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.

O My broken heart.

I have no energy for more.


Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways,
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low,
I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not,
And restless and lost on a road that I know.


--Henry Lawson, Australian poet.

Tommyknockers, tommyknockers

I bought myself some time today.




I dub thee, Tommy.


Late last night and the night before,
Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, knocking at the door.
I want to go out, don't know if I can,
'Cause I'm so afraid of the Tommyknocker man.

Tommyknockers, knocking at your door,
you'd better scream yourself awake,
Tommyknockers, knocking at your door,
your eyes, growing wide.

The tommyknockers
they reached you honey
now they're waiting for you
the tommyknockers

knocking at the door.

- a popular childhood rhyme.

My Day in Pictures

Saw a super duper cute shitz zu puppy today.




Benjamen the plant has put forth another two or three jasmines. What a fruitcake.



My flat is the only one in our block to display the national day flag this year. Well, 1 out of 2.





I went to see the Simpsons movie just now. I loved it.



I nearly bought a camera, but held myself back. Why? I love photography. I'm freakin' filmlab@Botmail.com

But I have reservations. No camera is good enough. I'd rather have a crappy camera I use all day long, like my mobile phone cam, than a great one I never bring around that's not with me when I need it.



And: how my day went:

Vincent - spider-pig, spider-pig says: (AM 12:02)
good, good. i managed to resist spending money. so my dad is great.
breezyland says: (AM 12:02)
dad is great?
Vincent - spider-pig, spider-pig says: (AM 12:02)
LOL
Vincent - spider-pig, spider-pig says: (AM 12:02)
i meant day
Vincent - spider-pig, spider-pig says: (AM 12:03)
but yes, my dad is great too.


I wish there is more I can do.

Shwag.

An Ode to Beer.

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be,
There's brisker pipes than poetry.
Say for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?

Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.

And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past.
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,

And carried half-way hame, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;

And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky;
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;

The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.

--From A.E. Housman "Terence this is stupid stuff"

I love beer. It keeps me sane.

In other news, I have an idea for a new publication.

I am drunk, so I cannot elaborate.

Best for us all really.

That said, I hate poetry. I'd rather read a poem about farts.

Beer is close enough.

Stella and fly

There is nothing wrong with you.

You are okay.

We are all people.

We make mistakes.

The best of us, those who survive, rise above our mistakes. We make up for our losses, shine on our youth, and rebuild our futures. And we never let go or give up.

Don't make your heart small.

Reach out to people.

That is all there is to life.



You read that?

Good.

Read it again.

Repeat.

Read it till you feel fine.

Then listen:

Amy Winehouse - You Know I’m No Good

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Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You're tearing me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and bitter
You say we'll marry 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
You truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good



I love Amy Winehouse.


And another song just right for me right now:

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Amy Winehouse ~ Rehab


They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no
Yes I've been black and when I come back, you'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
They tried to make me go to rehab I won’t go, go, go

I’d rather be at home with Ray
I ain’t got seventy days
Cos there’s nothing,there's nothing you can teach me
That I can’t learn from Mr Hathaway

Didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no
Yes I've been black and when I come back, you'll know know know
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
They tried to make me go to rehab I won’t go, go, go

The man said "why do you think you here?"
I said "I got no idea"
[Rehab lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

I’m gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near
He said "I just think you’re depressed"
Kiss me, here baby and go rest

They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no
Yes I've been black but when I come back,you'll know, know, know

I don’t ever want to drink again
I just, ooh just need a friend
I’m not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I’m on the mend

it’s not just my pride
It’s just till these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no
Yes I've been black and when I come back, you'll know know know
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
They tried to make me go to rehab I won’t go, go, go


Carthasis. Have you tried it?

It's nearly better than sex.

UPDATE: Poll

No grunts and snorts, as yet. I will keep looking.

Meanwhile, I am theorising that girls think primarily in squeals and giggles.

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Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:12)
hey im conducting a flash poll
Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:12)
do you talk the way you type?
MaYviN says: (PM 02:12)
nope
MaYviN says: (PM 02:12)
there you have it. i never say 'nope' loud
Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:12)
yea right! 
Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:12)
do you think in english?
MaYviN says: (PM 02:12)
:) most people do
MaYviN says: (PM 02:13)
no again
Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:13)
what do you think in?
Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:13)
my theory is that most guys think in grunts and snorts
MaYviN says: (PM 02:14)
in words. concepts. it can be any language. but actually probably most of them are in english.
MaYviN says: (PM 02:15)
then many ideas cluster around these 'one concepts'
Vincent - stella and fly says: (PM 02:17)
fascinating

This is not a blog.

Blogs are stupid OP-EDS by people who don't have a newspaper to air their views in.

I don't give 2 shits about any opinion, really. Blah blah blah fairy-cakes.

So this isn't a blog. This is what it is: Is this blog hell?

Okay, I heard from a friend that, apparently 80% of all ppl do not talk the way they type. So I'm doing a poll on my MSN list.


Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:41)
do u talk the way u type?
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:41)
pretty much yeah
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:41)
i tend to pause a lot
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:46)
do u think in english?
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:47)
yeaps
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:52)
i thought guys mostly think in grunts and snorts
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:52)
1 grunt = yes. 2 grunts = no. snort = maybe. tts abt all there is to it.
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:52)
lol
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:52)
pure binary logic :)
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:53)
01 = snort    10 = grunt  00 = 2 grunt
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:53)
that's binary logic
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:54)
ok :) I see you have ur snorts and grunts all sorted out
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:54)
can i put this conversation on my blog?
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:54)
sure
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:54)
i think its super duper hilarious
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:56)
i have a friend who thinks in french
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:56)
so we're always crossing wires
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:56)
dude.. i think in english even when i speak malay
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:56)
how fucked up is that balls?
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:56)
i don't know what i think when i speak mandarin
Vincent - stella and fly says: (AM 10:56)
i mostly pretend that im frm HCJC
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:57)
i think in ENGLISH when i speak mandarin
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:57)
but hokkien just spews from my mouth
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:57)
lol
created with passion..perfected by obsession says: (AM 10:57)
well what limited knowledge i have of it anyways..

The poll continues.

Thank kew you, G~d

I should have woken up earlier.

But half an hour later and it rained.

Stupid rain.

However, I am not so easily defeated.





Now I really feel this one.

Need a goooood bagggg.....

In other news, I got my cover girl. Yes!

And so now I've got a licence to chill.

Who's with me?