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Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 August 2013

DON'T STOP LOOKING FOR LOVE






Had a huge belly laugh from listening to this.

It is the height of AWFULness. HOW / WHY the fuck did this song get recorded, when the vocalist was incoherent? Or, was that why this was given a pass - exactly because the vocalist (can't bring myself to say 'singer'...) was so incoherent, it therefore qualifies as one of those "it's so bad, it's good" moments in pop culture???

Now we know what "unable to carry a tune" means; nowhere - not for second - was this tune ever carried, much less, sang.

It was sneezed.



RIP Stephen Gately.




DISCLAIMER

It's unfortunate that a healthy 33 year old pop star suddenly died the way Stephen Gately did, and even more so that cheap controversy followed.

It was yucky, how the Bulgarian "friend" who had slept with Gately's partner, Andrew Cowles, allegedly sold the story for E70,000 to The Sun. What a lowlife.

But in the end, we truly only care about music.

This isn't music.

We don't know what this is.

Louis Walsh, explain.








Friday, 14 June 2013

DUCKOLICISM

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Duckzilla.

I saw the giant rubber duck five times whilst it was in Hong Kong. It got me every single time. It was awesome. It looked like it could easily crush the cruise ship docked on Ocean Terminal. Even Hong Kong's iconic skyscrapers looked like hapless matchsticks behind this ginormous sculpture.

I love rubber ducks; they remind us of a time when taking baths were not just functional but also fun.

But this sculpture - officially entitled Spreading Joy Around the World by Dutch conceptual artist Florentijn Hofman - swept over Hong Kong like Biebermania would sweep an arena of tweens at a Justin Bieber concert. Hofman himself was reportedly overwhelmed when the duck was greeted by a cheering crowd when it floated into Victoria Harbour. We elbowed for hours to capture the perfect smartphone pic. We braved crippling heat, sweltering humidity and even relentless rain to catch a sight of the duck in all its glory.

The duck also compelled many of us to open our wallets on unplanned shopping sprees in Tsim Sha Tsui's gleaming commercial temples. Crowd control was in strict enforcement outside Ocean Terminal. In order to take the perfect duck pic, you'd have to plunge into the sea of people being funneled into the shopping mall. It didn't matter if you didn't want to; it's futile to even attempt going against the current of duck worshipers. The sculpture inspired amongst us Hong Kongers a kind of fervor we have yet to accord a religious icon -  Beijing's benevolent hand, even less!

When the duck was deflated - sick with avian flu? - there was mass hysteria. We wept and wailed because we had taken a day off work just to see the most sacred testament to our wanton culture of consumerism! The sight of the duck lying on its side shook our beliefs to the core. We held vigil until it once again inflated and regained its reassuring girth. (We don't like skinny ducks.)

Being in the duck's presence gave me a taste of what Mecca must be like during Hajj. Surely, our duck worship mirrors the intensity of having 100 million Hindu pilgrims waiting to bathe in the Ganges during Kumbh Mela. Except this is Hong Kong, of course, so this "peaceful gathering" is maintained by a fragile understanding that everyone will get the perfect pic for Facebook or Weibo - as long as we all observe queuing etiquette. And as long as there's order, our very identity as Hong Kongers is preserved. Our beliefs are reinforced. We're enlightened!

I saw the duck five times.

I fell under its spell, too, although in my case I suspect it's because touching any rubber duck evokes naughtier adult pleasures, of late. The bigger, the better.

The duck is gone and life is back to "normal."

I know now, it takes a fool to define normalcy in this town.





Sunday, 10 March 2013

FIREFIGHTERS

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I'LL TAKE THE REDHEAD IN THE MIDDLE!

 // A-MEN. //

CONTRIBUTED BY RILEY LYNCH. THANKS, DOLL!








