On the second last night that I was in Sydney, I went out with my two best friends from Perth Brenjane (BJ) and Thamanoon, and Adeline (Adi). Adi and BJ are friends since high school and I also got to know her from a few years back.
Tham made reservations at Hurricane Grill and Bar at Bondi Beach, a place he said that served really good ribs. Reservations were definitely a good idea as there was a queue from the time we got there till we finished our meals an hour and a half later.
When eating ribs, it’s difficult to look mature.
This was BJ’s idea. Heh.
After dinner, we were gonna go to Ravesi but thought it was too noisy.
Instead, we ended up at The Beach Road Hotel.
There were a lot more space here and we could hear ourselves talking. It was perfect for our catching up. The three Sydneysiders haven’t seen each other for a while too. Funny how it takes an outsider to have people gather around.
We had two rounds of drinks and called it a night, it being a weeknight afterall. The next night we would be heading to the Opera Bar at Circular Quoy where the views were fantastic whether they be natural, man-made or human. Woohoo!
I have a question though: if one was to snort coke in a public toilet, and not that I would know anything about it *ahem*, why would you snort it off the toilet seat instead of on top of the cistern?
Someone stumbled onto my blog using the search terms “kennysia plagiarism”. My curiousity was piqued and I followed the link to some Google search results. From there I got to Google’s cached results of Kenny’s blog feed (here and here). And this was what I saw:
Nah I’m not pissed. But I am amused by the fact that a so-called blogebrity (at least around Singapore and Malaysia anyway) would retort by picking on the obvious. Yeah, I wear glasses. How does this help your argument dude?
That only tells me he couldn’t do it by arguing logically. Yeah, boyyyy.
To be fair to him, he decided against leaving this up and had edited his post. Alas, he didn’t take it down fast enough before Google cached it. Woops. Don’t want people to see it? Then don’t send it out into the ether like an idiot who lets his emotions get the better of him.
A few days after Shane’s wedding, some of the clan who were still in Sydney headed to Cabramatta for the day. My maternal grandparents’ ashes are interred at a temple there. A trip to “Little Vietnam” is always accompanied by pho for lunch.
Once at the temple, we first placed our offerings at the altar in front of the name plaques. We brought Krispy Kreme donuts that day - my grandparents loved their sweets.
We then went to the main temple to pray to the Buddhas.
Some of us also tried out the fortune-telling by tossing sticks. You’d shake a wooden container filled with sticks that had symbols and numbers etched on them, until one of them falls out. You then had that stick interpreted by the fortune teller, according to what area in your life you wanted to know about.
Yvonne obviously had a good fortune told. I wonder what did she ask about?
Some of the group were flying back home that day. It was a good note to end the trip for them. I know I had fun.
Perth has been going through a mini-heatwave the past few days - we have had 3 days without the *minimum* temperature dipping below 30C and with maximums hovering around 38-40C. Fucking hot I tell ya. Brain energy and creativity is at an all time low. I can’t be expected to be drinking and ogling at pretty girls AND blog at the same time.
So I’m cheating and pointing you to Steph’s chronicles of riding on the Sydney buses due to her crippled condition - physically only mind you, because mentally she’s still as sick as ever. Hee hee.
Being a regular bus commuter now, (because clearly, the roads are not safe with me on them), I’ve noticed an interesting phenomenon.
Generally, it’s the same people who get on at the same bus stops every morning, and nine times out of ten they sit in exactly the same seats every day.
So being the easily amused biatch that I am, I thought I’d mix it up a bit for them, you know, mess with their heads a little. I decided I would sit in the regular seats of the people who get on after me.
Read the rest of her post for the results of her little experiment.
My favourite action actor/director duo, John Woo and Chow Yun-Fat hasn’t made a movie together in ages. The last one being “Hard Boiled” in 1992. They’ve now continued that story, not in a movie but in a video-game called “Stranglehold“, coming out on PS3, Xbox 360 and the PC.
This is the promo trailer (1:35 min). It made me giddy. Call me a sucker but I’m definitely getting this when it comes out.
This is the gameplay trailer (7:38 min), with the lead game designer giving commentary. Love the “Tequila Bomb” special attacks. Woohoo!
Pretty girls don’t fart.
Pretty girls don’t do #2’s. Even if they do, theirs don’t stink.
Pretty girls don’t have to watch what they eat.
Pretty girls only have hair in two places, where it matters. Or one if you like the bare porn star look.
Pretty girls are better at sex.
Pretty girls look like that all the time.
Pretty girls are nicer than you because they are pretty.
Pretty girls are always happy because they are always so pretty.
Pretty girls always have good luck, especially with men.
Pretty girls have rich men who love them for their personalities.
Pretty girls are not normal people. But they are still people, just like you and me. Nothing to be afraid of, and nothing to be intimidated about. And there are plenty of them. If you must have a pretty girl, find one who’d treat you right, even as she rejects you.
Best is if she doesn’t know that she’s pretty at all.
