What happened to this guy?

I notice that I never looked at the camera.

And my brother is a handsome bloke.

Geez. :)

I was shy then, wasn't I.


No wonder nobody thought I would make it in media.














Well, I'm a wildcard.

edit: Note that racy calendar in the top corner of the last pic. I still remember it! What were you thinking, Dad! (On that note:FHM OR BUST! Always, always, always wanted to work with FHM. Thanks Dad, for an early start. *beats chest twice with fist and points at the old man)

Untwist thy knickers.

"Knickers cannot be untwisted. Seek help." ~ my fortune cookie.

I get the weirdest fortune cookies.

Early this year I had one that said "You will meet someone you always wanted to meet.""

On that note:

Who are you, mysterious Indian person?

You've visited here twice in a day.

Why do you come here? I'd love to know you.

Meanwhile, pictures.















I may spend too much time alone.

Isn't it time you rejoined the human race, Mr. Special?


3rd person narrative so fun. Must do it again. Sleepy. No. Strike that.

Drunk.

Talk later. Must. Go. Parteh.

Ticketed!

This is so awesome, I just had to write about it.

I'm going to my melonhead newphew's 1 month anniversary party. My brother lives in Sengkang and I'm trying to get trim again after months of binge drinking hijinks. So I opted to cycle. After all, with my new flash wheels, how can I resist?

So I am merrily spinning along, and a man in white pulls up alongside me and motions me to the side of the road.

Long and short of it (because I am too lazy to make this any more interesting) he gave me a ticket for riding my bicycle on the expressway. That made me so excited. I could hardly act rebuked. I was smiling but trying to pretend not to be gleeful. Yea, I know. I'm not really right in my head. I mean, how many cyclists get pulled to the side by the traffic police? I am awesome.

I suppose scale-wise, I could have been speeding. I think I did 48km/h at some point. But I could be wrong and that was some other part of the ride.

I liked the cop. After chatting with him a while, I realised that he was trying to knock some sense into me. He admitted he used to cycle too. (He was kind of chubby). He even gave me directions to Sengkang (after I broke down his stern demeanor) but thought I was nuts when he saw my IC and realised I was going there from Clementi. I bet he felt good that he had educated another errant wayward cyclist.

I didn't bother to point out that I could have been travelling from my gf's house.

Anyway here is the Boy.


Enjoying himself, wot? Think he's the bee's knees. :) Which he is. And the cat's meow, and pajamas. I'd love to be a month old again. That Boy can sleep like a, urm, newborn baby. (Speaking of which, after being tired all week, I shall also turn in early tonight)

He has a name now, but for convenience's sake, I shall continue to call him Melonhead. My niece said what an endearing term for him, and I have a soft spot for all my nephews, nieces, and cousins. So Melonhead it shall be.

Didn't get to tell her the Denephew suggestion though. Am sure that would have made her smile more. Incidentally she also said, babies all look alike.

So the onus is now on the Boy to be special. I like to pile on the pressure early.

Also, here's some loot. My job has some privileges, like free stuff. I rikey.



Polarised lenses! They shall be my new riding shades.

All in all, this does not bode well for my future in driving. But in motorsports racing.... HUGE fan. I'm a gentle caressing ace. A legend in my own mind. Ahaha.

Yes, take me drunk, please, I'm home.

Gently Caress It!

I'm feeling stressed.

Today, I went out and met a heck lot of editors and a writer, plus I helped out my friend with something she's helping a friend with.


I suddenly remember why I left my last job in copywriting.

When you put writing (a creative thing) under scrutiny, that part of you just wants to shrivel up and die.

Writing shouldn't be judged.

Thank goodness for this blog. I can type bad english. Boring, uninteresting English.

Yay.

Btw, 'gently caress' is what kids are calling it these days. I don't give a gently caressing damn, really.

Tee hee.

Sleepy sleepy

That is now my official site mascot.

A mutation of the internet meme:

{o,o}
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-"-"-
O RLY?

I don't know why an owl though.


