This is a funny Yellow Pages ad from Thailand. The plot summary: a celebrity gets rescued from a traffic accident by a handsome stranger. She wakes up in the hospital and wants to thank him personally but she doesn’t have his name or number. However she remembers his uniform and so, Yellow Pages to the rescue!
At the Armin van Buuren gig Friday, some punk asked Simon in a super-sarcastic way, “How old are you?!” Simon’s the same age as me (b. 1974, year of the tiger) and I’d like to state that if some of our favourite DJs are around our age, and are still spinning then we are not too old to party.
(Birth years gathered from their official sites and Wikipedia)
Incidentally, everyone on that list except for Eddie Halliwell is from the Netherlands. It must be something special in the water over there. And except for Tiësto – he last came to Australia in 2004 to Sydney/Melbourne, I’ve seen them all live here in Perth.
Spin spin sugar!
Clockwise from top left: Ferry Corsten, Eddie Halliwell, Armin van Buuren, Tiësto
Whilst pointing out a hot blonde woman to my dad at Ikea on the weekend (with my mom just next to us, woohoo!), I mentioned to him that one or two of my Chinese friends aren’t as excited about good looking Caucasian women as I am. He said, “They are missing out.” And then he also said something profound,
Beauty transcends race. If you truly appreciate beauty, you don’t even see the race.
On Friday night, Simon, Lydia and I headed out for Armin van Buuren’s “White Party” held at Metro City Perth.
And man, it was epic. A huge majority wore all-white outfits to fit the theme of “White Party”.
The music ranged from uplifting to hard-trance. Throughout his 4-hour set, Armin worked in a lot of dips and lows, bringing us up and down like a rollercoaster. The whole night was a rush.
Here are some photos of random punters.
‘Twas a very good night – and my feet were dead by the time 6am came along. More photos in my Flickr set.
And to finish off, here’s a 20-minute highlight clip of Armin’s set. Yes there’s a typo in the title. Fire it up!
Due to a supposed mental breakdown, Paris Hilton gets to go home after spending only 3 days of solitary confinement in jail. Life in prison was depressing – who would’ve thunk it? She has been ordered to wear an ankle bracelet for the remainder of her sentence and is technically under house-arrest.
I’m not totally surprised that she wouldn’t serve out her whole sentence in prison but wow. Going back home to her mansion and her servants is not house-arrest. Being able to take a hot shower in private, and watch TV or use the computer anytime that she wants is not house-arrest. Being able to laze around her pool drinking margaritas or pina-coladas is not house-arrest. Being able to have a party in her big house with her friends whilst being under “house-arrest” is not house-arrest!
The above is SO obvious (except maybe to the Sheriff’s department which made the decision to release her) that not surprisingly, both the judge and the prosecuting attorney are not happy about it.
Nicole Ritchie should learn Paris’ game plan if she goes to jail too. For her sake, if she goes she better go sooner rather than later because they might change the rules due to the precedent with Paris.
The following are from an old forwarded email from a while back. Much as I like to credit the source, I can’t. But they are funny. So here goes …
To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch. Women use scented, coloured stationary and they dot their “i’s” with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their”p’s” and “g’s”. It is a royal pain to read a note from woman. Even when she’s dumping you, she’ll put a smiley face at the end of the note. (Mooiness says: it’s true. Even though I is not sentimental, I once kept such a letter because it made my room smell good.)
A man has six items in his bathroom – a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from a Holiday Inn. The average number of items in the typical woman’s bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items. (Mooiness says: well eight actually – they left out the antiperspirant/deodorant and the $4 tub of el-cheapo hair-gel.)
Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place a part of the foreplay. (Mooiness says: hey, let’s not forget the taking off of clothes. That’s foreplay too.)
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. A man will dress up for weddings and funerals. (Mooiness says: And for dates number 1 to 3 with a new woman. If we get to date number 3 anyway.)
Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul, and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. (Mooiness says: Well I do my laundry at home, but everything else is true. If it passes the smell test, it’s good for another go. This applies to everything except underwear – I’m not that disgusting.)
Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours. (Mooiness says: I prefer face-to-face. Plus, mobile phone bills are expensive, yo!)
When a woman says she’ll be ready to go out in five more minutes, she’s using the same meaning of time as when a man says the football game’s just got five minutes left. Neither of them is counting time outs, commercials, or replays. (Mooiness says: Ladies, you can’t deny this. EVER.)
Disregarding the fact that women wear less during summer, I’d much prefer winter over summer mostly because I don’t like sweating from doing nothing. But during winter, my hands and feet get cold no matter how much I wear. Climate-controlled temperatures work for my body but not on the extremities. Having a space heater is good and all but it’s drying on the skin and it’s kinda bulky, especially around computers. So what’s a cold computer addict to do during winter?
USB warming thingies!
I’ve been reading Tokyomango and Gizmodo a lot and I have noticed there’s a lot of USB-powered warming devices available out there. Some are creative and some are very silly. I’ve picked out the top three devices that I would want for myself.
USB Heating Gloves for those cold clammy hands that can’t type for shit when they are cold and clammy (Gizmodo)
USB Heated Slippers for getting rid of cold feet – be careful when you get up and walk away! (Gizmodo)
USB Heating Hub for keeping your warm drinks warm (TokyoMango)