shitty thoughts

[listening to ::: feelin' the same way - norah jones]

going to an asian wedding on saturday night. it will be totally FOB. as in a reception at MAXIM's in bankstown, with a house band that plays shit like SHE BANGS and LET'S GET LOUD with a terrible asian accent. let me show you an example.

here is BAI LING. i don't know what she is doing, but does anyone?


she's not alone, though. i also think that JARED LETO HAS SOME ISSUES.

went to the WE ARE SCIENTISTS gig last night. was kickin'. they'd brought an inflatable wallaby named BRUCE with them, and he sat on the stage alongside drum kit. at some point, when the bassist was taking a drink of his beer, the audience pointed at him and cheered,

CROWD: SKULL! SKULL! SKULL! SKULL! SKULL!
BASSIST: *confused* why are they pointing at bruce?
LEAD SINGER: err, i dunno man. but........ *points to BRUCE and joins in the chanting* SCONES! SCONES! SCONES! SCONES! SCONES!

[listening to ::: live at the wireless on jjj - the presets]

b'ah! missed out on pre-sale RCHP tix. must line up like a pleb on friday and purchase them then. blast.

nothing to report. no new-found revelations that i need to share with you all, so i'll keep it short.

oh! had a fuckin' hilarious conversation with two guys who were trying to pick up me and a girlfriend of mine, on saturday night at the pub. they really started to piss me off, so i lay into them. the conversation was as follows, give or take a couple of embellishments ;)

GUY: hey... what have you guys been up to, tonight?
MISH: nothing.
GUY: uhh, you guys go to uni?
MISH: *lying* yes.
GUY: unsw?
MISH: yes.
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GUY: what kind of music are you into? *blah blah blah*
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GUY: soo, where abouts are you from? are you an international student?
MISH: *fuckin' FIRES UP* you're assuming by the way that i look, i'm an international student?
GUY: well...
MISH: so based on my appearance, i couldn't have POSSIBLY been born here?
GUY: no -- i mean, just the way -- you look asian, so --
MISH: what? my parents couldn't have been born here? *they weren't!* ........ and my great great grandfather didn't come out during the gold rush? *lying, again*
GUY: actually, what am i saying?! 3am on a saturday night? of course you're not international students. international students aren't going to be at the pub at 3am!
MISH: what???? why not? what makes you think an international student couldn't be out at 3am on a saturday night??!?!??!?!
GUY: errrrrrrrrrrr..............................................
MISH: but i can totally understand why you'd think i'm an international student. my english is atrocious and my vocabulary is below par --
MISH: no no! no, your english is fiiiine!
MISH: it's called sarcasm, mate. part of australian humour.
GUY: err.....

at this point, he hadn't even left the conversation or our table. he continued to sit there and let me tear him a new asshole, til laura's boyfriend, dave, rocked up and we left.

ahhh, refreshing fun :)

[listening to ::: the blower's daughter - damien rice]

in the same vein as my SAILOR WENT TO SEA post, check these out.

not sure about the credibility of these things, but they sure are funny!

for a bit of fun, get your fingers working with the BIG YELLOW BUTTON.

i don't understand the asian, so cannot explain exactly what is going on.. alls i know is to choose your character, and then click that big yellow button in the bottom right hand corner as fast as you can and make the fucker out-run the ostrich! much hilarity ensues!

this looks like the sort of fun i'd like to partake in.

ps. note the un-flinching colleagues sitting at their desks as they career by.

amidst more controversy about my apparent 'accent', i learnt how to say 'yobbo' in vietnamese.

oh yeah. missed HOMEBAKE tix because i am an ass! totally forgot about it and they have sold out. fuckers fuckers fuckers. *removes it from the shitty is going to list*

meanwhile, the RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS have announced an april show. will be a tough show to score tix.

now i must post pictures of some brazillian dood who was voted most beautiful man. i certainly concur. i have googled mr. anonymous, but to no avail. help, please!

over-indulged! i pulled the 2L tub of ice-cream from the freezer and there was more than enough for a big bowl of ice-cream, but it would leave too little to put back in the fridge -- so i ate it all. bout 500mLs worth. and now my tummy hurrrrrrrrts!!!!

this does nothing to disprove my ice-cream rule (ie. there's always room for ice-cream) and will not deter me from participating in such behaviour in future :)

love, in the form of a package, arrived for me today from ebay.


was meant to buy it when i went to their gig but they only had XXXXXXL for all the hip-hop lads. i got this in a men's small. huzzah!

i got home from work today at 630pm and sat down at the computer to check my email. it is now 2:09am and i am still sitting at the computer. my friday night has officially been spent as a LOOOOOSERRRR. but in my travels, i have discovered that:

THE NEPTUNES (aka. the genius that is PHARREL WILLIAMS and CHAD HUGO) penned wreck'n'effects' RUMPSHAKER. yes, that's right... that rumpshaker. as in, all i wanna do is zumma-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom... just shake your rump!

in primary school, me and my best mate, gareth, used to sing the bit:

I like the way you comb your hair (UH!)
I like the stylish clothes you wear (UH!)
It's just the little things you do (UH!)
that makes me wanna get with you (UH!)

and we was the hottest things at little lunch. :)

in other (net) surfing news, i learnt that in 2004, THE NEPTUNES produced "almost 20 per cent of songs played on British radio. A similar survey in the US had them at 43 per cent." nuts. come back, N*E*R*D.

i also found that research has shown that as language developed, naming objects was not completely arbitrary as previously thought. for example, choose which shape is named, BOOBA and which is KIKI.


