the ex-beauty ed'tor formerly known as goh
and former star reporter in tow
are leading the way in the latest penpadandthinkingcap fad
they are winning advocates, as ben lee put it, to catch my disease
no, i haven't succumb. yet.
but i write to tell of the boy's everynowandthen amazing oneliners (for the alex's who love 'em anyway):
lemme get this straight - you want to willingly write 50,000 more words when you're done with your assignments*? [insert confused wombat look]
hmm. come to think of it, i guess you have to SEE and HEAR HOW he says it.
*background: 6 in all, totalling about 8000 words + 3 extensive flowcharts + a hell of a lot of research, in under two weeks
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
someone slap me
three down, three to go.
in time for monday, that is.
5000 words later to make it to bondi.
if i make it.
all living creatures who value life, stay away.
in time for monday, that is.
5000 words later to make it to bondi.
if i make it.
all living creatures who value life, stay away.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
your fault your fault your fault
the show's first-class act is gone. you wanting shocking, you got shocking. now i hope y'all had your fun and bleeding KICK ALL THE MALES OUTS ALREADY! vote dammit.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
food for thought
back to the topic of choice. some little while back, a fellow food-and-cookin' fan and i had a go watching BBC's 50 things to eat before you die hosted by the ever-animated Ainsley Harriot. now i won't uncover the lid to THE thing voters pick amongst the comforting, exotic, or winning foods (the question is, can you guess?? be warned - clicking the link reveals the answer), but i had a think about what i would have liked dished out to me for the very last time. and it occured to me, slick as a back of a wok, that...
when it boils down to it, i don't know that walloping is the way to go on my way out. i can think of a couple or three other more transcending things i'd rather do as final activity. and i much doubt they come served on a dish. or do they?
but so as not to scar the young, if eating [ food ;P ] weren't the last last thing i did but i could still pick the last thing i were to, i'd have to say i'd choose soup.
see now, my well hidden [cuz i dress good] pouch didn't come without my fair share of work. i had to earn it okay! so from the tender age i could live on solids, i turned my nose up to vast amounts of food [not to the food, to vast amounts] and slurped my way into bellyheaven. lotus root, white radish, red wine, herbal, you name it, i drank it. except maybe the sei keok sehh [direct translation being "four legged snake" for iguana - really, i can't decide which is worse] and "chicken" [try AND the deliberately left unmentioned dried frog and seahorse] ones i was forced at canepoint into swallowing and will forevermore remain traumatised from.
those sucky exceptions aside, soup is definitely a worthy* choice. particularly any asian variety. just think tomyum, shark fin, kambing, szechuan, laksa... gimme any one of 'em and i'll bow out steamin'!
*the case for soup, OR the top thought on soup
1. not jelak-ing like fried or oily foods
1. not sickly like sweet foods (where drink is usually a necessary accompaniment)
1. not literally bulking like carbo, which can lead to the uncomfortable "stuffed" dilemma
1. can contain all sorts of yummy bits like meat or seafood or veggies
1. can be eaten with noodles or rice, for those who must have carbo
1. served piping hot yippidyyay
1. you won't die thirsty
1. caresses the throat
1. be gone energy-draining, tiresome chewing, oh my dying jaw
1. soup is a sexy food
1. doesn't leave annoying bits behind between teeth
1. your tongue can savour all the wonderousness of soup at the same one time (none of that front salty-back bitter crap no more)
i want it that way
now you know i will always have a soft spot for the backstreetboys, compliments of my 14 year old self some many years ago. woe was me when i thought they would never come up with new stuff for my nostalgia-entertaimnent-pleasure again. until this.
for me, they remain the unchallenged favourite stillnotfirmperhapsneverwillbestomachcrunching-exercise music.
for me, they remain the unchallenged favourite stillnotfirmperhapsneverwillbestomachcrunching-exercise music.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
better than never
red eye
but i was definitely seeing blue ones. cold chilling blue eyes.
