fun-fucken-tastic

last night was great.

deviant showed up at my place wearing a white shirt with jeans and was looking good enough to eat. as a bonus he hadn't had time to shave so the outfit was completed with stubble goodness. incredibly yummy.

the restaurant was good, the company was very entertaining and the food was great. i was so stuffed after the fourth course that i had to skip the fifth entirely and concentrate on drinkies. i do believe we got rather intoxicated and had a good time.

mind you, i think we had the whole date roles a bit reversed tho...

[we were walking to the restaurant, i only had the address of the place but didn't know exactly where it was.]
tp: 'ok, it should be somewhere around here, but i'm not exactly sure where...'
deviant: 'hey great idea, let's walk up and down this street ten times without finding the place instead of asking for directions'
tp: 'OI! i resent that! that's *MY* line!'

[later on in the restaurant deviant is giving me shit about our brat pitt -lookalike waiter being slow]
tp: 'oh shush. just drink your beer and look pretty!'
deviant: 'OI! i resent that! that's *MY* line!'

i'm hoping to get my hands on some pics from the evening and post them up soon... should i ask for deviant's permission tho? i haven't told him about my blog yet. mebbe i should. what do you think bunnies?

TROPFEST 2006

UNI BUNNIES ATTENTION!
any of you planning to head to tropfest
drop me a mail.

let's rock up after lunch time
and camp up for the whole day.
yesyes!

back on the horse!

wrap up your livers bunnies, cause it's going to be a big one.

today is miss pearl's bday and we're having a massive (and no doubt rather liquid) dinner out to celebrate it. the crew as far as i know is 100% professional alcoholics and/or otherwise not necessarily so mentally healthy people. in other words it's going to be a ball!

the scary part is that i'm dragging deviant out with me for the first time. see, we haven't really met outside either my or his apartment. heh. so this is pretty much the first date and the poor thing is thrown straight in the deep end.

i told him that i needed 'shit hot meat to take in as my date'. he cracked up and was up for the challenge. even promised to wear a white shirt. mmmmmm... there is just something abt drop dead gorgeous men in white shirts.

'where, oh where, have all the smart people gone?'

'in a recent survey published by the sunday times, girls aged between 15 and 19 were asked which careers they wished to pursue 63% said glamour modelling and 25% lap dancing in comparison to 4% saying lawyer 3% doctor - a shocking upshot of the superficial cult status of today’s airhead celebrity.'

pink, stupid girls, video stream

fooked up.

as far as the mtv pop culture bs goes, pink's stupid girls is almost funny. i quite appreciate the rather direct piss-taking...

being boring?

cheesy retro disco anyone?

now i sit with different faces | in rented rooms and foreign places | all the people i was kissing | some are here and some are missing | in the nineteen-nineties | i never dreamt that i would get to be | the creature that i always meant to be | but i thought in spite of dreams | you’d be sitting somewhere here with me | ’cause we were never being boring | we had too much time to find for ourselves | and we were never being boring | we dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends | and we were never holding back or worried that | time would come to an end | we were always hoping that, looking back | you could always rely on a friend

the evolution of 'tatah!'

you know the way it's the little things that give you direction on where things are going? a good example would be the evolution of goodbyes to indicate where things are upto...

• 'well that was fun... maybe we'll catch up again?'
• 'we should hang around again some day...'
  
• 'see you...'
• 'see you soon...'
• 'i'll see you soon, ok?'
• 'i'm going fishing for the weekend, so i'll see you on monday?'
  

kyllä suomi-poika soittaa osaa!*

photo from misc.fi © antti riikola

(*= the finn boy sure knows how to play)

fucken fantastic night out! i did something entirely out of character and went out alone tonight. i knew that an old mate of mine from helsinki, oded peled, was throwing a gig at candy's apartment. all my mates went to good vibes and i couldn't get anyone to go out with me. so i went alone.

oded played a fucken fantastic gig climaxing with jaydee - plastic dreams. borderline orgastic i tell you. i danced till i was drenched with sweat and my feet were bleeding but fuck me it was amazing. easily the best gig in syd ever.

the funny thing was that as soon as i rocked up, i suddenly found myself dancing with this little group of finns. they were all blonde, blue eyed, fit as fuck and gorgeous as hell. heh.

say what you will bunnies, but finns really do rok.

new fav band: datarock

a mate of mine told me to look em up. and i'm glad that i did. datarock is my new fav band. they rock my socks.

