MrFujitsu the dead/Feeding myself phat

MrFujitsu died-ed on me for reasons like:

a) my noisy-damn-annoying-but-almost-immune-to-it internal fan went berkongkers, apparently it got stuck with the biggest clump of dustbunny and hence....died-ed

b) germs/viruses/bacteria from hell knows where invaded the poor soul- even when i scan every single damn thing that enters MrFujitsu; and hence...died-ed

c) Chelle-is-computer-noob and hence....died-ed

so it ended up at the store for some rejuvenation/relaxation him time.....along with all my personal data, files yada yada

so if u see a photo of me running naked in the desert carrying a sack of lima beans and witlof

shoot me

..........

Fed myelf phat at the Night Noodle Market hoping that the sticky black rice and kuew teow tomyum i ate twice in a row didnt add the digits on the scale. but boyyyy who am i kidding.

the food and the weather left much to be desired for but the company and the atmosphere were thumbs up

with CaptCurry and his wana-smile-duwana-smile smile.

*6 fingers for u yh

loved the crowd, hated the weather

cheers to those who understand the meaning of feasttttt

bitchin over duck. hoho

bitchin over bad photoshots

*points finger at curryman

so i was told that kuewteow tomyum in Thailand does not mean kuew teow in tomyum soup but rather another noodle soup dish that is cooked in a broth very much different from the tomyum goong we'd usually get

mm hmmm

she who eats like a man

sweet potato chips and a whole lot of lovin'

and more feasting. Eat like man

takoyaki with almost no tako....geezz

ps: still running till this Friday.2 more days for those who havent been there. its worth the shot.

Love from Bamboo Stereo

Updated with nuuuuuuuuu items!

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happy shopping peeps!

we love ya!

 Days like this i love

'because even when ur pockets gets lighter, u know the laughters with the others and the treasures u discover, makes you feel all a lil less guilty-fied'

hoho, who am i kidding, i say that to myself everytime we practice our weekly ritual.

and then the diminishing bank account shocks me a lil, gives the heart a lil attack, smashes it....and by the time next week comes,the process repeats itself once again....

my bank account goes somewhat like this:    

pft

but heck im lovin it...

because i like how it takes me to ransack through leaves and fight forest squirrels to get that awesome lil 80's piece

SirHoward being all gay and merry....hoho..like his trueself

Me being a stoner, Tats being a stoner..

the time spent 

She made me buy the scarve, so i did

The roomies with a lil bit of peace

*While im here blabbing about my stupid diminishing bank account, StokersBoy is on the other side suffering from a diminishing heart, not technically, but for one who rarely have downfalls like this, he's a pretty sad boy now. I guess somtimes the simplest thing can bring one down. Its hard to witness, and even harder when u feel a lil less than helpful. Cheer up. Maybe some pancakes with lemon and sugar might help eyh?! =)

or maybe indulge in some shopping therapy....it works wonders....hehe. Take it easy boy.

 A Postcard to the boy..

Im an excellent dongkoi, almost freaked when i found one side of my favourite vintage jaggss went missing. Thank god i found it stuck between the compartments of my bag. Almost did the silliest thing of taking out the other lens to turn it into a lens-less glasses, would've completed my current look of a full-on geek since im taking forever to complete my ONE AND ONLY report.

I guess months of not studying does extreme brain damage.Need you bu.

xoxo

To all Sydneysiders,

Its the SMH's Good Food Month

You know u HAVE to be involved....at least for one of the many offered

i know i'll be a happy kid for the whole of this month

 * Good Food Month *

The Run Through, and over again

 Churros, Paella and awesome Chorizos all mashed in one

Ive done multiple reruns and replays in my head that im starting to get the jitters now. Oh what am i saying, i've always had the jitters when it came to this. and more so now than ever.

Im 20, and by the time i graduate, ill be 21. TheMotherPong thinks i can do it, with the support of the others and all, but honestly, I've only a pair of hands. Yeah sure, maybe its a tough and durable pair, a pair that has gone through a fair bit over the past 2 years; but hey! im not sure im ready at all.

