Jargon Fever

Pilot: This is chrome-plated stove-pipe triple-nickle eight ball, angels eight, five in the slot, boots on and laced, I wanna bounce and blow.

Tower: Roger, you've got the nod to hit the sod.


The translation goes something like this:

Pilot: This is silver jet, 5558 (callsign), height 8000ft, 5 miles inbound (to the runway), gear down and locked, request permission for a touch and go.

Tower: Roger, cleared for touch and go.


I love jargon. I'm the Jargon Master.


Nobody knows what I am talking about. You, there. That's who I mean.


I'm waiting for my designer to finish uploading the magazine to the printer.

I have worked 14 days straight. I feel dead.

Loving this song:

Straitjacket Feeli...

A lot, a *lot*.


Straitjacket Feeling - All-American Rejects

Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you're the problem and you can't feel
Try this on, straitjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing
Yesterday was hell

But Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be,
That face is tearing holes in me again

Trust you its just one defense
Off a list of others, you don't make sense
Beg me time and time again
to take you back now, but you can't win
Take back now, my life you're stealing
Yesterday was hell

But Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me,

but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you

And when that memory slips away
There will be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
grip falls away
Yesterday was hell

But Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me,

but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you


I'm going to leave now. And I won't be back for a while.

I don't know where to go.

Help me

I am an angry, angry person.

I am not happy and I am not depressed.

I'm just stuck on nowhere land, unable to care.

Even the thought of sex doesn't interest me as much as it used to.

I need to die or summat. This isn't working out.

But one thing I do know...you don't want to fuck with me today. I may feel nothing but anger but that, I can do really really really well.

Fangs, out.

trance trance revolution

People like trance because it brings them to places they can never go.

And the places they used to go? won't let them in anymore.

This little piggy went to heaven...

This is probably my most frivolous post to date.

My toenails have stopped growing. I don't remember the last time I cut them, which means they've been this length for a month or more. So why aren't they longer?


My feet are butt-ugly. Possibly uglier than my butt. But No way Hosei am I posting a picture of my butt.

Besides, how would I take the picture?

Honestly, I have no idea why you needed to see that.


You now officially know too much.

Party for one.

And you're invited.



I forget why I wanted to post this entry.

I even forget what prompted me to start.

Oh yea. Beer.

MBUK (Mountain Bike UK magazine) gave me a free bottle opener, so even though I've been trying to quit drinking, (INTERVENTION!) I went right ahead and screwed my brain over tonight.

Oh well, at least someone got fucked.

Fat is as fat does

In 2006, I rode a total of 7000 kilometers.

It's already August. I've only done 1,840km. What have I been doing?



Disgusting, that.

And ever since I started this job, I've heeded my body's call to 'eat like a fat person'.

I'm going to start myself on interval training. Trying to hit 10,000 km by 2008 is not too much to ask for is it?

Fatty must die.

Can't... stop... shaking... booty

Transfer of "Gabriel and Dresden-Arcadia.mp3" is complete.
David says: (PM 08:04)
thx
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:04)
not sure its your kind of music
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:05)
but it is working for me right now
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:05)
i play the same few tracks when i ride to work
David says: (PM 08:05)
ok
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:05)
and when i work
David says: (PM 08:05)
will try
David says: (PM 08:05)
:)
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:05)
haha
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:05)
its like being in a smoky club with lots of hot chicks rubbing against you
David says: (PM 08:05)
:)
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:05)
except that you're really in an office and there's no hot chicks
Vincent - trance trance revolution says: (PM 08:06)
but smile! coz you can pretend


What an awesome day.

Yesterday, my girls finished selling ALL the ad space in our magazine.

Today, I finished writing ALL the articles for the magazine.

Tomorrow, my designer will finish laying out ALL the pages in the magazine.

Fuck us! We are awesome! (TM)

Who can I hump?

Backward reeleth the mind...

I'm done!

Or nearly done. Now begins the copy proofing and last minute edits. 2 more days to press time. I hope my designer can work miracles.

42 articles and ads in 12 days.

How did I do that?

You say that like it's a bad thing

gonococcus has left a new comment on your post ""You can stand under my umbrella"":

chaindrops? time to send the bike in for servicing!