According to the Urban Dictionary:

O rly 1537 up, 123 down


Internet slang, short for "Oh, really?". Used in the following ways; often sarcastic:

1. In response to someone who has said/pointed out something very obvious

2. In response to someone who has insulted you or has aggressively disagreed with you

3. In response to a boring, nerdy comment you don't understand or care about (i.e. a peice of trivia)

4. In response to a comment that seems hard to believe or a lie

Occasionally some will respond to an "O rly?" comment with "ya rly" or "rly", but this is lame and not recommended.

1. A: Dude! Did you see this? There's an eye on the pyramid on the back of all these dollar bills!

B: O rly?

2. A: You're a fucking loser, A Cinderella Story was a shitty movie.

B: O rly.

3. A: Yes, but did you all know that the word "catapult" is of Hungarian and French origin and roughly translates to blah blah blah......

B: o rly?

4. A: My aunt is friends with Lindsay Lohan's agent's sister, and she's said that Lindz is totally not a cokehead, so stfu.

B: O RLY?

And according to Wikipedia's entry:

O RLY?, short for "Oh, really?" is a popular Internet phenomenon, typically presented as an image macro featuring a Snowy Owl. The usual conversation flow starts with O RLY?, triggering a YA RLY ("Yeah, really") response, followed by a NO WAI! ("No way"). These may be used in combination with any number of other Internet slang expressions.

The phrase "O RLY?" is typically used in a sarcastic or sardonic manner, often in response to a statement that the speaker feels is obvious, or blatantly self-contradictory. Some Internet forum trolls may also reply O RLY? in response to a lengthy post (see also TLDR).


My point is? I have to get some work started. As I've explained before, I use this blog to get the engine turning.

It's not working.

How about a crappy joke?

What animal can jump higher than a house?

None. A house can't jump. *rimshot*

Think I've told that one before here.

Yep. Warming up a bit. Later.

And feet don't touch the ground

Nobody knows this... but I let my riding clothes dry under my table at work.

That can be our little secret. Let's hook last fingers.

And oh yea, breakfast was pathetic.



But really cute, though.

And I'm looking for a bag. It just isn't working out to bring 2 bags to work. This is where most of the stuff goes in:



Laptop, charger, mouse, coins, keys, notebooks (real notebooks), files/documents, a magazine or two, and a book (hardcover). The bag has 2 large pockets on the cover/flap. There is also an attachment for a phone/ipod.






The other bag is a simple sling bag, from my time in France. Incidentally I also bought the Quiksilver in Paris. How weird.




Anyway, its a real chore to bring both bags in to work. They slide around and are super uncomfortable, because one of the straps bite into my shoulder... I can't tell which one though. They like take turns. And I have no space for shoes.

So now I have the lust on for this:






This baby takes everything, plus my melonhead nephew could probably sleep in there too. Seriously, the thing is waterproof, so if you make it buoyant, you could row it like a canoe. And I'm only exaggerating a little.

Which colour, though?

I wish I remember everything you said

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The Waltz by Silje Nergaard

Strike up the band let it play
Love songs to haunt me and I will stay
But when it comes to a waltz
Both words and music will ring false

For you waltzed in
And spun my world
Around in dizzy dance
I swirled
But suddenly
You waltzed away from me

Those violins, they must go
So no careless hand with a bow
May play on the strings of my heart
And make me remember how lovers part

How you waltzed in
And spun my world
Around in dizzy dance
I swirled
But suddenly
You waltzed away from me

Strike up the band let it play
Whatever it chooses and I will say
Play me a waltz if you will
I'll sit here and listen waiting until

My love returns
To take my world
And spin it' round
In dizzy swirl
Where girl loves boy
And boy loves girl
And feet don't touch the ground


Why is it that my eyes well up when I hear this song?

Beautiful Day

I really need a life.

Going to write my novel and tv show instead.

Escape.

Like the cat.

Sticker Storm

I know. This is getting old. But this is me.

By the way, my profile on www.togoparts.com.