it was thrilling for what it was - more shocksensory moments than anything - but i guess i can't go about expecting horror from a thriller hey.
can't complain i suppose. accomplished what *koff* who i went to see it for. a certain mcadams i won't name. well, not the first name then.
ps. you know how that what'shisnameagain actor who played norman bates in hitchcock's psycho was so damn good as the madman that directors everywhere wouldn't cast him in any other movie after because they all saw the face of norman bates and so anthony perkins' that's his name talent became his curse really. damn i'm ranting. what i wanted to say was: you think blue eyes will ever get in the way?
charlie & the chocolate factory
love love loved the indian movie scenes! how ticklegiggle was that?
didn't really like the linking back to bad childhood memories stunt on the count that it made for a character unlike what i imagine.
but yeah, look out for ubercool moves and bright pvc outfits!
must love dogs
firstly i'm biased cuz diane lane rocks.
secondly i'm biased cuz i love dogs (though a lil too gimmicky and not enough dog scenes).
thirdly there's john cussack which is a good thing.
it's believable, it's real. makes you want to laugh cry appreciate hope and all the mushygushy feelings in between.
alien vs predator
don't sending me packing yet. i'm as much stunned as you. fell victim - again - to T's notsoclever idea to watch this. so being the nice person i am, downloaded and surprised the one who's been wanting to see this since i was so lucky to still be in my first degree.
bahh.
it didn't even have the decency to be scary.
(to his credit, he [ok and partofme] was sucked into it being conned seeing it on some wideassscreen with killer surround system at the electronics department at myer)
40 year old virgin
lots of swearing, but if you aren't bothered,
it was pretty fuuny.
too bad it wasn't knock my socks off funny.
but i was definitely seeing blue ones. cold chilling blue eyes.
it was thrilling for what it was - more shocksensory moments than anything - but i guess i can't go about expecting horror from a thriller hey.
can't complain i suppose. accomplished what *koff* who i went to see it for. a certain mcadams i won't name. well, not the first name then.
ps. you know how that what'shisnameagain actor who played norman bates in hitchcock's psycho was so damn good as the madman that directors everywhere wouldn't cast him in any other movie after because they all saw the face of norman bates and so anthony perkins' that's his name talent became his curse really. damn i'm ranting. what i wanted to say was: you think blue eyes will ever get in the way?
charlie & the chocolate factory
love love loved the indian movie scenes! how ticklegiggle was that?
didn't really like the linking back to bad childhood memories stunt on the count that it made for a character unlike what i imagine.
but yeah, look out for ubercool moves and bright pvc outfits!
must love dogs
firstly i'm biased cuz diane lane rocks.
secondly i'm biased cuz i love dogs (though a lil too gimmicky and not enough dog scenes).
thirdly there's john cussack which is a good thing.
it's believable, it's real. makes you want to laugh cry appreciate hope and all the mushygushy feelings in between.
alien vs predator
don't sending me packing yet. i'm as much stunned as you. fell victim - again - to T's notsoclever idea to watch this. so being the nice person i am, downloaded and surprised the one who's been wanting to see this since i was so lucky to still be in my first degree.
bahh.
it didn't even have the decency to be scary.
(to his credit, he [ok and partofme] was sucked into it being conned seeing it on some wideassscreen with killer surround system at the electronics department at myer)
40 year old virgin
lots of swearing, but if you aren't bothered,
it was pretty fuuny.
too bad it wasn't knock my socks off funny.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
tippatytap
they were so good i smiled my cheeks pain in a perpectual open-mouthed grin good but for facial muscles i didn't know i had. but man oh man did they go! special mention must be made for the eeneyweeneyteeny kiddos - too cute for words!
hat off to the band also for the groovin' to the movin' and to wickid force for some wicked wicked force.
hat off to the band also for the groovin' to the movin' and to wickid force for some wicked wicked force.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
the girl in the mortar board
i actually had an entire host of VERY INCRIMINATING PHOTOS of ms cheam, but i shall spare her --- this time. champagne and carviar ange! to celebrate *koff* you of course! ;D
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
wake me from this cloying daze
strap me in blinders
has anyone ever noticed how under the sauve umbrella of the shiny big band, you can get away with just about anything?
the cheeky become cheeky with class
the sensual, classily sensual
the sleazey, charmingly sleazey yeah sure dirtbag but oh so charming
the wretched, so so wretched so so dignified, so tastefully distraught
if life were a glitzy song...
