.: ShaolinTiger - Kung-Fu Geekery :.

Sunday is a sacred day for me, for eating pizza and watching movies. Plus the odd other activity like playing PS2 (I'm at the final race on NFS:Carbon finally) and processing some pictures (didn't manage to do any today - slept too much).

But I had to go out this Sunday to Laundry to meet Tim for some football match as apparently Maxis has secured the sponsorship rights for EPL for 3 years, so they were having a little get together.

The sponsorship will start with the Community Shield match between Manchester United and Chelsea to be aired live over ESPN at 9.55pm on Sunday.

That was the game we were there to watch, not that I give a shit as you know I don't really follow football.

Anyway, to get back to the point, imagine my surprise when I went out to my car to go to Laundry bar...to find this:

No your eyes are not deceiving you, that is indeed my car with FUCK painted on the back.

I wonder who I offended? If I did offend anyone as it's not a very clear message FUCK? FUCK WHAT?

FUCK you
FUCK me
FUCK the World
Want to FUCK?
Let's FUCK
FUCK the rainforest
FUCK I love sausages
FUCK the government
FUCK Proton

Or perhaps most likely

FUCK you, you drive like an asshole

Perhaps so...thankfully it's some kind of water based paint so it just wipes off without any effort.

But still I find it very odd, at least it's not as bad as last time when my car was vandalised, or when the window was ripped out and my camera stolen.

Things like this are just plain weird, anyone else experienced anything like this - or ever heard of anything like this?

I've seen or heard plenty of stories about disgruntled wives and girlfriends chucking paint on cars, or in the interior.

But for a random stranger to paint fuck in water based paint on the back of a car in such small and neat letters? So weird.

Do you think it was the Nismo owner from the below post?!

OMG I'm so bored.

The food is boring, the people are boring, the project is boring, the place is boring, the buildings are boring.

At least it's not so hot here now, winter is coming and it's a very pleasant 20 degrees most of the time.

I can even walk back to the skanky service appartment wearing a jacket and not feel hot.

People here just eat flatbread and homous, or well 5 dishes or cream coloured stuff that all looks and tastes pretty much like homous..

And some grilled bbq shit like kebabs, which don't taste of anything really.

At least there's a croissant shop downstairs which does good chocolate croissants.

Even the indomee here tastes lousy..I had some at the appt last night whilst watching Ronin.

I went through all 213 channels on the cable TV, there is only 5 in English.

This place is ghetto, seriously.

At least I've managed to catch up with some decent movies...I finally got to see Gangs of New York, I bought the DVD about 4 years ago, but never watched it because it was a screener.

Good flick actually.

I'm not even motivated to take pictures of anything because it's such an oppressive place and it's so boring and brown and sandy.

I might take some pictures of the appt just to show how shit it is.

Every car here is beat-up, they drive like nutcases and have some kind of mental issues where they HAVE to make their tyres squeal round every corner.

And they beep immediately when the traffic lights turn green..just in case the person at the front didn't notice.

Plus the restaurants here have two sections, the family section and the single section, which is kinda weird at first.

It took me about 3 days to realise I hadn't actually seen a woman since I'd been here, there is non in the office (which is very strange for me as my office is full of 'em).

Then there's this annoying guy I have to work with who can't shut up, he's the one that has to crack jokes and put puns into every conversation...even though non of the jokes are funny and the puns aren't witty.

Everyone entertained him for a couple of days, but now his lame quips fall on silence, which is kinda akward. I wish he'd get the message and dose himself up a good portion of STFU.

The weekend is totally whacked here too, now is Sunday, but it's Tuesday...I'm in the office and was yesterday aswell, because Thursday was Saturday and Friday was Sunday, so really Saturday is Monday..

Got it?

(sarcasm) Yes I'm really enjoying travelling and soaking up new and interesting cultures. (/sarcasm)

Oh dear...I really wish there were something positive about this, other than the fact it'll be over soon, WHICH IT BETTER BE.

The end.