The passion is most definitely THERE there all right. The thoughts of the constant grinding of the espresso machine, the cling clanging of tableware, the lingering aroma of my all time favourite Jamon Serrano, that chatty table of 5, that lady in white sipping chai, that rustic oak communal table, shouting chefs, my sister entertaining guests, good ol' classics on the stereo, and of cos, the mother smiling at her daughter, for she has done her good.

and then the rerun comes back again and goes through what seems to be the millionth cycle. At this point, i should run.

but of course my sanity would lock my feet down, as of always. so im here again, back to square one. Reminiscing about the good ol days when MsBaboon n I would talk in the wee hours about the life ahead of us, i guess she understood me most amongst the rest when it came to things like that. talking about it always made us WANT to do it.

so i guess ill be doing it one way or another, its been the only thing i wanted to do (apart from fashion that is) since god knows when...

the big problem is though, how do i get there?........

oh who am i kidding, we'll start modest....how do i begin ?

me is scared.

me is really scared.

No Answer

No answer, Lush Lane

I almost annoyed myself searching high and low for Philip Brophy and Martine Corompt's colaborated artwork at Lush Lane, Melbourne when i was there last year. I remember repeatedly annoying MsTan and some couple other victims of how i 'HAVE TO SEE THIS PIECE' and coincidently bumped into it again on a site and daymn...how could i have forgot, it was Lush Lane 

I remember turning my head everytime i walk pass a dark abandoned alley hoping, just hoping that i'd catch it, or at least hear the faint sounds of the echoed rings.

I did that for days like a lost child , weeks even; and finally gave up when i heard no sound from the 8 ringing public telephones.

I guess both artists got what they wanted, the tease of an unreachable art.

The newly converted

Finally managed to pull TheSingz to the dark side-i finally converted her into a vintage addict. Her ex-mentality of 'I CANNOT WEAR WORN CLOTHES' is now buried underground for the next 100 years. Oh, the glory!

I should become a preacher, and start converting the rest of the world. Daymn, that would be a great place to live in. We'd all live in happy clothes!

SHAG was a good place to start for her, great even! It's one of the best places to dig in for timeless pieces, i could/should/would camp in there and live in their clothes foreveerrrrrr. To my lovely Melbournians, go do SHAG, there are 3 outlets: Chapel St, Collins St and Brunswick St. The best being the one at Chapel.. To Sydneysiders, head straight to Paddington.....its the loveliest shop

and now she's just being really greedy

=( 

Im Your Preacher, come to meeee...come to meeee...

I still cant believe MySashimiSista DID NOT buy ANYTHING whilst her visit here

i really duno how she does it

The near fall of the gal

see how im balancing on a narrow wall, not funny

I want to travel to Bordeaux with these suitcases

Certified 

Now that i've done my first preaching, who wants to be 2nd? I don't charge for service, but u have to prepare to spend!.. mail me, call me, fax me...we'll be best friends

The Bamboo Junkies say HI!

New Items after almost a month....phoo!!.....

happy shopping peeps!

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keep the support comin!

The 4 day holiday...or so

It's one of those things you do as a fren when a gf wants burden lifted off her shoulders...

you bring them shopping and eating, well, at least for temporary recovery you do that....and then you get down to business and do the long chat, the chat you've been doing for years, the chat that you wonder for allll these years, does it even work?? or does it work like a non stop hurricane twirling its way almost (just almost) seeming to stop, and yet still suckin in roof houses and destroying frontyards....like it always does.

but hopefully one day someone will put a stop to natural disasters.....and then maybe Mrs Ef could smile a lil more than she would normally, cos then her frontyard would look like a beautiful piece of Picasso, now, wouldnt that be more beautiful?

ps: happy belated birthday...a year older, and hopefully a year wiser

Some fishmarket, a lil bit of Bondi and some tartare sauce please

Brought our guests over for some good ol seafood at the Sydney Fish Market and boy did i get a lil too excited. Being a slut for all things seafood, i think i did not maintain my cool very well....we took at least 20 mins going round the windows picking the best from each and then settling upon a whole baked seabass, 1/2 kilo of King Prawns, 500g of sake sashimi, 1/2 dozen oysters, deep fried calamari, and a couple half shelled scallops.....all for only MyNomadPartner, CaptCurry and myself......and we havnt touched seafood since....

MySashimiSista, moi, MyNomadPartner

MySashimiSista and her boy had a whole lobster to themselves...jealous niiiii

The Bamboo Junkies and YentehYenteh

Tats's visitorsssss from down south

TheSingz, and Daphnois

The Seagull attack

Our mandatory sisterhood shot

Lovers in the park

Being lost kids when there were no maxi taxis

The cause of my scarred cleavage..if i even had one

I wish we had more alone time, it wouldve been way better that way

From everywhere

Looking superbly sesat

and more.....

ciao bella