Happy Berfday T!

Trust you to always have D&Ms with me when plastered *grin*


To many more years of drunken debauchery together *MUAH*

I'm legal!

TADA! I'm a legal resident till 2011!

Three weeks is a long time to be apart from my passport. That's how long it took the Home Office to process my application from start to finish. Which isn't really that long, it's just painful not having my passport. I've grown really attached to it. Without my passport, I can't plan holidays. I wasn't even sure if I was going to get it back in time for my flight back to Sydney! Funny though, the Home Office is dang fast when it comes to money. They took 335 squids from my account the same day they received my application. That's a 335 squids non-refundable processing fee. That's how much it cost just to assess my paperwork. Wow. No wonder this country loves paperwork.

T was particularly evil. She opened my application and told me I needed to send in more evidence. Which only freaked me out because I had a dream last night that my application had been rejected for the same reason...

Oscars Roundup

It's been an intense past few weeks of movie watching for me. Here are my votes from the nominees:

Best Picture: I watched Babel, The Departed, and Little Miss Sunshine. I do have Letters from Iwo Jima, but unfortunately can't find the subtitles. Errr, to be honest, I didn't think much of the ones I watched. If I had to pick, I'd pick Babel. If nominations were up to me, I'd go for Pan's Labyrinth as Best Picture. Honestly, my fave movie for 2006. The Pale Man is the most imaginative creature I've seen in a long time. Trivia: The actor who played the Pale Man also played Pan, and was the only cast member who didn't speak Spanish. He had to learn his lines as well as Ofelia's because he couldn't hear properly out of his costume and had to know when to speak.

Best Actor: This is the only category where I've watched all the nominees - Leonardo in Blood Diamond, Ryan Gosling in Half Nelson, Peter O'Toole in Venus, Will Smith in Pursuit of Happyness and Forest Whitaker in Last King of Scotland. Without a doubt, Forest Whitaker. Nobody else could've done Idi Amin.

Best Foreign Film: Admittedly, I only watched Pan's Labyrinth and Das Leben from this category. Guess which one I'd pick :) Das Leben was interesting because it gave an insight to the German socialist era, but a tad on the slow and predictive side.

Best Adapted Screenplay: Borat, Children of Men, The Departed, Little Children and Notes on a Scandal (I didn't watch it). Borat for sure! *lol* Personally, I don't understand all the fuss about Children of Men. I've seen better apocolyptic themed movies.

Best Documentary Feature: I could only get Jesus Camp and An Incovenient Truth. After watching An Inconvenient Truth, Al Gore has my respect. This guy should've been the President of the United States. Not the total douche bag that's in in place now. It would've been a different world. Jesus Camp wasn't bad as a documentary, but I liked An Inconvenient Truth better.

Best Cinematography: Nominees are The Black Dahlia, Children of Men, The Illusionist, Pan's Labyrinth and The Prestige. I'd give it to Pan's Labyrinth. Trivia: Pan's legs are actually real in the movie. They're mechanical and not CGI, which made it that much more realistic and believable. The actor's real legs were digitally erased later on. I couldn't finish watching the Black Dahlia, boooring...

Best Film Editing: Out of Babel, Blood Diamond, Children of Men and The Departed, I'd vote for Babel. Although I didn't like the movie, I'm willing to say that it was well directed and well edited. The scene switching between cities was pretty seamless.

Ones Worth Watching IMHO: Blood Diamond, Last King of Scotland, The Prestige, An Inconvenient Truth and of course, Pan's Labyrinth. Curse of the Golden Flower was surprisingly not nominated for Best Cinematography. Instead it was nominated for Best Costume Design. I think it's worth watching it on the big screen. It was _made_ for the big screen.

Welcome...

When you're 18, I hope I'm still hip and cool enough to be your favourite aunt :)

At the very least, I'm pulling out this blog entry, putting it into a powerpoint presentation and showing it to your friends at your 21st :P

USD$45,000,000

... will get you a lot of oriental boobies on film:

My first thought was, how many boobies does the Emperor of China need?!? But these are actually boobies that belong to the Empress. They're her servants! This movie's probably worth watching at the cinema, just to appreciate the gawdy cinematography of it all. 45 million bux0rz goes a looooong way in China. And of course, there's plenty of oriental boobies if you like that sort of stuff (even the Empress' are out there).