95% to 98% of people choose Kiki for the orange angular shape and Booba for the purple rounded shape.

KIKI has a much harder sound, as opposed to BOOBA and thus are represented visually. cool.

absolutely fallen in love with the song, HEARTBEATS. both the original version from the swedish electro duo, THE KNIFE. and the recent one by JOSE GONZALEZ of bouncy balls, SONY BRAVIA tv ad fame.

just saw a behind the scenes video for SONY BRAVIA's new advertisement. again with the, COLOUR like. no. other. theme. it's got some crazy paintball action, going on.

take a lookie-see.


what else did i learn? oh yeah...

rumours for BDO 2007 are flying rampant like bombs over iraq. contentious metaphor? perhaps. read the article and get excited.

i also learnt that if you drop a couple of MENTOS into a bottle of (preferably) DIET COKE, this is the resulting effect:


see, isn't it convenient that everything i learnt in the past 6hrs of reading, i have condensed into a lovely entry for your viewing pleasure? my time was not wasted. ahh, my work here is done.

[listening to ::: heartbeats - the knife]

bitch. whine. do i do anything else?

on friday night, i rocked up at the PALACE donning a cap as part of my outfit, as per usual.

security at the door, checked my ID and let me pass. i went up the escalators to where the UNSW sports assoc. party was being held. again, the people on the door, signed me in and stamped my wrist.

and on this MID-PALACE level i sat for 2hrs, drinking. during my 3rd hour there, a security guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to remove my cap.

MISH: i've been here for two hours, wearing this hat.
SECURITY: take off your hat.
MISH: there are other people here, wearing hats. heck. there are bar staff, wearing hats.
SECURITY: take off your hat.
MISH: that guy! he's wearing a hat! the security guys downstairs let me in, wearing this hat.
SECURITY: take. off. your. hat.
*reluctantly takes off the hat*

so later in the night, after seeing 4 other people in hats (girls and guys, alike.. and many variations (including guys dressed in togas, with tree branches as head gear)) i decided to very politely, ask another security guard.

MISH: hi. i was just wondering, from a security perspective, why aren't we allowed to wear hats, inside?
SECURITY WHO WAS ALSO WEARING A HAT: coz the cameras can't see your face.
MISH: fair. why don't you enforce it more rigorously? i was asked to remove my hat, but i was allowed to wear it when i came through the doors, downstairs.
SECURITY: coz it's lit downstairs.
MISH: okay, why don't you enforce it on the door, on this level?
SECURITY: because it's not that important. as security, we have better things to worry about than whether or not you're wearing a hat.
MISH: again, fair. but then why isn't there a blanket policy about no hats, that applies to everyone? i was asked to remove mine, yet there's a guy, over there, wearing a hat.
SECURITY: it's on backwards.
as fate would have it, at this exact moment, he turned it back around.
MISH: okay. he's just turned it around.
SECURITY: look, we can tell them to take their hat off, and if they refuse, we can throw them out. but we can't follow them around all night to make sure they don't put them back on.
MISH: i understand this, you have better things to worry about. but your staff behind the bar are wearing hats.
SECURITY: well, they work here and we own this place. we can wear what ever the fuck we like. we make the rules. and if you don't like it, you can get the fuck out.
MISH: err... shouldn't you, and the bar staff, be setting an example?
SECURITY: it's our fuckin' place. if you don't like it, then fuck off.
MISH: well... thanks very much for the chat... *mumbles* you power-tripped freak!!!!

whilst working at sanity..

MISH: g'day mate, how ya doin?
40YR OLD MAN WITH AMERICAN ACCENT: ha! *mocking* gid'day mayyyte. how yerr doinnn????
MISH: err, what can i get you?
MAN: that's a great accent. i can put on an australian accent too! giddayyy! surely you're putting that on.
MISH: *deadpan* no. that's just the way i speak.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. i could not believe it. the guy i was working with came out from the back room and was about to ask him to leave if he carried on. i just can't wait for the next 500 years when we all start fucking each other and start to all look alike. either that, or we'll blow ourselves up.

did not get into ARCTIC MONKEYS as the $65 tix were being scalped at the premium of $250!!! for seated tix! ri-cock-ulous. so i passed. i did not, however, pass on the 3rd show of U2 with kanye, warming up the crowd. section 121-1, so i'm pretty chuffed.

