M* : Uhhh. graphic web advertising… [Arachknots, kindly insert guffaw here]
R#2 :Oooh so where do you stay?
M* : uhh.. Damansara [Lie #3. I work there. Well, okay, semi-live]
R#2 : ooh which part! I live in Ken Damansara!
M* : I uh, live in Ken Damansara 2 [I went to a friend’s place once. I like it there. I want Kel to buy a unit there. HINT HINT]
R#1 : oooh we should keep it touch! Do you have a card, or a number?
M* : Uhh… 012- 310 0671 [Lie #4 : This used to be my old number]. Well it was nice meeting you. I’ve got a movie to catch…
R#2 : Sorry, what’s your name again?
M* : Angela. Angela Wah.
đŻ
They were nice. I couldn’t very well tell them that I don’t eat beef, pray to a deity that they don’t believe in and that somehow, someday, we all go to Heaven, could I?
Speaking of slugs, I found a slug the size of a thumb [a huge, flat and brown one at that]. In my water bottle. After I took a huge swig from it.
URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Ran upstairs and emptied half my mum’s mouthwash into my mouth and gargled till the second installation of Transformers.
UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My colleague attempted to scared me this afternoon :
Lay : Maybe they’re feeding in your stomach.
M* : IMPOSSIBLE. My stomach juices would’ve minced them all up, so it’s lying about in my stomach. Hah!
Lay : You forgot – they’re asexual. Which means, they can breed easily.
M* : đŻ AIEEEEEEEEEEE!
M*