Golden Piggy

Gung Hei Fat Choi!

(It's like they ripped off the Cat's head and simply replaced it with a Pig's! If you look closely, the beckoning limb still looks like a cat's claw instead of a pig's hoof)

I headed out to Trafalgar Square to check out the Rondon celebrations... Errr, loads of tourists, some acrobatics and some orientals-ripping-off-tourists stalls *grin* Not much of a Chinese New Year feel *shrug* At least there's _some_ event to mark the occasion.

Apparently this is a very auspicious year for newborn babies. Once every 60 years, the zodiac year of the Pig coincides with the Gold element. Hence, the Golden Piggy! Babies born this year are meant to be blessed with fortune and prosperity. Which explains why women in China were rushing to get laid last year :P

Jesus Camp

I am really really interested to hear what my religious friends have to say about Jesus Camp. Erm, I think I have some religious friends left in my life *grin* Well, at least they're non-invasive about their choices.This documentary, just scares me. If you're looking for a *whisper* torrent, go here. If you don't know what a *whisper* torrent is, go here.

Tell me you don't think it's crazy that kids in America are being told:
- "... summers in the United States over the past few years have been very warm. As a result, global warming must be real. What's wrong with this reasoning?"
- "If you look at creationism, you realise it's the only possible answer to all the questions"
- "Science doesn't prove anything, and it's really interesting when you look at it that way"
- "Let me say something about Harry Potter, warlocks are enemies of god!"
- "The devil goes after the young!"

Errrr.... Oookay. So many things, just _so_ wrong. These kids, are not normal kids. These kids have no soul of their own. These kids, range from about 5 to 12 years old.

Don't get me wrong, everyone needs something to believe in. But I say, let kids be kids and find out for themselves. I was brought up a Buddhist. Sent to a Methodist school. Active participant in ancestor worship. Joined the Good News Bible club. And I still go to the temple with my parents on the rare occasion. Throughout my childhood, my parents let me decide and I turned out fine. Even though I was close to flunking Physics and Chemistry (I was a bad oriental), I'd still take Science anyday over religion. Actually, if there was a pot-smoking, pr0n watching, pleasure giving deity that liked to visit maidens in their sleep - that's the one I'd go for. Did I mention a French accent? I'd go for one with a French accent.

Here's what the really fat lady preacher (what happened to avoiding Gluttony?) prayed for before the camp started:

"In Jesus' name, no microphone problems"

Wtf? How about, in Jesus' name:
- Stop the fcking genocide in Dafur
- Stop the destruction in countries like Iraq and Lebanon
- Stop worldwide hunger, poverty and homelessness
- Find a cure for AIDS and cancer
- Stop Big Brother and Rove from airing ever again

"Microphone problems"?!? Jesus has bigger problems to review if you ask me.

I'm sorry. Watch the documentary. I have to go cleanse myself and perform the ritual of autoeroticism now.

A Valentines Day Msg

HW, this post is dedicated to you...

Guys, I know we chix0rz say that we're not the romantic type and it doesn't really matter. BUT... we're liars! Romance doesn't matter MOST of the time. But trust me when I say that all chix0rz have the same complaint. That guys, just take it for granted and don't make any effort AT ALL. What we want, now and then, we're not asking for all the time (we realise that's an impossibility with the male species), is:
- An organised date.
- A date where the girl doesn't have to think about anything
- The GUY calls for the cab to the restaurant, the waiter, we tell them what we want to eat and YOU order, the choosing of the wine, the calling of the bill, the cab home.... ROMANCE. That's what wining and dining is all about. And you know the "Wine Me, Dine Me" saying, so you get your returns at the end of the night :P
- Special request from a gf: Flowers just because. Not because you've screwed up. Because you're thinking of us and think we deserve flowers sent to work. Of course it makes us look good infront of our colleagues. BUT of course we're bragging about what a great boyfriend we have too! One that thinks of us all the time! Works both ways buddy.