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met up with deviant again last night. the plan was to do the usual drinkies and giggles night, but we ended up having good d&m's about our past. was quite fascinating actually.

we were sitting outside, he played the guitar and i stared at the hypnotic shadows playing on the wall. the combination proved out to be heavily inspiring and i came up with an idea for a new video.

a good one too. told the idea to deviant and he got excited abt it as well. we ended up brainstorming the video for hrs and it's starting to shape up pretty well.

i think i also managed to come up with the contradicting layer that ties it up with my previous work too... but haven't talked to him abt that yet. heh. but i doubt he'd have anything against it. i reckon this boy has the balls to pull off anything.

while i'm excited abt the new idea, it does have a scary side to it too... in the past, whenever a bloke has appeared in my work, that has meant that they're abt to get ejected from my life. it seems that when ever i seal a part of someone in a work of mine, it's a sign that it's time to move on.

history repeating? only one way to find out i suppose.

time to cut the rug to some quality tunes

i had a drink with sunshine after work the other day. as i was waiting for him to fetch our drinkies, i was flicking through this free magazine someone had left of the table. suddenly i notice that an old mate of mine from helsinki is throwing a gig in syd on saturday. fucken fantastic!

so yeh, looks like saturday says clubbing. must find some irl bunnies to drag out with me...

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deviant rok.

somehow he seems to come up with new ways of impressing me every time i see him. and i'm not easily impressed. see, i'm the cynical cunt who only get's disappointed with ppl...

i had the worst day in the office yesterday and was walking home cranky as hell. the fact that it was pissing down raining didn't help either. just as i was abt to get homicidal enough to fetch a baseball bat and do the whole bitch on a rampage thing, deviant calls me.

he invites me over to his place for dinner. before i have a chance to do the usual 'oh, i'd love to but i can't eat anything...(*)' he adds that he's got all the ingredients needed for whipping up a delicious dairy free dinner. wow. this guy is good.

not even mentioning that he's also a fantastic cook. so very yummy. the only thing sexier than a guy cooking is a drop dead gorgeous guy cooking and doing dishes. better than strip tease i tell you.

(* = i don't know how long you've been reading my rants bunnies, but during the past yr and a half there's been whining aplenty abt my difficult diet. i'm lactose intolerant. which tends to make my life difficult as fuck outside finland.)

a very good sunday

i tried something new yesterday. something very much out of character. something crazy and experimental. it felt weird and i felt clumsy, but i think i was able to pull it off:

i did something nice to someone else.

yeh i know: crazy. who would've thunk it.

due to a lil bit of a fuck-up, deviant had to do a solid non-stop 5hr drive late sunday night. completely out of character of me: but voluntarily, i put my hand up to join him for company and to keep him awake. even tho it meant that i wasn't going to get to sleep before 2am and that i would only get 4-5 hrs of sleep.

but it was all very good. it gave us a good chance to get to know each other. i was very much entertained, got to see his place and what's best, i got snuggled to sleep.

i purred like a kitten.

'sex romps can keep you feeling great'

it can help to reduce stress, soothe pain, cure insomnia, lower the risk of a heart attack and, as if that wasn't enough, make your hair shine and your wrinkles vanish.

"forget about jogging round the block or struggling with sit-ups," says the uk national health service patients' helpline, nhs direct. the key for healthy living is, in fact, "a good bout of sexercise".

undertaking "regular romps" will bring a plethora of health rewards, from staying fit and burning calories to combating cancer, says the website.

"orgasms even release painkillers into the bloodstream, helping keep mild illnesses like colds and aches and pains at bay, and produce extra oestrogen and testosterone hormones," the site says.

"these hormones will keep your bones and muscles healthy, leaving you feeling fabulous inside and out."

smh

champers is bad for you

selected quotes:

'DRUKN? is that finnish for FUCK I'M HAMMERED?'

- etherael

[about paris hilton pissing herself in a cab]

'...if STDs could talk, the back of that cab would be like a tourette's convention.'