Thanks, gonococcus. That is a good idea. I must confess, 2 of the drops were due to bad crashes, and 3 of them were from bad up shifts (or is it down? I always mix up the two), one that planted the chain between my spokes and cassette, and the other two in between cranks and BB. But still, spirit fingers. I won't say it if it weren't true.

Anyway, I not only need the whole bike and fork serviced (the last time was in February when I had a complete cable change; fork is due for its first oil change - 5000km baby!), I need to replace my entire drive train. Cranks, BB, rear cassette, and front dee (this guy is 9 years old! And so is my BB!):

XTR M970:


New composite chainring design for improved durability-

-Titanium/Carbon composite chainring-

-Optimized lightweight design for reduced weight while maintaining rigidity-

-Hyperdrive technology for best front shifting-

-New easier installation for left crank with better bearing adjustment-

Also known as "The Most Beautiful Cranks In The World. (TMBCITW) *sigh*

XTR CS-M950:


"Top three cogs are titanium. Five largest cogs are mounted to a alloy carrier to save wear on alloy freehub bodies..." Whatever, dudes. You lost me at 'titanium'. I want it.


And an XTR front dee and 8-speed chain, any generation. XTR all. Money money money. Give it to meeee.


I beat on this bike rather more than anyone would do with his bike, but that's because I've spent the last 9 years with it (as of July 2007) and no longer care about scratches and dirt as much as I would. The paint job still looks good enough that people think it's new(ish) if not for the scratches. I put that down to the protective layer of dirt that's been on it most of its life.




This bike has seen me through my 20s and at least 3 relationships and numerous friendships. I didn't always have a good time at home, and often had to 'get away' from the folks in the middle of the night. One time I ended up falling asleep in Botanical Gardens and watched the sun rise over the lake/pond, with dew all over me and the bike at 7am. The only thing we haven't done together is go on tour.

You're awesome, 'Stang. Still serving me, you old iron horse (aluminium moose?), you.


Click on the nice pic for bigger, better, volkswageny goodness.

If we were a couple, we'd be married by now.

So here's the plan. Let's ride to Vegas and get married. What do you say, El-Moose-stange-roo?




Aww... you're shy.... Hahahaha. I'm just kidding. You didn't really think I was serious did you?










...







Vegas is much too far.

"You can stand under my umbrella"

Dennis Hope: I didn't invent the rainy day, man. I just own the best umbrella.
~ Almost Famous

You know the thing about falling off your bicycle is, there's always someone to watch and then give you a horrified look.

I think they rehearse that look. There's no way people can all ever be so synchronised.

Today, I fell off my bike.

More like slid down off it... in front of a Caucasian lady and her toddler... and one coffeeshop lady I detest.

It was not at all graceful. Imagine an elephant slipping on a banana peel.





You know, it was wet.

I hate my dumbkopf tyres. I need slicks, damnit. Those grip FAR better in the wet. I wonder if they have 2.2 slicks, like for motorcycles. Can anyone let me know?

This makes it 2 falls and 5 chain-drops in the 7th month.


Why I am spending so much time here, when I should be writing my book? This diary earns me zero dollars.

Instant gratification, that's why.