Is it that hard? Do you realise how much effort chix0rz put in to looking fantastic for you?!? I've officially started a survey. Do guys prefer bush or no bush? 100% so far have voted for NO BUSH. Do you realise the pain, humiliation and effort that goes into no bush? It's not like you guys do the same thing for us :P Yet there's more reason for YOU to do it. It makes it look bigger after all :P

To all those guys out there who are "committed". I'm doing you a favour. Your gfs don't mention these facts to you because:
- We WANT YOU to think of the romance idea by yourselves! Otherwise, it's just not romantic if we have to TELL YOU.
- We WANT YOU to show initiative.
- Saying "I love you" is simply superficial. It's an easy escape. The first time is hardest, and means the mostest. But after that? SHOW IT.

Seriously, you should thank me for this :P Follow through and we'll give you what you want.

Errr, if I've offended any chix0rz, sorry :P

Another snowy post

Eventually I'll tire of it, but in the meantime, it's still a novelty :) So I decided to walk to work in the snow (waaaah!) this morning. Then I discovered my beanie with earflaps isn't warm enough. My head started to hurt. I kept going. Then I discovered my gloves weren't warm enough either. My finger started getting cold from holding the umbrella. I stormed on. Then my freshly dry-cleaned TROUSERS started getting wet at the cuffs. Meh. Then my feet started feeling icily soggy. My sneakers were letting in water from the slush!!! That's when I packed it in, and waited for a bus. Brrr... lucky I have my own personal heater at work. I dried out my soggy sneakers and socks with it.

Side note: I walked into the office telling everyone "my pants got wet". Middle-aged men started laughing at me. Never say "pants", that's short for UNDERpants. Dang Engrish.

Here's what Rondon looks like on a normal day. You can even see the Eye:

Here's what Rondon looked like today:

It doesn't feel like home yet

It's been 9 months. Long enough to incubate a baby. Surely that's long enough to make myself feel at home? Mmm, not quite. I'm settled (that took 8 months), but Rondon, doesn't feel like home yet. Apart from the odd clothing item and necessities I've had to buy, the only asset I have at the moment is:
*drum roll*
A sieve.

Yup. It cost me 7 squiddies as well! I needed it to strain my chestnut veloute. Anyways, that's all I own.

Part of the odd feeling comes from this apartment. It's a great place in a great location, but... something's out of place. I guess it's different when you're renting in Rondon. Most places here come furnished. Which is a good thing, as it means I haven't had to spend a squid on furniture or bedding. It's also a bad thing, because it feels like I'm living in a stranger's home. Nothing here is personalised. The ugly pink flowery couch reminds me of that everytime I walk into the living room.

The last time I moved out, I made C get a herb garden (which I promptly killed while he was away), and I got myself a pot plant (which is probably dead by now too). I had a lush red velvety couch. I still miss my futon. We ate out on the balcony on our naff aluminium outdoor furniture. I had a painting T gave me up on the wall. Everything was familiar and I felt at home. To be honest though, this feeling, is also partly my own fault. Having lugged my crap around town about 4 times since I've landed, I'm too scared to buy anything decorative *grin* It's my new minimalist approach. I managed to walk through IKEA for 3 hours without making a single purchase. Apart from Swedish meatballs.

So it got me thinking of what I could add to this place. I was thinking of investing in a nice piece of art... but there are no hooks on my walls :( D'oh.

Speaking of incubating babies, this one is just about ready to pop out :) Meet my future niece/nephew. Due in about 15 days! This was taken about 5 months ago.

Before anyone asks, NO, this isn't cute enough to make me want my own :P

#1: Paul van Dyk

To be honest, I didn't enjoy the night. Firstly, I've never had to turn up at a club at 1030pm and wait approximately 4 hours for a DJ before. Why turn up so early? Because the club was intending to squish as many humanoids into the small space as possible, and this was their way of making sure members got in before the plebs. Secondly, too many retards. I've always been clubbing for the music. It's too hard to enjoy the music when people are constantly stepping on my feet. Or I'm too squished in to dance. Or at my height, all I see infront of me is some guy's beefcake back. Or I'm always on the lookout for flying elbows and retards with lit cigarettes. It's really really disappointing when I hear a tune I love being played but... just can't dance or enjoy it properly. Great to see PvD... But, I think I'll avoid the big gigs at Turnmills from now on. It's just too hard.

Why did I go? You know who you are :P I paid the price. Today, my mucous has transformed from yellow to green and I've lost my voice.

Here's the obligatory DJ pic :) Looks like PvD's balding tho!!!