What would your own album look like if you were in a band? Follow the directions below and find out...
Here are the rules:
1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random... Read More”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.
So...
Loca Sanchez PRESENTS
To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation.
and this is the album cover.
sweet.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
today.
bro-in-law's birthday party. dad flew in for a conference so he managed to make it too.
was contemplating showing up at the airport at 5.45am to pick him up. the only reason being so that it would be *me* and not my sister as the first face he sees / person he hugs when he arrives.
sibling rivalry. she's 30. i'm 21. it's still going on.
yep.
so everything basically turned out the way i expected it to. dad comes in. sees my sister. not me. picks up her son and plays with him for the rest of the day.
while i sit in a corner sulking. 21 years on. things are still the same.
sis and mom get into fights a lot more now with the whole marriage and i-know-more-than-you it's-my-family-i'll-do-what-i-want argument.
dad tries to patch things up.
sis storms off to go have a shower.
mom makes a joke about her. all 3 of us laugh. and i wonder if this is the first time in my 21 years that my parents are siding with me rather than my sis.
and then i realise that it was the parents against her.
she's still my dad's favourite though.
when i was a kid i really wanted to master how to do proper cartwheels. the only reason being that it was what i considered to be the fastest way to get my parents' attention.
i've never really got the attention i wanted. maybe that's why the attention seeking streak is still present.
so yep. good amount of family politics. 5 hours of favouritism later and i'm itching to leave. and am still pouting in a corner because no one loves me.
haughtily walk out and down the street. i hear my heels clicking with every step. and then remember that my dad is walking next to me. somehow that calmed me down. he was only walking me to the station but we managed to stop by superdrug for some moisturizer and m&s to get cottage cheese.
last night was the party in-line with london fashion week. the theme was pretty much anti-fashion so i thought i might as well go in character as miss winehouse.
it's fun getting into character. fake tattoos and a bottle permanently fixed to my hand. it gives a little release from the real world.
post party, find myself still with my shoes on and standing perfectly straight.
pretty much one of the most sober people from the party at that moment in connaught hall.
tuesday dhruwil's birthday. went down to the lse bar. had a couple of drinks and left him to his drunken cricket mates to go get dinner on a "lad's night out".
thanks. but i'll pass.
thursday was kings' sri lankan society's pre party. pretty decent music but a really empty dancefloor. once again was too sober for my own good so felt totally self-conscious on the dancefloor. quite a number of familiar faces so that was nice.
bro-in-law's birthday party. dad flew in for a conference so he managed to make it too.
was contemplating showing up at the airport at 5.45am to pick him up. the only reason being so that it would be *me* and not my sister as the first face he sees / person he hugs when he arrives.
sibling rivalry. she's 30. i'm 21. it's still going on.
yep.
so everything basically turned out the way i expected it to. dad comes in. sees my sister. not me. picks up her son and plays with him for the rest of the day.
while i sit in a corner sulking. 21 years on. things are still the same.
sis and mom get into fights a lot more now with the whole marriage and i-know-more-than-you it's-my-family-i'll-do-what-i-want argument.
dad tries to patch things up.
sis storms off to go have a shower.
mom makes a joke about her. all 3 of us laugh. and i wonder if this is the first time in my 21 years that my parents are siding with me rather than my sis.
and then i realise that it was the parents against her.
she's still my dad's favourite though.
when i was a kid i really wanted to master how to do proper cartwheels. the only reason being that it was what i considered to be the fastest way to get my parents' attention.
i've never really got the attention i wanted. maybe that's why the attention seeking streak is still present.
so yep. good amount of family politics. 5 hours of favouritism later and i'm itching to leave. and am still pouting in a corner because no one loves me.
haughtily walk out and down the street. i hear my heels clicking with every step. and then remember that my dad is walking next to me. somehow that calmed me down. he was only walking me to the station but we managed to stop by superdrug for some moisturizer and m&s to get cottage cheese.
last night was the party in-line with london fashion week. the theme was pretty much anti-fashion so i thought i might as well go in character as miss winehouse.
it's fun getting into character. fake tattoos and a bottle permanently fixed to my hand. it gives a little release from the real world.
post party, find myself still with my shoes on and standing perfectly straight.
pretty much one of the most sober people from the party at that moment in connaught hall.
tuesday dhruwil's birthday. went down to the lse bar. had a couple of drinks and left him to his drunken cricket mates to go get dinner on a "lad's night out".
thanks. but i'll pass.
thursday was kings' sri lankan society's pre party. pretty decent music but a really empty dancefloor. once again was too sober for my own good so felt totally self-conscious on the dancefloor. quite a number of familiar faces so that was nice.
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