The Cow

As it is, as someone in the office has coined this pretty much frequently used phrase, for those who which to advance in their path, “Waiting Til The Cows Come Home”.

In many respects we all are, the ‘Cows’ could be anything to be I guess, a cash cow according to the BCG, or well, the answer to your question as the way it is, whatever it may be.

Yes, writing vaguely again. Disclaimer: Go write your own blog if you think me wanna act cheem.

Anywho, as most of my friends would tell, I’ve been waiting til the cows comes home, in a way it’s good and bad. But I guess as I have found out, everyone, who is a minion in their form, is serving their mandatory 8 hours sentence of being incarcerated in a cell.. oops.. I meant cubicle.

As I have learnt form time and time again, people who have a few more yers of thi ahead of me (everythings relative). In some instances they are right, this 2 years or so seems to be an eternity, and yet a flash of lightning through my ver existence so far.

Don’t hope what you wish for. Seriously, you’d be up for it when you least expect it, I would think you would subtley and subconsciously slowly fit into the mould you want to be, it’s all about learning and time, being concaved.

These 2 years, would be superficially nothing years for me, but to wait and wait, learning come with failures and mistakes, would that be considered an achievement? To learn even though you can show it, as yet?

It takes time, it takes time, your time will comes, don’t need to reinforce that to me, I would be pretty flushed now if I had a penny for everytimie I heard that.

Hence, I am waiting for the cow to come home, hopefully in amonth or so…..

Might As Well....

“pos©: Jogobonito Portu-gal!!! says:
and yesh abt my blog ..will start writing soon.
XXX says:
gd gd..look forward 2 reading it.
pos©: Jogobonito Portu-gal!!! says:
haha now this what i find laughable ppl actually looking forwrad to reading my rubbish
XXX says:
hey it's entertaining..
pos©: Jogobonito Portu-gal!!! says:
er.. thanks .. “

Yes, rong rong time no write, and so this will hopefully be a prolong continuation of contributing to what already is, awhole lotta junk and usage of bandwidth on the web.

Seriously I haven’t really got a stinking clue as to why people actually read this blog of really random, bordering on the lines and brink of insanity and blah blah blah ….

But! Uh-hum, to adoring public ‘ahem’, thanks for the support of you wanting me to bore you. Ok enough of this modesty ……

Reasons of my lack of written vandalism? I think I gotten rather bored of writing to be honest. Everything seems to be the same I started working: Eat, Sleep, Drink … and feel free to fill in work in no orderly way in that patteren. So in other words, everything is that of a routine and plain mundaneness.

‘What a Difference a Day Made’ as the song would go. Doesn’t seem to be the theme for me in this year or so, though in a way and of course it has to be, have experienced quite afew things that came along the way during this period of bloglessness: Failures, disappointment, Despair, Lost, Anticipation, Love, Natural/Unnatural High, Elation, Exuberance, Joy I could go on with this list of clichéd, but honest description of the human emotion, but you get the picture. That’s all part of growing up. I’ve learnt sometimes never to hope what you wish for (er, saying is in the correct way right??).

‘Yesterday is in the past, tomorrow is of a mystery, and today is a gift, hence it’s the present’

Does hold alotta truth, even though it comes from Master Wu Gui from Kungfu Panda (erm, laugh as you may), but I guess live for the moment?

For the moment I would just like to thank the creators of Youtube, Facebook and other mindless forms of procrastination and timekilling, for already being incriminated, I shall shut up now. But thank you college nerds, for you are now billionaires, and the rest of us are throwing sheep and virtually toilet papering other fellow web slackers.

Rubbish to be continued ….

i know .. i know...

haven't written squat for awhile, just that well, unless you want me to recycle and regurgitate emoness and meloncholic lyrics, I would then oblige, but I think at this point I’m already a cliche. Some facets of my life is miserable and some not too shabby, and certain aspects I am getting close to where I would wanna be in this erm… life? So when it comes to fruition, I shall induldge. Anyways, I think I will start writing about he mundane (should start taking photos again). The weekend: Quiet and rather nuah (chilled for all you non Hokkien seaking dialect people), Singapore's been experiencing rather arctic conditions this weekend, so Mother Nature set the tone for the weekend – naturally stoned and overall posture of a jelly fish. Chilled was the tone of the weekend; As everyone was feeling rather nuah and just wanted to unwind after an overall collective majority of what would be a shiity week of work (woyj various individual reasons of course). So the decision was set to just chill by the pool with random bantering and a bottle of scotch in toll and before we knew it, it was already half 3 in the morning… This mood transcended through to the rest of the week as Saturday night we already had the premeditated plan to checkout other nightspots either than the the lau ti fang (same old place) of Ministry Of Sound. That premeditated spot was Jazz @ South Bridge.