----
the case for the analog camera
to leave to fate, let go some control
to be deliciously paranoid, take another four
to be surprised, shocked, mesmerised, stunned
to live with content - mess, rest, think less
to catch the spur, not architect fiction
there is something strangely satsifying
loading
captur'ing
rewinding
developing
because i love them tangible
and because, after awhile
the knowledge of digital prints i could but never make
is not enough
like sex on the kitchen floor that never was
----
wicked humour
someone knock me senseless
i'm extending the invitation
----
a case of MaLing spam
which, from the can, comes cylindrical
cut in half, then slice rainbowstyle
or carve manysized rectanglestyle
the first, so seems, fair slice for all
the last, better fit in sandwichpaws
----
carte blanche
so insists man
who chose also
clove cleft and cleaved
the past, he thinks, to be for cleave
for split divide
sever'd by axe or butcher's knife
but wait -
stand by
hold up
sit tight
cleave to i say
stick fast
stick tight
adhere attach
that's right - abide
hold on hold on
with all your might
yes i say
the clove tis true
are bulbs which stick
to make it one, and make it big
the cloven hoof despite - no trick
a foot that's split -
confusing, how sick
has anyone ever noticed how under the sauve umbrella of the shiny big band, you can get away with just about anything?
the cheeky become cheeky with class
the sensual, classily sensual
the sleazey, charmingly sleazey yeah sure dirtbag but oh so charming
the wretched, so so wretched so so dignified, so tastefully distraught
if life were a glitzy song...
----
the case for the analog camera
to leave to fate, let go some control
to be deliciously paranoid, take another four
to be surprised, shocked, mesmerised, stunned
to live with content - mess, rest, think less
to catch the spur, not architect fiction
there is something strangely satsifying
loading
captur'ing
rewinding
developing
because i love them tangible
and because, after awhile
the knowledge of digital prints i could but never make
is not enough
like sex on the kitchen floor that never was
----
wicked humour
someone knock me senseless
i'm extending the invitation
----
a case of MaLing spam
which, from the can, comes cylindrical
cut in half, then slice rainbowstyle
or carve manysized rectanglestyle
the first, so seems, fair slice for all
the last, better fit in sandwichpaws
----
carte blanche
so insists man
who chose also
clove cleft and cleaved
the past, he thinks, to be for cleave
for split divide
sever'd by axe or butcher's knife
but wait -
stand by
hold up
sit tight
cleave to i say
stick fast
stick tight
adhere attach
that's right - abide
hold on hold on
with all your might
yes i say
the clove tis true
are bulbs which stick
to make it one, and make it big
the cloven hoof despite - no trick
a foot that's split -
confusing, how sick
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Friday, October 07, 2005
yap yap yap
the things we miss at night
was one of those times the tv was on for background noise. and me largely ignoring it.
and then there was Stripperella. yep, you read right. who she? oh just some half-stripper, half-secret agent endowed just short of tipping over. but then, who am i to know, right? i'm sure she has the superb capabilities of balancing her generous porportions with her superhuman flexibility, as she takes every opportunity to show. how or what she stretched, i leave to your imagination.
what happens that episode? her trusty lab rats come up with nipple cutters to um cut with nipples. and her mission? to stop the evil Queen Clitoris who launches a rampage against men from her hidden island hideout. righht. and then - featuring the voice of pam anderson. ahhhh. it all makes sense now. i think.