I kill myself

Vincent says: (PM 10:43)
im so cold. freezing
Vincent says: (PM 10:43)
some parent wrote to me with a pic of their baby. so cute
gracie says: (PM 10:43)
this one was the other way roung
Vincent says: (PM 10:43)
signed off , Brooklyn, 11 months
Vincent says: (PM 10:43)
so i wrote back and said
Vincent says: (PM 10:43)
Vincent, 368 months.
Vincent says: (PM 10:44)
tts my sign off at the end
gracie says: (PM 10:44)
are u working from home or office?
Vincent says: (PM 10:44)
im home
gracie says: (PM 10:44)
funny
Vincent says: (PM 10:44)
i can smell the finish line
gracie says: (PM 10:44)
aircon on? why so cold?
Vincent says: (PM 10:44)
rain
Vincent says: (PM 10:44)
and cold water
gracie says: (PM 10:46)
yeah really wet out
Vincent says: (PM 10:47)
i haven't stopped working since 10 am
Vincent says: (PM 10:47)
except for half hour breaks for meals.
Vincent says: (PM 10:47)
hm.
gracie says: (PM 10:48)
hmm..
gracie says: (PM 10:48)
i went for pilates after work
Vincent says: (PM 10:49)
good, good.
Vincent says: (PM 10:49)
i need uPapa.
gracie says: (PM 10:49)
my dad bought one
gracie says: (PM 10:49)
as pressie for himself
gracie says: (PM 10:49)
for father's day...
gracie says: (PM 10:50)
i tried it.. nice
Vincent says: (PM 10:51)
actually, i am 370 months old.
Vincent says: (PM 10:51)
damnit. can't even do simple arithmetic
Vincent says: (PM 10:51)
am glad i didnt' go into accountancy
gracie says: (PM 10:51)
haha
Vincent, 370 months says: (PM 10:53)
so uPapa is good?
Vincent, 370 months says: (PM 10:53)
hm.
Vincent, 370 months says: (PM 10:53)
i can't resist the urge to laugh at the name
gracie says: (PM 11:03)
yeah , thought it was a bit ching chong
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:22)
a bit?
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:23)
it's so far out in chingchong land, you need a chinese helicopter to fly there
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:23)
btw you know what chinese helicopter means right
gracie says: (PM 11:23)
yeah.. chinese ed speaking english
gracie says: (PM 11:23)
chop chop chop
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:23)
lol
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:24)
can you imagine stephen chow saying 'u pa pahhh....'
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:24)
or that george lam fellow
Vincent - Xiao Qiang lai le says: (PM 11:24)
Wo Papa. U papa ?
gracie says: (PM 11:26)
LOL

And the nights are endless.

At any given time, I have up to 3 notebooks in use and in rotation. I used to just keep buying notebooks. My ex threatened me, what with, I forget, but it worked and so I stopped buying notebooks and upgraded to a Palm Zire and then a Tungsten. I sold the first and then my Tungsten died.

Now, I am back to using notebooks, and can add these very special 2 notebooks to my collection. My ex-boss designed the first one and a sweet friend *made* the second for me. Thank you, Squishy. It's refillable, too.

Psychedelic stars, wot? Perfect for the magpie in me. They do look a little kiddie, but then again, remember, you're reading the diary of a guy who just bought a pair of glo-in-the-dark eyeballs




My riding cap. Torn and tattered. Resisting ... urge... to draw... metaphoric parallel... to my heart.

I read somewhere that the hearts of shrimp are located in their heads. How awesome is that?

The days fly by...

I miss my hat.

Have you ever lost something that was so precious to you that you'd look in the most ridiculous places to see if you can find it?

Well, I lost my hat. My green (or is it brown?) is gone.



And I've looked everywhere. Including my bookshelves, where it has no reason to ever go, and behind my tennis racket (ditto). It's so lost, I don't even remember the LAST time I saw it.


It's like my hat suddenly decided that it's had enough of my head and just decided to leave, walk out the door, never ever come back. It didn't even leave a goodbye note. No "It's not you. It's me. This is not what I wanted for us. Please forgive me."

I didn't even get a chance to name it.


I rode to work today brimless, sweating all over my glasses and generally looking like a right fool.


I am grieving. I am not myself without my hat.

Someone buy me a new hat?

Don't anyhow kachiau me. Box you ar.

breezyland says: (PM 11:38)
everyone is entitled to bad days..
Vincent says: (PM 11:40)
i'll just shut up.
breezyland says: (PM 11:41)
huh?
breezyland says: (PM 11:43)
zip????
Vincent says: (PM 11:43)
i talk or don't talk, people still end up being offended or cheesed off.
Vincent says: (PM 11:43)
not you.
Vincent says: (PM 11:43)
but im so freakin tired of it.
Vincent says: (PM 11:43)
i keep quiet, people complain that i keep quiet
breezyland says: (PM 11:43)
lol
breezyland says: (PM 11:43)
like me
Vincent says: (PM 11:44)
they don't realise that i keep quiet because i don't have anything good to say
Vincent says: (PM 11:44)
then make me talk
breezyland says: (PM 11:44)
cos it's not ur usual self
Vincent says: (PM 11:44)
then when i talk, they get offended by things i say. its enough to drive me fucking nuts
breezyland says: (PM 11:44)
yes,..got nothing good to say then better dun say anything



Having a bad fucking day. Someone once told me that people should share both good and bad things with each other, otherwise then friendships would be oh so shallow.