The review: Overall I would say that we were left rather disappointed: Ambience was chilled and the setting of the venue overlooking the river set the tone, though I thought it could be a l’il more cosier with afew more couche rather than tables and chairs.

Music was good, though I found the format of having a singing set followed by an instrumental didn’t set the vibe right for the night. For onething the singer wasn’t engaging at all; I mean in my opinion a jazz bar should be more interactive and spontaneous, along the lines of a jam session, and also think abit of a jam session?

Well, call me hypercritical but well, am paying for my night, the service was rather crappy as well towards the end.
Sigh, the weekend ends, hoping for some good news this week; Ethics of expedience … please?
Well, this coming weekend: lau ti fang - PARTY ON!!! .. yesh .. erm.. indeed... :p

What Else Would I Be...?

Yet again, how empt and appropriate ....

“After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.
Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.
Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that’s enough,
there surely must be more.
Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.
I’m a twenty something.
Let me lie in, Leave me alone.
I’m a twenty something.”

- 20 Something, by Jamie Cullum

360 degrees

This has may directly/indirectly have a bearing in the state I am in/was/could be of late, or everything else that is going around me,, but if you believe that everything runs in circles, karma, fate and all that other rintangibles that I tend to dwell into now and then, this could be a circle…

“Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end
Why do all good things come to an end?Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end
Why do all good things come to an end?Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end
Why do all good things come to an end?Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.”

Ctrl+Alt+Del

Indeed, has been awhile since I wrote something here, well hasn’t been much to write about to begin with, same old routine, day in, day out, week in, week out blah blah blah….

There are things I would want to write about, but don’t think it be advisable due to the risk of my halth, sfaftey and well being.

Nonetheless there has been quite abit of crap being cluttered in my noggin for the past few weeks or so, but what’s new eh?

So here’s a peak into this wonderful world of mine, smittering of thoughts and quotes from myself and other people around me:

“The world is made up of different sorts of individuals, you get the normals and the weird ones, if not it wouldn’t be called the world if we were all the same ...” (well said…)

“I’ll put in a world for you ….” (f’ing mofo…)

”The world’s your oyster, how do you want to shuckle and eat it?”

“Destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes…”

“If you wanna kiss the sky better learn how to kneel.”

“I want to shine on, in the hearts of men, I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand…”

“You’re free, to be whatever you, whatever you choose if it’s right or wrong it’s alright…”

“Success is a journey, not a destination.”

“What drives you?”

“Happiness is just an illusion, filled with sadness and confusion…”

“Why do you have to worry? there’s always a table and chair waiting for you at the end of the day….” (not getting my hopes up..sigh..)

“What game shall we play today? How about the oen where you don’t get your way? Even if you do, it’s okay…”

“I’m just a soul, who’s intentions are good, oh Lord please don’t let me be misunderstood..”

So there’s everything hung out to dry, rather lyrical. Having done this exercise of clearing up some memory space does do wonders … happy thoughts…..

this is it....

yes, this is it... my office.. corner office overlooking the harbor. Shiok as it seems, erm, no really a corner, a lowly asistant isn't so lucky, well... my immidiate boss sits behind but he's way for afew weeks, so rather senang... senang

I guess gone are thh days where a manager gets to get his own corner office with a view (unless MNC of course). But I guess a corner cubicle in a toom made for 3 won't hurt much at all.... tough am going to miss the lounge/skive room ...

So yes, proof that I do work, or go into an office... i didn't say anything there now did I?

one

“…Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's too late.
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
harry each other
harry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a templeLove a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enterBut then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you've got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other…..”

what to do eh?

Yes, this may be the epitome of boredom which results in something, rather leftfield in my books, in things to do on a Thursday night.

Well, boredom yes but that would be one of the few contributing reasons that I decided to hit the links.

One of em would be that I have been deprived of much physical excercise thanks to this damn throat infection which ocurred last week.

The other reason would be "Ian Time"?, yes, I do have afew thoughts swimming around up there, rather than sit at home and walloe in it, thought I'd do something productive.

And lastly, why not? Signs of age perhaps...?

And the aftermath of it all? A couple of hooks, 2 or 3 "grass cutter" shots and majority of dang good ones ("ahem") after, a back thats outta sync and a slightly sprained ankle that just got tweaked lil more.

Feels good though ....

this's what happens when.....

you've got a lil bit too much time at hand and when a colleague thinks that there should be an 'e' in your email so it can end up spelling 'idle'.

the writing should be on the wall huh?

As I was saying, too much time at hand to think of such quircky (ok lah... just plain lame) phrases like these:

current MSN nick:

"- IDLC© -: Inspire to perspire to build your own empire so you can retire before you expire "


Well, it does make alotta sense .. ;p.. it'll be my new mantra til my brain comes up with something even kookier....