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manila

Published on 18/5/2005 in peregrine and shifty capone. 6 Comments

Too tired to do the weekend writeup justice.

Maybe not. Let’s see.

It started with me, drinking with Godot in the IFC. Was soon met by Caspar, The Snoop, Barnaby, Gudmond and The Counter. Over to the aiport to check in with our e-tickets, that turned out to be 100% paper. I was moaning, but we had biz class seats in the end, soooooo.

On the flight I watched the latest episode of 24 on my PSP. Lovely. Gudmond listened to music very loudly. It was his birthday, sooooo. I think we got to the hotel, into our rooms and out again by midnight. I wanted to head over to Greenbelt, to meet Mili, alas I was outgunned by naughty bars. Don’t recall much of the banter. I do remember this:

Girl: “You want to play a game?”
Counter: “Do you have chess?”
Me: “Or cribbage?”
Girl: “Yes I have cleavage, look!”

Riiiiiiiight.

Caspar did his usual, and ended up somewhere mad. A ‘dance rave’ that was playing Barry Manilow. The Counter was wandering the streets until 10am. I was tucked up in bed with my camera and a coconut scented mermaid. No. No photos on here.

We were collected at 12 by Cheech and Chong for our ride up to AC. A place that exists for pretty much one thing. Noncing. Check out the Oasis Hotel:

The suites are among the largest rooms in Angeles and a good option if you like to have two or more girls for the night.

Erm. Oh my zut!

Cheech and Chong had no idea how to get there once we got off the expressway. They stopped every two hundred metres or so to ask someone. Ridiculous.

Right, getting tired now. Let’s just do a precis.

Out for food.
Sweating.
Met mad Doris from t’internet. She was sweating. And lovely. But mad. She left.
Few bars. Me singing Bohemian Rhapsody on a mic. To a bar full of hyuuuuuukers. Autographs. Offers of free tattoos. No thanks.
Hey Ya Sambucas.
Lancelot Club. Birthday cheers. Welcome to the MLCCC. Some Tagalog song to the tune of Another One Bites The Dust, but is naughty I think. I can hear ’salsal mo’ and ‘blow job mo’. The first one means ‘wanking’. Not sure about the second. [All links MP3, < 120KB]
Met mad Doris again. She left again. Saying I didn't like her. She couldn't have been more wrong!
Again, our motto was "No stone unturned", Caspar's was "No stage unturned": in every bar, he danced on the stage. He also sang into a flip flop. Then lost it. I found it. Then, the worst signing. Ever. [AVI, purposely adjusted the contrast to protect the guilty. 1.9 MB]
Ice in the bog.
Queen.
DJ Caspar.
Arse. [CAREFUL!]
A bleached blonde from the “Malay-Hispanic-Sino-American mélange to our south“.
All of us.

There will be more. Once I get The Snoop’s photos.

anything

Published on 27/4/2005 in shifty capone. 3 Comments

Me: “….. and tell him to stop calling me by my surname.”
FEASTAD: “How about Kaiser-y?”
FEASTAD: “Or Shaky-y?”
Me: “Er, they’re OK. So can I call you FEASTAD-Y?”
FEASTAD: “You call me Doris, remember? It’s alright, you can call me anything.”

I love her.

tiger filth

Published on 20/4/2005 in geekery and shifty capone. 0 Comments

So with the Tiger release of Apple OS X comes Spotlight.

Stop looking. Start finding. With Spotlight, you can find anything on your computer as quickly as you type. Search your entire system from one place: Files, emails, contacts, images, calendars and applications appear instantly.

Find anything! Anyone else worried? I hide all sorts of, er, music, yeah, music, in folders deep inside random other folders. Not very secure, but stops the simple user from finding it. Not with Spotlight!

missed out

Published on 11/4/2005 in shifty capone. 5 Comments

Friday:

Me @ 16.54 - “What are everyone’s plans tonight?”
Barneby @ 16.57 - “I fancy an beer………….how about we discuss the MLCCC offsite over a social ale?”
Me @ 18.04 - “You know …. the last flight to Maniloire is at about 11pm ……” (I pulled that out of my arse, but I knew there was a flight around then)
Gudmond @ 18.05 - “we could discuss the off site on the plane.”
Hilton @ 18.06 - “What if we decided that it’s a bad idea?”we’d go to a bar and have a beer and say, oh dear just look around at the snap decision we made to fly to maniloire (although i’ve never been) and how bad it was and then wait for the next plane home.
Within that time things may have got better?we’d go to a bar and have a beer and say, oh dear just look around at the snap decision we made to fly to maniloire (although i’ve never been) and how bad it was and then wait for the next plane home.
Within that time things may have got better?
Gudmond @ 18.08 - “we’d go to a bar and have a beer and say, oh dear just look around at the snap decision we made to fly to maniloire and how bad it was and then wait for the next plane home. Within that time things may have got better?”
Gudmond @ 18.10 “No visa required? I’m in.”
Barneby @ 18.19 - “There’s a cathay flight at 21.55 and a philippine airlines at 21.05 (although this is running late tonight, ETD currently 22.10)”
Barneby @ 18.29 - screen capture of fare details and availablity on CX flight
Me @ 18.36 - “Halika na?” (Tagalog for “Let’s go”)
Gudmond @ 18.38 - “definitely in”
Barneby @ 18.38 - “I am game if others are!”
Village @ 18.38 - “lets go! what about clothes… buy em there? no passport but.. have to go home and get it all!”
Me @ 18.41 - “I’m in”
Village @ 18.45 “SO IS THIS ON OR WHAT I GOTTA LEAVE NOW IF I WANNA BE ON A 9ish flight?”

We then switched to instant messenger and then phone. We didn’t have definite confirmation from Barneby, so waited. By the time we got the OK, the CX internet session had timed out. When Gudmond logged back in the flight was full! Apparently they take seats off the web site 3 hours before the flight. We missed it by 3 minutes. So Gudmond went down to buy them at the CX desk, but they were over $3k, so we didn’t bother.

Instead we went on a massive bender, well me, Hilton and Caspar got home at about 10 am. I woke up in some dodgy room above The White Stag. No bed sheets, no covers, no curtains and no clothes on the Balinese bird beside me. WTF!? Taxi!