Do I want to talk about it?

In the words of the eternal Vampire Lestat:

"Thank you, but I'd rather suffer, rather dry up like a husk with teeth."

At what point are we allowed to be rude back?

Damn it lar. I'm a mean person. My tongue drips acid and I can make people cry with words. Babies lose it when I'm around because they are scared of me, not because they have poo or pee in their diapers. Coconuts drop from trees at my approach, even if they are not coconut trees.

Now I'm smiling again.

:D I just made a beerface.

Fuck, even my fights are virtual these days.

Thankfully, my accidents are real. Did a jump off a couple of steps when I was pissed off, and hit the front brakes too hard on the landing. Washed out. Stupid of me, I've favoured the front brake way too much these days. I should just rip the rear like I used to.

Never ride when you're angry. You could die.

Only damaged Starship (the iPod) and the seat though.




Was worried that I'd bent my hanger and the front dee. The chain fell off, which makes it the 4th time this 7th month that it's done so. That's compared to NEVER previously. So something is up. Spirit fingers.



I plan to get a ultra-compact camera to stuff into that middle compartment there. The other 2 are for my Blade (phone) and Starship respectively.



Nice little garden in Clementi Ave 2 marketplace.


That's it. I'm still angry and full of fire. Aren't you glad I shared?

We so Awesome.

I once wrote a play titled 'Something To Eat'. Here's the poem that I ended the play with.

LOVE (III)
by George Herbert


Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

Yet another unedited post.

Jack Kerouac would be so proud.

From Wiki "Kerouac utilized Chögyam Trungpa's "first-thought-best-thought" Buddhist idea,[10] and applied it to spontaneous writing; many of his books exemplified this approach... The central features of this writing method were the ideas of breath (borrowed from Jazz and from Buddhist meditation breathing), improvising words over the inherent structures of mind and language, and not editing a single word .... Connected with his idea of breath was the elimination of the period, preferring to use a long, connecting dash instead. As such, the phrases occurring between dashes might resemble improvisational jazz licks. When spoken, the words might take on a certain kind of rhythm, though none of it pre-meditated."

I realise, there's a lot of phrases that I use that I have to keep explaining.

Here's a few:

"Bring on the A game."
- this means don't play a B game when you should be showing me your A game.


"Drop the hammer."
- drop it on the anvil. This means strike while the iron is hot. It means to work really really hard.


"Bring it."
- Bring the A Game, bee-yotch.


"The early bird catches the cold."
- I can't think of why anyone needs this explained.

"Redline; redlining"
- means I'm at my limit, or trying to reach it. Drawn from the world of cars, where if you redline, you're overdue for a gear shift.


"I'd fly the river."
- Fly (over) the river (of tears). Rhymes with 'cry me a river." When that river is flowing, do you really want to swim in it? Flying the river means (to me) distancing myself from things that distract from whatever I'm trying to accomplish.

Language is so fun. The finish line is visible. Gonna redline it, play my A-game, drop the hammer and fly the river.

Hence the previous post: If you build it, they will come. Life, you know? For the slow... "Life. If you build it, they will come."

Meese me?

This graphic was on the first website that I ever designed.

Back in 1997. Holy crap. Seeing this surely did bring a smile to my face, it surely did.


:]

If you build it, they will come.

Hello
I've waited here for you
Everlong

Tonight
I throw myself into
And out of the red, out of her head she sang

Come down
And waste away with me
Down with me

Slow how
You wanted it to be
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang

Chorus-
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang


Breathe out
So I could breathe you in
Hold you in

And now
I know you've always been
Out of your head, out of my head I sang

Chorus-
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang

Chorus-
And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang

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I'd fly the river

But the river is flowing. That's right.

I won't be here very much for the next 2 weeks.

Got a magazine to put to bed.

Again.

But hey, even weeds want to have flowers eh?

So maybe I'll drop by once in a while or so.

I think I'm secretly depressed. As in, it's suppressed, but I won't feel it till 2 weeks later. I desperately need Mentos, or a Polo Lifesaver.