- the superficial

i've been very much entertained by deviant lately. i've only known him for roughly a week, yet i've seen him four times already. let's see if this develops.

i was a very bad girl on fri. was supposed to go to uni and enrol and shit. but i was WAY too dead from thu night. i couldn't get up before 5pm. i'm telling you bunnies, champers on empty stomach is seriously NOT a good idea. sure i was bubbly and charming all night, but not so much the following day.

i sure hope i won't be in too much shit over that... *crosses fingers*

oh also, must stop stealing other people's ties.

lame

'der ver zwei peanuts, valking down zer strasse, and von vas assaulted'

there must be something wrong with me but i found that disturbingly amusing. must be the lack of caffeine. pls don't hold it against me bunnies...

one inch more

wow.

now it's final. two of my video works are screened in berlin next week. fucken fantastic. have to admit that it feels pretty fucken speshul to see my own name pop up on the event program.

today, i rok.

now bunnies, wanna join me for a glass of cinzano?

had a third date with deviant and still as intriqued as ever. actually, prolly a lil bit more every time i see him. besides, he smells so very perty. yum.

the weird part is that i have cooled down and cut out all the other boys since deviant showed up in the picture. not sure why...

and i'm grinning like an idiot. heh. seriously cramping down my cranky office look. not good at all.

saw deviant again last night. he came over to watch grosse point blank.

i have to say that the boy was every bit as gorgeous (if not more) as i remembered from thursday. so no, it was not just wine goggles.

let's see if there will be a third date despite my aversion to them...

does my forehead say 'DESPERATE - WILL PUT OUT!' by any chance?

i received four booty calls on friday night. FOUR. all diff blokes. fucked up i tell you. had a backbone tho and said no to all. heh. yay for me!

one of them was deviant tho. was so tempted to invite him over, but i was too tired to be of any use...

then on saturday, i walk up to woollies to do my usual grocery shop. i look like shit, no make-up, nothing. as i'm standing in the queue, this guy starts to talk me up. i thought he was just being friendly, but when i walk out of the store, he's waiting me outside, walks up to me and goes 'i don't mean to sound like a freak or anything... but you seem really nice and i was wondering if you'd like to go for a coffee or something...' i flashed my most charming smile, told him that i was flattered but that i was already involved with someone so it wouln't be fair...

i know it wasn't exactly true... but i don't think i needed any extra trouble.

posting spam again

i received this from dui and i have to admit that i have honestly experienced all 6 circles.

1st Circle: The Ducked Bullet
No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep was deep and all those carbo-loaded beers have gifted you with a week's worth of misplaced energy. During lunch you torture your less fortunate co-workers, bragging about how you can pound booze all night, drink warm gin out of a dirty ashtray for breakfast, and still show up fifteen minutes early for work. You crave a steak sub and a side of gravy fries.


2nd Circle: The Thirsty Mongoloid
No real pain, but something is definitely amiss. You look okay but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. You are definitely dehydrated and after drinking two Gatorades you still feel that way. You feel kinda dumb and you notice the temporary lowering of your IQ has made you more sociable and less concerned with workaday worries. You crave a fruity pancake from IHOP.


3rd Circle: The Head wound That Won't Heal
Slight headache. Stomach is upset. You are definitely not the paradigm of a productive worker. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the warm gin shots you did at your friend's apartment after the bouncer ejected you at 1:45 a.m. Memories of bad behaviour seep in and you cringe with shame. Life would be much, much better if you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a meatball sub watching Hogan's Heroes reruns. You've had four cups of coffee, a gallon of water, three iced teas and a diet coke and you haven't peed once.


4th Circle: The Hunchback of Cheap Champagne
You have lost the will to live. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or you'll punctuate your sentences with vomit. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and reeking of booze. The clothes you put on won't win you any fashion awards and your face looks like a golf green mowed by a blind junkie (ladies, it looks like you applied your make-up with a shotgun). Your eyes are red enough to give your features a lizardish cast and your hair makes your co-workers ask if you're starting up a new wave band. You vaguely remember doing some really dumb and embarrassing things last night and you don’t care. You would murder your favourite bartender for a foot-long Bratwurst smothered with Dijon and fried onions.


