as much as i hate 1) the white man for tainting goku’s pure jap-saiyan heritage 2) chow yun fatt and chow sing chi for selling out (you asses!) and 3) movie bigwigs for pulling that whole white-man-saves-the-day-with-mythical-eastern-kungfu, i’m probably still going to watch it.

while i cry salty tears of loss over my brother’s entire rm5.90 a comic dragonball series. mmmmm… trunks.

check out the overwhelming dedication of a ds freak. a mini marvel merely 1.4″ x 0.75″ x 0.25″ with functioning hinge (wow) and teensy tiny nintendogs cartridge.

if you’re feeling brave enough, there’s a downloadable pdf file with instructions.

this actually reminds me a lot of my little brother’s psychotic papercraft. he spent hours and hours shaping a miniature house down to the minutest details (hinges on his cupboards, piping for his sinks) and i think he might love it. too bad he’s just flown off for a 3-week holiday in the UK. ass. :(

another picture and a video after the jump.

warning: don’t be drinking nothing when you watch it, k.

please do note the blinking lights on the handle bars.

too cool!

a couple of days ago, jt showed me part of the “electroma” movie, the latest release being some time mid-2008. of course, i started obsessing and googling and whatnot. many hours, youtube videos, and shed tears later i’m emotionally worn out.

while i understand why the movie did not utilise any of daft punk’s own tracks (supposedly only featuring their musical inspirations), “make love” manages to turn their relentless (and terribly boring) trek through the desert seem superbly poignant.

admittedly the music editing in this one is disastrous (haiya fan video, forgiveable la) but it’s not like i care. what i do care about is where to get one of those fucking cool helmets. ebay, maybe?
[update: some girls are just too damn kick-ass for the world. hand-made daft punk helmet replicas. awesome shit,]

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more videos i found sifting through youtube.

easily the saddest part. then again, am probably pms’ing.

final scene with original soundtrack

I had an uncle who was a very strict vegetarian.
When he died there was a big turnip at his funeral.

fucking awesome quotes from the video, please watch it.

we are in the midst of observing an incredible test of endurance as david blaine is attempting to hang for 60 straight hours without entertaining anyone.

harry houdini called this stunt the “dangling douchebag”

people are worried that him hanging upside down could make him go blind. imagine, not being able to see all the people out here giving him the finger.

anyone who studied the works of houdini knows that the hardest part of houdini’s stunts was the 15-minute coffee break.

he’s catheterized i heard. you think he’s peeing right now?

found some exercise videos on youtube and it’s my 2nd day trying to keep up with nicole, “one of spark people’s fitness experts”. i was slightly disdainful seeing as nicole isn’t your typical lean mean slavedriver. (in fact, i thought her slightly on the chubby side.) she instead possesses a rather sweet, chirpy and un-trainerlike demeanor.

so i watched the video till the end before making any sort of attempt to mimic her effortless movements. and since there apparently wasn’t any need for a warm-up, i was a tad overconfident.

ok, fine. i was like “wtf. that looks too easy.”

“if you can, we’re going to try speed it up,” chirped nicole.

“why wouldn’t i be able to?” i snorted (in my head).

needless to say, i didn’t last through even a third of the 15-minute ab workout.

tiu, you can so smart, can or not?

trying to brief an illustrator via email and i didn’t know what this action was called. so we video’d it and sent it along with the written directive. fist-pump? reverse punch? celebratory elbow? fool-making manoeuvre?