Holy cow!
I was checking out RiceBunny's xanga when I came across THIS, and frankly speaking, I'm stunned.
Not just stunned. I'm stunned speechless. In awe. Dumbstruck. Gobsmack. (Okay okay, I'll need to check Thesaurus.com for more words if I continue on my praise parade here.)
Let's face it, I've never met a guy with a voice like him. Heck, I don't think I've met any GIRL who sings like that, and I've got quite a few friends with fantastic voices!
Damn. I think if I ever do meet a guy like him in future, I'm gonna kidnap him and tie him to a corner of my room and make him sing whenever I want to.
Just to sing, people. What were you thinking about? Tsk. You naughty people!
But yeah, I voted for him within the first 10 seconds of hearing him sing, and damn, I hope he'll get his dream of getting on Broadway cause I think he's really talented.
So what are you guys waiting for?
Vote for Nick!
Lol. Anyway, let's backtrack a little back to moi, moi, moi.
I've just had the WEIRDEST WEEKEND EVER in my entire life. Like, back-to-back weird happenings. For a while I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I was in some cracked-up dream.
Where should I start? Right, one of the MIFA 2007 Fashion Shows.
On an impromptu invite from Mel, yours truly attended an actual fashion show last Saturday. No, there aren't any pics 'cause it was seriously quite impromptu and I didn't think.
[Pause].
Okay, I admit...who wouldn't think "PHOTO" when the word "FASHION" pops up. (ME!). Sue me, whatever. I'm probably the last person to go into ecstatic raptures over haute couture.
Mind you, most of the clothes were not bad. Some I could seriously appreciate. Some looked as if the designer went mad. Think glazed expression when the models strutted past on the catwalk.
As it is, I swear some of the models probably moonlight as professional poker players. Either that, or some of them were plain stoned. Some were sexy as hell, while some pranced by as if they were puppets being jerked erratically.
But I'm being harsh here. Of course I would be. I'm a 5 ft hobbit here. But I'm serious about the stoned expression. And the jerking, really.
The one similarity apparent was they're all enviably slim. And pretty. And tall. Okay, that's THREE similarities. Sheesh. (Did I ever tell you I totally suck at maths? Right, now you know.)
Several nipple slips, precarious tottering on sky-high heels, and jiggly boobies later, both Mel and I concluded at the end of the show, it was definitely interesting. No doubt about that.
VEE HAV BEEN ENLIGHTMENT.
We've now been officially enlightened. Oy vey!
Would I go for another fashion show? That's a good one.
I. DON'T. KNOW.
Knowing what I now know, the next time I attend another fashion show I might come out of it either:
1) Dazed & confused (Whaa...?)
2) Paralyzed with a permanent crick in the neck
3) Forever convinced that some people should not be allowed to hold an extremely dull needle, let alone handle a pair of scissors
4) All of the above
Not that I think about it, maybe not. (o_O)
*snorts*
And that's all I'm gonna say about that memorable Saturday of mine. Pfftt....
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- Next on Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 2 -
"Five lil' Jap boys...sat in a row..."
I was checking out RiceBunny's xanga when I came across THIS, and frankly speaking, I'm stunned.
Not just stunned. I'm stunned speechless. In awe. Dumbstruck. Gobsmack. (Okay okay, I'll need to check Thesaurus.com for more words if I continue on my praise parade here.)
Let's face it, I've never met a guy with a voice like him. Heck, I don't think I've met any GIRL who sings like that, and I've got quite a few friends with fantastic voices!
Damn. I think if I ever do meet a guy like him in future, I'm gonna kidnap him and tie him to a corner of my room and make him sing whenever I want to.
Just to sing, people. What were you thinking about? Tsk. You naughty people!
But yeah, I voted for him within the first 10 seconds of hearing him sing, and damn, I hope he'll get his dream of getting on Broadway cause I think he's really talented.
So what are you guys waiting for?
Vote for Nick!
Lol. Anyway, let's backtrack a little back to moi, moi, moi.
I've just had the WEIRDEST WEEKEND EVER in my entire life. Like, back-to-back weird happenings. For a while I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I was in some cracked-up dream.
Where should I start? Right, one of the MIFA 2007 Fashion Shows.
On an impromptu invite from Mel, yours truly attended an actual fashion show last Saturday. No, there aren't any pics 'cause it was seriously quite impromptu and I didn't think.
[Pause].
Okay, I admit...who wouldn't think "PHOTO" when the word "FASHION" pops up. (ME!). Sue me, whatever. I'm probably the last person to go into ecstatic raptures over haute couture.
Mind you, most of the clothes were not bad. Some I could seriously appreciate. Some looked as if the designer went mad. Think glazed expression when the models strutted past on the catwalk.
As it is, I swear some of the models probably moonlight as professional poker players. Either that, or some of them were plain stoned. Some were sexy as hell, while some pranced by as if they were puppets being jerked erratically.
But I'm being harsh here. Of course I would be. I'm a 5 ft hobbit here. But I'm serious about the stoned expression. And the jerking, really.
The one similarity apparent was they're all enviably slim. And pretty. And tall. Okay, that's THREE similarities. Sheesh. (Did I ever tell you I totally suck at maths? Right, now you know.)
Several nipple slips, precarious tottering on sky-high heels, and jiggly boobies later, both Mel and I concluded at the end of the show, it was definitely interesting. No doubt about that.
We've now been officially enlightened. Oy vey!
Would I go for another fashion show? That's a good one.
I. DON'T. KNOW.
Knowing what I now know, the next time I attend another fashion show I might come out of it either:
1) Dazed & confused (Whaa...?)
2) Paralyzed with a permanent crick in the neck
3) Forever convinced that some people should not be allowed to hold an extremely dull needle, let alone handle a pair of scissors
4) All of the above
Not that I think about it, maybe not. (o_O)
*snorts*
And that's all I'm gonna say about that memorable Saturday of mine. Pfftt....
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
- Next on Mother of All Weird Weekends: Part 2 -
"Five lil' Jap boys...sat in a row..."
2 comments:
does that memorable wkend involve a dashing 6-foot Jappy hunk?
WAHAHAHAHAH!! Nope. As far as I know...none of the Jap lil' boys were 6 ft tall, and calling them a hunk would be seriously stretching it. Cute boys might suffice. Barely. But that's for me to know, and for you to find out....in my next post. Lol!
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