and then there was Stripperella. yep, you read right. who she? oh just some half-stripper, half-secret agent endowed just short of tipping over. but then, who am i to know, right? i'm sure she has the superb capabilities of balancing her generous porportions with her superhuman flexibility, as she takes every opportunity to show. how or what she stretched, i leave to your imagination.
what happens that episode? her trusty lab rats come up with nipple cutters to um cut with nipples. and her mission? to stop the evil Queen Clitoris who launches a rampage against men from her hidden island hideout. righht. and then - featuring the voice of pam anderson. ahhhh. it all makes sense now. i think.
idol fever
but fever is not a good thing. not when they stink as such.
mark's always copping hostility for the things he says. but i so get him. everyone's cruising, no one's feeling. it's like public karaoke, nothing more. actually, it's not even that with some. why can't they bloody just mean the songs they sing??
yes i get they feel the sting when it comes, and i get they can only react to defend themselves when put on the spot. but days after, having had time to think through, reassess performances (or the sore lack of), surely surely the best thing they can come up with is not their continually repeating whiny renditions of we're doin the best we can and that's it, is it? shocking. and on IDOL'S CHOICE!!!
in a twist of ironies, daniel and milly, the 2nd and 3rd bottom three, are the only two to have the faintest clue as to what big band, next week's theme, is. like what the?!?!!
anne said, in effect, oh and now i know that that big violin thing is not a big violin but a *long pause* double bass. now you know i like anne, but this.
on a side, i've never cheered at a verdict show. you know me, the crybaby side kicks in. (i don't cry cry laaa. but it's damn chikek) that is, until now. why in the oompaloompa do the judges like roxy? i just. don't. get it. her mousey lil voice doin christina's voice within was GOOD??? even a nincompoop knows you can't compare a scooter *bob bob bob bob* and a harvey *vrooom VROOOM*- it's wrong any angle you look at it. perhaps her potential for growth was enormous (i don't see it) and hence the point where she is from where she's come from is something they see (what is it??), rather than callea, who was that much there already, so that his growth potential was limited and resulting in an overall hard time from the judges *pant* BUT STILL. all three judges cheered her on, and every other (better) competitor got ragged by at least one of the lot. on pure instinct, i punched the air when they announced her name. half a second later, i was wishing - as usual - it didn't have to be so hard on each contestant, despite (and that daniel shoulda gone instead - what was that).
i know i know, it's only chikek because.
mark's always copping hostility for the things he says. but i so get him. everyone's cruising, no one's feeling. it's like public karaoke, nothing more. actually, it's not even that with some. why can't they bloody just mean the songs they sing??
yes i get they feel the sting when it comes, and i get they can only react to defend themselves when put on the spot. but days after, having had time to think through, reassess performances (or the sore lack of), surely surely the best thing they can come up with is not their continually repeating whiny renditions of we're doin the best we can and that's it, is it? shocking. and on IDOL'S CHOICE!!!
in a twist of ironies, daniel and milly, the 2nd and 3rd bottom three, are the only two to have the faintest clue as to what big band, next week's theme, is. like what the?!?!!
anne said, in effect, oh and now i know that that big violin thing is not a big violin but a *long pause* double bass. now you know i like anne, but this.
on a side, i've never cheered at a verdict show. you know me, the crybaby side kicks in. (i don't cry cry laaa. but it's damn chikek) that is, until now. why in the oompaloompa do the judges like roxy? i just. don't. get it. her mousey lil voice doin christina's voice within was GOOD??? even a nincompoop knows you can't compare a scooter *bob bob bob bob* and a harvey *vrooom VROOOM*- it's wrong any angle you look at it. perhaps her potential for growth was enormous (i don't see it) and hence the point where she is from where she's come from is something they see (what is it??), rather than callea, who was that much there already, so that his growth potential was limited and resulting in an overall hard time from the judges *pant* BUT STILL. all three judges cheered her on, and every other (better) competitor got ragged by at least one of the lot. on pure instinct, i punched the air when they announced her name. half a second later, i was wishing - as usual - it didn't have to be so hard on each contestant, despite (and that daniel shoulda gone instead - what was that).
