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?

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}
|)__)
-"-"-
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?