5th Circle: Dr. Kevorkian's Dream Date
You don't feel human, you don't even feel like a mammal. Your long morning shower didn't take; no amount of soap could penetrate the coat of sleaze. You have a second heartbeat in your head which is actually annoying the employees sitting near you. You're getting drunk from the vodka vapours seeping from every pore. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from the futile attempt to remove the taste of decaying rat. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, your tongue flops in your mouth like a nightmare-plagued wino thrashing around in his cardboard hooch. You'd cry like a baby but that would steal the last few drops of moisture left in your body. Death seems pretty awesome right now. You definitely don't remember who you were with, where you were, what you drank, and why there is a stranger still passed out in your bed.


6th Circle: The Infinite Nut smacker
You wake up on your bathroom floor, your arms death-locked around your porcelain lover. You would vomit but you quite apparently took care of that last night, with none too good of an aim. You turn your head too quickly and smell the funk of 13 packs of cigarettes in your hair. Suddenly you realize you were smoking, but not ultra lights (some sadist handed you a pack of Pall Mall non-filters and you chain-smoked them like it was your full-time job) telling anyone who would listen that smoking filtered cigarettes is like drinking whiskey through a bar rag. You look in the mirror and find the Ready to Rock stamp has migrated from your right hand to your forehead with the help of Jager magic. You try to rehydrate but all you can stand is one cupped handful of brackish tap water. You crawl into the shower and the coldest water fails to revive your nerve endings as you mumble solemn oaths of never, ever letting a single drop of evil alcohol inside your body again. Ever.

If you could remember your behaviour last night you would never step outside your apartment again, but the last thing you recall is accepting your ninth shot offer with the exhortation, "Fuck yes! Let's get this party started!" Everything after that is a black vacuum populated with shifting, vaguely menacing shapes.

Instead of yelling at you for being late, your boss solemnly invites you into his office to ask you if a parent or sibling passed away. Your super sensitive ears pick up low talk among your co-workers about "interventions" and "rehab." The cute girl from accounting you've been flirting with for three months looks at you like you're a leprous hunchback who has come for her organs. You cannot bear to eat, the granola bar from the snack machine sticks in your craw like petrified log jammed in a wood chipper. You curse yourself for not calling in sick because all you can manage to do is sit in your chair and breathe ...very gently.

...now i have | been slightly shy | and i can smell a pinch of hope | to almost have allowed once fingers | to stroke | the fingers i was given to touch with | but careful, careful...

breast implants, drinkies and not enough sleep make caffeine a necessity

i do believe that the light motorcycle left the hands pretty badly.

last night we went to an exhibition opening with miss pearl, kato, special k and miss pearl's ex, the rockstar. we started with cocktails at kuletos, quickly saw the exhibition and did the compulsory champers and then ran back to newtown to do b.y.o. dindin at a nice thai restaurant.

abt half way through the night special k gets the genious idea of hooking me up with a hunky mate of hers. the others give up after the dinner, but we are still up for more entertainment with special k. after a series of smsses and more drinks, we end up to a pub in darlinghurst thirsty for more.

as we walk down to the ladies room, the first thing we see is a chicky with her top hoisted all the way up to her armpits showing off her tits. 'they're fake' she states as soon as she sees us walking in without the slightest attempt to hide her pretties. this results into a long convo abt her implants, where and when she had them done and me, special k and some other chicky poking, squeezing and feeling the pretty perky b-cups out of curiosity.

this made me think that maybe all the stereotypical male fantasies about female toilets and girls' locker rooms might not be that far fetched after all.

anyway bunnies, if you are interested in getting a flawless pretty pair of breast implants in sydney for abt $9000 i know who to go and see.

then we continued drinking upstairs and special k's mate showed up. she had talked him up all night so i was expecting to be somewhat disappointed.

instead, i see this drop-fucken-dead-gorgeous six-foot-something hunk walk up to our table. and what's best, he had the most beautiful deep voice and a very irresistible borderline shy but cheeky boy-next-door smile with a bit of a rock flavour. i was very much impressed.

i think i shall name him deviant.

this would be the point where the light motorcycle left the hands pretty badly and the drinking got hardcore. once again, the after party was by my pool and i think i got to bed at 5am.

3 hrs of sleep after 11hrs of continuous drinky-drinkies does not render the office at all pleasant. oh well, caffeine makes the world a better place.

today deviant messaged me to ask if i wanted to hang out tonight. had to have a rain check, but let me tell you bunnies: very much looking forward to getting to know this bunny better.

oh, and i know one long term reader will appreciate the fact that deviant is in fact a kiwi...

RIP nam june paik [via]