i know i know, it's only chikek because.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
tag, i'm it
thanks we-ki you doofus; here's my improvised version - i've altered/patchworked versions to suit myself muahaha
8 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE
1. scubadive
2. get plane license
3. learn to horseride
4. write and publish prose/poetry
5. learn other languages
6. learn the sax
7. travel
8. this one's secret
8 CELEBRITIES I'M INTRIGUED BY
1. ange jolie
2. winona
3. diane lane
4. gere
5. connery
6. roald dahl
7. nigella lawson
8. jamie oliver
8 OFT REPEATED WORDS/PHRASES
1. but but
2. oh shit
3. wor (why like that wor, how come wor, you get the idea)
4. eleh (sound for showoff!)
5. what the hell
6. *whinesulkpoutgruntgrowl* sounds, or any of that variation
7. the rest are um censored
8. see above
8 TRAITS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT ME
1. talk to myself
2. collect books
3. love food (sweet, savory & liquid) - cooking, learning abt, sampling, pigging out on, etc
4. artistically anal; selectively perfectionist
5. love babies and kids
6. love dogs (and animals in general)
7. love the sea and sea activities
8. enjoy good choreography
i'm tagging jody, alex, dave, serena, liz, lisa, isaac, chuyaw (hah. no more excuse boy)
8 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE
1. scubadive
2. get plane license
3. learn to horseride
4. write and publish prose/poetry
5. learn other languages
6. learn the sax
7. travel
8. this one's secret
8 CELEBRITIES I'M INTRIGUED BY
1. ange jolie
2. winona
3. diane lane
4. gere
5. connery
6. roald dahl
7. nigella lawson
8. jamie oliver
8 OFT REPEATED WORDS/PHRASES
1. but but
2. oh shit
3. wor (why like that wor, how come wor, you get the idea)
4. eleh (sound for showoff!)
5. what the hell
6. *whinesulkpoutgruntgrowl* sounds, or any of that variation
7. the rest are um censored
8. see above
8 TRAITS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT ME
1. talk to myself
2. collect books
3. love food (sweet, savory & liquid) - cooking, learning abt, sampling, pigging out on, etc
4. artistically anal; selectively perfectionist
5. love babies and kids
6. love dogs (and animals in general)
7. love the sea and sea activities
8. enjoy good choreography
i'm tagging jody, alex, dave, serena, liz, lisa, isaac, chuyaw (hah. no more excuse boy)
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
which be your favourite of the 7 deadly sins
gluttony anyone?
start off with a giant entree - who said sweets were strictly dessert?
mafia & gutbucket
ooh yeahh
kokobaybah!
*burrp*
healthy afterchococoffee glow
then ze cooks masak-masaked up a ribut:
charred capsicum - peel the skin off like a banana 
sweet steaming flesh awaits within 
succulent chops caramelised onions 
luxious serves of creamymash
add one serve spears grilled tomato sweet potato (not pictured) 
mmMmmm 
oh what a mea-- *BURRP* 
but because drinks belong to an entirely different compartment of the stomach... 
we get liquid happy!so for a healthy start the next morn - ok arvo
a salad making eating fest ensures
tender marinated pan fried chicken breast and prosciutto on a bed of rocket cherry tomatoes olives grilled zucchini + eggplant topped with crisp red onion for bite!
oh me oh my
all this not counting visits to pacific house roast duck five spice deep fried chicken ribs seafood tofu hotpot max brenner hot orange peel dark chocs stalactites dips pita meat platter homecooked steamboat lygon food store lavazza coffee flourless lemon cake *dies* so on so forth
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