What you are seeing in the clip above: a couple arguing, with the woman pointing at the man with a shoe, and then hitting him multiple times in the groin with it.
Maybe the guy deserves the woman’s anger. Maybe he even deserves being hit for whatever it is that he’s said or done. But her hitting him multiple times in the groin tells me that the woman doesn’t respect him as a man. And when your woman doesn’t care about your dignity as a man anymore, you’ve been emasculated. And if you’ve been emasculated, why do you still want to be with her?
So guy, if I can still call you that, run and don’t look back!
p.s. If you are still not convinced a woman like that is not good for you …
Over the years Perth has been lucky enough to have been graced with some big names in the dance music world: Armin van Buuren on multiple occasions, Daft Punk, Paul van Dyk and the yearly Godskitchen events.
But the one act who has never performed here before is Dutch DJ Tiesto. So you can imagine my excitement when it was announced that he will be coming here for 2 nights in February 2010. Squeee! And hence the reason for this truck-load of Youtube clips below.
To give you an idea what got me hooked onto his sound a few years back, here’s his collaboration with American DJ BT, “Love Comes Again”.
His awesome banger “Traffic”.
And his interpretation of “Adagio for Strings”.
These days he’s exploring the sounds beyond trance and venturing into more housey beats, like this remix of Calvin Harris’ “I’m Not Alone”.
And this thumping remix of Tegan & Sara’s “Back In Your Head”.
And a remix of Bloc Party’s “One More Chance”.
I’ve heard two of his newer songs that will be on his latest album “Kaleidoscope” called “Feel It In My Bones” with Tegan & Sara, and “I’ll Be Here” with Sneaky Sound System which are a bit too mellow for me to dance to. Nonetheless, I hope they only serve as a precursor to the truly rocking stuff later in the night. Can’t wait!
Which is why I took tomorrow off so I can jump online and get the tix at 7am sharp! Hahah! Woohoo!
The funds have been transferred to the settlement agent and I’m now a proud owner of a plot of dirt! Well technically, the bank owns the land because they are holding on to the title of the land, but yay me!
I’ve learnt some valuable lessons about the process. Firstly, all the agents involved from the real-estate agent, the mortgage broker, to the settlement agent (the one that collects the money for the real-estate agent) – why is there a need for such an agent?! – will assume that you know what you are doing. They will advise you to a certain extent but you are expected to know more, especially the things that are deemed common-sense to them. That is, they will assume that you do this on a daily basis.
So my advice is to be a total pain in the ass and ask as many questions that you can possibly think of, and call and email them frequently as long as it’s business hours. I wasn’t a pain in the ass and as a result, I was unnecessarily stressed out a lot rushing to meet this deadline and that filling out forms and transferring money between banks and accounts.
Second, any time there’s money involved between people, you are going to have a lot of arguments. In my case, it was with my parents. They chipped in for the deposit for the land so it is expected that they be anxious that I don’t fuck it up and thus causing them to lose the deposit or having to pay additional fees.
A lot of arguments were had about why am I not chasing up after such and such, when I didn’t even know what “such and such” was and why were they important. Argh! On many of these occasions, I was so tempted to yell out, “Buying this piece of land was YOUR idea!” But I just bit my tongue, sucked it up and stormed off. Hah!
I’m very glad that it is now over. But the next phase of stress begins: I better not get fired.
Here’s the setup: inattentive bad listener of a girlfriend does not realise that her boyfriend will be going to Europe for 2 weeks, even when told repeatedly. Boyfriend leaves for Europe but left his phone off because he didn’t want to pay high roaming charges. Then why bring his phone, you asked? That point is not important to the story. Or rather, it IS important to the story because this simple act would unleash the psycho bitch that was in the girlfriend all along when she tries desperately to get in touch with him and couldn’t.
I was doing my sporadic cull of Facebook friends recently and one of the friends on my list is a girl whom I had a bad crush on 6 years ago. Nothing came out of it but before you think that I’m a sad delusional fool to have sent her a friend request in the first place, it wasn’t like that at all.
When I first saw her appear on Facebook, as I inevitably did when I started trolling through the profiles of friends of friends, I did not want to add her. At the time I knew she was getting engaged to be married and I didn’t want to torture myself by having to read her status updates or see photos of her with her fiance. I’ve made my peace about her a long time ago when I got rejected. It was good stumbling across her profile and photos because man, she’s quite the looker, but that was that. I gawked a little and then promptly forgotten about it.
Then I saw her friend request. On impulse I added her despite my earlier instincts not to. A few tepid messages were exchanged. A few comments here and there on things that she posted up and then it stopped. I think the last bit of electronic words which we had exchanged was more than 6 months ago.
So now here I am wondering whether or not I should remove her from my friends list. I thought about it for a while. Then I trolled through her photos once more and thought,
Hmm, ok next time. Maybe.
And thus she remains on my friends list. Men are visually stimulated, what can I say?
The day started with lunch at a McDonald’s, specifically a children’s birthday lunch. Hahah! Normally it’s Happy Meals all around but we chose to have items from the regular menu, and we had it inside the train next to the playground. Because we couldn’t fit in the playground, and we didn’t play any of the usual birthday games that the McDonald’s staff would put on, in the end we basically paid to have lunch in the train carriage.
But it was something different and it was my first McDonald’s birthday ever.
A few hours after lunch, we headed to Scott’s restaurant for the night time celebration. He made us really good food: we had fried wontons, chicken wings, beef curry with rice and an awesome beef soup.
After the meal, we had the second cake of the day.
Throughout the night, there was a lot of alcohol consumed. Woo! The success of the night were jugs of Chambord, a French black raspberry liqueur, mixed with lemonade and lime. That got everyone happy and easy going and then the drinking games started.
After a while, we gave up on the pretense of a game and just drank. Hah!
Which got us all even more hyper and crazy. The theme of the night was “Barbie is a SLUT!” which meant that most of us came in wigs and costumes. Which meant a lot of props to muck around with.
And naturally, all of us whipped out our cameras as a result.
It provided endless laughter.
I got in on the fun too. This was supposed to a spaceman James Bond with chicks kinda thing.
Happy birthday again Sel! It was a full on awesome day!