LILY ALLEN played at CLUB 77 on thursday night. i tried to spring a surprise on stril as she loves her almost more than she loves dan ...almost. after lining up for 3hrs in the blistering cold, we, along with 400 other punters behind us, were turned away when it had reached its 180ppl capacity. annoying. ack.

congrats to stril for scoring a berth in the grand final of her karaoke competition. $5000 first prize in the works. it's good to see her use that half asian for something.

giving myself to the end of the year to find a job, and if not, i'm going to pull the plug on SANITY to instill THE FEAR. i never thought i'd end up here.

eddie izzard is a master. check this clip from DRESS TO KILL. the rest of the show is gold. cake or death?

fuck. they disabled imbedding. click the link. it's worth it.

[listening to ::: slippery dick - peaches]

am contemplating rocking up to the ENMORE tomorrow night and scalping a ticket for the ARCTIC MONKEYS - perhaps they've got a few spare at the window. tix went for ~$70 and would love to pay below cost price if i find some desperate dood, trying to palm one off before the show, but would be willing to spend about a hundred buckers.

their new video is wicked:


i personally love their one for VIEW FROM THE AFTERNOON, what with all the drumming - but this fairs up pretty well, too.

U2 (ha! they have a myspace!!!) announced a third show when they come back out in november with kanye in tow so i'm getting a ticket to that this friday. it's a hundred-plus dollars so lucky it's been raining heaps, coz this must've been what i was saving m'ah pennies for!

[listening to ::: heartbeats - the knife]

shit. what am i going to do with my newly added, recently downloaded section if they shut down limewire? apparently after the succesful sue-ing of kAZaA, LIMEWIRE is up next. and BITTORRENT??? what if they go down, too? am i expected to PAY for my music? *gasp*

the internet is turning into a wacky place. perhaps that's a reflection on people though. here is my supporting evidence:

[listening to ::: last night - the strokes]

one of the great things about festivals is being able to check out new music. the down side is that you hear all this great music, go home and get familiar with the tunes, fall in love, and then think, "dang! if only i knew this shit when i saw them!!!!" i just think the appreciation would be much greater.

case in point:

BLOC PARTY and INTERPOL at last year's SPLENDOUR. if i knew then, what i know now... fuckin' ayyyyyyyyye. and i think the same again for most of the acts at this years'. so annoying and yet so good.

do you ever walk into a public cubicle that has the toilet lid closed... and cross your fingers that when you flip the lid, it doesn't have a nasty streak and a floaty? sometimes, it's shut coz it's just been cleaned and hasn't been used yet. gold or shit. it's the toilet gamble!

ps. added a new section in my side-bar in case anyone gave a shit what i was listening to/downloading.

[listening to ::: long time coming - the zutons]

Friday night I'll raise my glass and say
"Tomorrow things will change! I can't afford to wait."
But by Monday morning my alarm clock knows
How this story goes and the ending's the same as the start

Another day, another night, another year
Another smile, another lie, another tear
This better not be all I got
I never thought I'd end up here

2 blogs per month. what a ridiculously fast decline from the days of hitting up the entries at 1 every coupla days.

hoping that my blog title rings true. it has rendered me retarded for most of my life. and has finally taken hold on my blog, too. oh, the shame.

i watched OPRAH the other day (yes, that is what it has come to) and they had a bunch of people diagnosed as HOARDERS. as in, don't-throw-anything-away-just-in-case-i-need-it-and-then-won't-i-be-sorry-and-thus-i-am-living-in-filth.

it appears as a form of OCD wherein they're such perfectionists, they don't want to start cleaning because when they do it, they want to do it right -- and since they can't do it right (they're perfectionists, remember?) they don't do it at all.

much the same with me. don't wanna start anything since i wanna do it right. makes for some good procrastinating. i wanna write the perfect blog, but i'll write it when i can sit down and draft something. i wanna have the perfect job, so i can't fathom doing something that's not related. i wanna live the perfect life. i wanna be the perfect person. and now i think, "m'eh... fuck it."

so here is my stepping stone. i'm going to start by trying to fill this piece of shit with exactly that. shit.

do what you want, there is no need to impress us.

SPLENDOUR? wicked. saw some great bands. didn't know too much about the lineup there, but took a lot home with me. including trashed, muddy shoes (which are still sitting in a plastic bag, in my un-packed bag. *coughs*hoarder*coughs*)

HOMEBAKE looks like a great line-up. will probably mosey down to that, too.

went to lunch on NORTON ST yesterday. saw a fuckin' hilarious sign. no photo as my phone is stuffed again, so it's back in the shop, for the 2nd time in just as many months. even the chalk-boards speak wog. here is my re-creation. fully.




We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all. - Andy Clark, The Breakfast Club