Saturday, 16 February 2013

Thursday, 14 February 2013

LEGS

HUNK LEGS
HEY, CUTIE!
LOOK HERE - SMILE FOR US!
OH, OKAY - FINE THEN!
// IF TREE TRUNKS ALWAYS LOOKED THIS HOT, 
WE BE CHOPPING MORE FIREWOOD. //




Sunday, 3 February 2013

THE NAKED TRUTH: BEAUTY TIPS FOR WANNABE QUEENS FROM DAYANA MENDOZA

DAYANA MENDOZA NUDE
DAYANA MENDOZ FOR MAXIN


   


I have loved Dayana Mendoza since she won Miss Venezuela. I loved her even more when she won Miss Universe back in 2008. Love became obsession when she cast in The Celebrity Apprentice.

And after having see the video above, I'm now irrevocably addicted to her.

What a crazy woman.





Saturday, 2 February 2013

THE GAY GLADIATOR

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// HELLO, DOLLY! //


This is Jose Brown, who played the gay gladiator Auctus in Spartacus: Gods of the Arena.

I can only imagine what the Spartacus boot camp must be like for a dolly gay gladiator. I would like to cheer for Josef Brown because, let's admit it, he's rocking this shot. Look at that extended finger. Look at the angled hip. Look at the legs, which give this shot its depth. But most of all, look at those kind eyes and Mona Lisa smile. Girl, you're owning it!

I can't any more  remember anything about the prequel to that insanely violent and deliciously obscene TV series we all love to love. Hang on, I remember just the codpieces. Apparently I wasn't paying much attention to anything else. So I completely missed Josef's performance as Auctus - love interest of Barca - which makes me now want to re-watch the entire series all over again.

Not a bad way to spend a weekend at home with the flu!

In real life, Josef Brown is an accomplished ballet and contemporary dancer.


josef brown
WERQ!






Tuesday, 29 January 2013

LOS ANGELES MAYOR ANTONIO VILLARAIGOSA ANNOUNCES THE RISE OF ANGELENOS. CLEARLY.

Antonio Villaraigosa
GOOD MAYOR, WHAT ARE YOU KEEPING IN YOUR PANTS?
IS THAT WHAT'S CALLED A PORK BARREL? 
// DON'T CRY FOR ME, ANGELENOS. //




Thursday, 11 October 2012

GRIGOR DIMITROV

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DIG DEEPER, GRIGOR.

Grigor Dimitrov (born 16 May 1991, in Haskovo) is a tennis player from Bulgaria. He achieved a career high ranking of World No. 52 on August 22, 2011. Dimitrov is the most successful Bulgarian male tennis player, both in terms of ranking reached and prize money and also being the first Bulgarian to ever reach an ATP tournament semifinal (reaching 3, all in 2012), plus also an ATP doubles final (with Andreas Seppi, in 2011). He also enjoyed a very successful junior career, in which he held the World No. 1 ranking and won the boys' singles titles at the 2008 Wimbledon Championships and the 2008 US Open.

WIKIPEDIA


// HE'S PINKING ABOUT YOU. //




Wednesday, 10 October 2012

ADAM LEVINE'S SWEATY ARMPITS

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I LOVE 'THE VOICE' BECAUSE ADAM LEVINE IS CONSTANTLY...
 // SINGIN' FOR SOME ROLL-ON REXONA. //



Saturday, 29 September 2012

BEARBIE

BEARBIE
WONDER IF I MIGHT HAVE 'TURNED OUT STRAIGHT' IF I HAD PLAYED WITH A BEARBIE DOLL INSTEAD OF MY SISTERS' BARBIES?

// BIG NIPS, ANYONE? SOMEONE? ANYONE? //







Saturday, 25 August 2012

MARC JACOBS AND BRAZILIAN PORN STAR BOYFRIEND HARRY LOUIS

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HONEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS GUY ON GRINDR?
HONEY, I DON'T THINK SO. LET ME SHOW YOU SOMEONE REALLY HOT!

marc jacobs boyfriend harry louis
HONEY, YOU'RE SUCH A MEATHEAD! DELETE THAT PHOTO!
HONEY, PLEASE, ALL THE WORLD'S SEEN YOUR MEAT ANYWAY!
marc jacobs boyfriend harry louis
SHUT UP AND KISS!
OK! BUT, PLEASE, YOU'RE DOING FISH LIPS AGAIN!
  // SWEETNESS. //