fancy that qut is down...

also the mona lisa painting is fucking tiny.

Yo Yo Yo

whats up in the hood of brisbane town.
i currently am running on like 32 hours of no sleep as we make our slow way home.
turns out theres only so much foreighn shit u can put up with before u cut sick and growl at gypsies.
well i did that on like the third day.
ros made me so paranoid about raising an arse check one iota and having my "hole" bag and pass port and virginity stolen all at once.
fuck i hate laptop keyboards. specialy ones in japaneses.
at least its not a fucking french layout. that was fucked. the m key was like where l was and the z key was like where 62 is.
so yeah fucked.
well xmas ever was interesting.
met up with tim from moretons on 23rd in gay paris (pronounced gay pareeeeeeeee) and we did a few tourist things like walk along the champs de alesi or some long road in paris that leads to the arc de triumph, which presumeably they surrended tothe nazis..
then we decided to go see the moulin rouge building. let me tell you, if youve ever had to sit thru that terrible movie, in real life theres many more sex shops and "live shows" lining the road.
i counted like 6 in the space of 200m`s.... it was like soho in london, cept they werent gay bars...ask tim about that!!!
anyway we decided to check the price of the windmilled adorned building, and it was pretty exy, it was 97 euro for show and 1/2 bottle of the most dryest champagne known to man, it wasnt worded like that, butnearly was.
that equates to like 150 aud per person, and as tim said afterwards thats the most exspensive strip show hes ever been to.
anyway it was like 630pm abd the show didnt start till like 9pm, so we went next door and proceeded to sink piss for a good 2 hours..
managed to see jennnnings and danni begg, which was... unexpected to say the least...
oh also we called mum and dad pissed at 530am to say happy xmas, cause it was only like 830pm at night which equated to 530am at home. crazy time zones. i mean FUCK!
anywhoo tits gallore, ore coronas afterwards, lots more.
some how caught the metro home on last train of the evening...
long story shorty, in the morning, after reciecing a 1am (paris tine) nsg from laurie saying happy birthday jesus, i decided to try and call jesus on the big white phone.... only managed to get god tho..he says hi laurie、いんせでんｔｌｙ。。
ををw意までイｔ　語いんじゃ派円背ご

well thats what i get for being in japan i guess.
tokoyos narita`s airport is shit.

oh oh wifey bought me a PSP tho. and it fucking rules. now i can play burnout whereever i am, includinge but not limited to the toilet.
also it has wifi, bu i cant find a fucking free wifi point... in japan... comne one!!
normandy beaches were cool, did the yank side, as the brits side we couldnt do, and we had no interest in the canadians...
pont du hoc, is 100% pristene preserved from when it hapaened, including masive craters were amnunition bunkers used to be, to where chunks of their 2m thick walls were blown to.
what else, ahh top of ze efeiel tower is a fucking LONG way up!!
also snowboarding is the cooooolest thing in the world!!!
had 2 pretty hard falls, one involeing my head going end of end down the mountain...
well im tired as fuck, cause i cant sleep on the plane, and its 3:28pm and i dont land in BRISBANE will around that time TONMROWOWOWOWOWOW
SPRING TIME FOR HITLER!