Here's to a complete break from reality. "You'll find me in the next life, if not in this one."

Hermit's World

It's good to get your heart broken, because this way, when it shatters into a million pieces, you get many many tiny hearts.

And you can love more people - as many people as you have pieces.

But you can only love a little bit at a time, coz, you know.

It's not the whole heart anymore.










Hey, these pics are of the newly made West Coast. Probably the shortest beach ever. I wonder what it's good for.

Boy do these pictures suck.

By the way, if you ever see someone on the road wearing a hat that looks like this:



And on a bike painted an impossible shade of blue...

Please say hi.

I think my hermit days are over.

I hate you, Karma. Will you go out with me? We could have fun.

We're already seeing so much of each other.

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I name stuff.

So many things have been named, I can no longer keep track.

I even forgot what my mouse was called.

I've done this all my life.

Just a quick record:

Mouse - Calvin
Fan - Louise
USB thumbdrive - Colgate



iPod - Starship
Mobile phone - Blade
Clock -Tommy
Typewriter - Leviathan
Laptop - Leviathan II
Caterpillars - Macey and Wallace
Money plant - Bishop
Jasmine plant - Benjamin
Tungsten PDA - Blade Runr
PC - TFL KITT (The Film Lab Kit)
Dog - Kylie
Hamster - Mabel
Shoes - Left and Right
Tennis racket - Natasha
Stikfas dragon - William
Stikfas warrior girl - Helen
The Boy - Melonhead

Ok, the Boy isn't mine. But what the heck, he IS my nephew. I get naming rights.

Alright, that's all I remember. So this way I'll never forget anything I named. If I missed out any of you sweethearts, it wasn't what I wanted.

(Feelings get hurt, ya know.)

The Perfect Non Sequitur

You asked for it...

Now you got it.






Glow in the dark balls.

I used to have one when I was a kid. I loved it. Because I generally like bright glittery objects that also glow in the dark.

I had the brain of a magpie.

So one day I had the bright idea (hahaha) to bring it to the beach, where I lit it up with a camera flash and threw it out to sea to see if I could watch it return to shore. That baby ball burned BRIGHT! I named it Sparky.

Lost it forever.

That's the way I am, I have stupid ideas that I carry out on impulse. And then I spend years trying to recover what I've lost. My life is one long 'rememberances of things past'.

Well, today, I chanced upon these balls in a toy shop over in Taka. Too bad they had to have bright blue eyes painted on, but I'll eventually bounce those off.

And I'm going to the beach tomorrow with my bike light.

Ya huh. This is why I bought two of them.


To continue with the theme of this post: An entirely gratuitous shot of my boss's '72 MG Spyder dashboard panel.



And one of the bike.



Because why not. Who cares? Magpie brain, remember?

Say, those balls DO look like eggs.

Nummy nummy.

My Richness

Happy happy day.

I rode to Sentosa Cove with a friend and felt like a rich man.






Yes, this shall be my neighbourhood. Where my children will grow up.

Onward.

Intervention?

Hello. My name is Mr Special and I am an alcoholic.

Today marks the 5th anniversary that I got together with my girl.



I *just* *have* to let go.

And I need to *stop* drinking.

Argh.

Something has to happen.

I'll never know, coz you'll never show.

I am going to write a book titled 'The History of Screwups'.

Sad to say, it'll take more knowledge than I possess at the moment.

But I can always catch up! With, personal experience!


On that note, what's the hardest thing to do? At the moment, it is letting go of someone.

Nobody goes to a coffeeshop and drinks beer till they are shitfaced because they are happy.

Scary Mary

Tommy here, looking like he's got some ideas about dreamcatching.



Obligatory visit to the optometrist tells me that I am at risk for glaucaoma. Career hazard, wot? Also, I have larger than average pupils.

That explains why I hate sunlight and work better in the dark.



My notebook. I write from back to front.

Do you know what they say about people who have big feet?

That's right. They wear big shoes.

Do you know what they say about people who have big pupils?

I haven't got the faintest, but I dated a big-eyed girl once. Incredible peepers. To quote Debbie, I was lost in her eyes.

Hey buddy, eyes up here ;) Weren't looking anywhere else, sweets.