Wahey!  In an attempt to appease myself, I got to work last night and worked out a little ditty.  I had someone in mind when I churned this out, and funnily enough, she probably knows who she is…if she were to watch the video.

Or at least I could hope so, yes?

It’s another night of non-writing, but on the bright side, you get to see a fat Chinese boy croak.  What more could you ask for?

I’m actually not that nervous.

I really adore Amy Winehouse.  Despite the fact that these days, she’s more of a trainwreck than a trainspotter, she’s still cool with me.  Even with the weird lashes.  Even with the honeycomb.  So, in that respect, this is my tribute to her.

My God.  I’ve just finished churning out a very rough draft of a press release (my very first one)…only to realize that it was pure trite.  Which I’m hoping that the people I’m sending it to don’t realize.

Sigh.

You know, you’re pretty cool and it’s really nice to have you around, when you’re around. I hope I don’t make a mess of this…if it ever gets the chance to develop.

To the world at large, this week’s playlist will comprise of Battle Studies, the new Casablancas album, Backspacer and…Calvin Harris.

Good night. This was posted from my Pod. Technology. Sometimes, it’s really underrated.

It was a quiet Saturday evening.  I’m planning to muck about and throw something out each week.

And it was a hell of a Saturday night.  Hanging out with a bunch of younger guys can be an interesting experience.

I’m not going to drink so much ever again.

Honestly.

I’m getting too old for this shit.

Since nobody reads this, I can pretty much do whatever I want without pandering to a crowd.  Even though I like pandering to crowds.

Request a song, and I shall play it for you.  Because I really have nothing to do.

have you ever been in love with a lesbian?

[i know i have.]

are 10% of the world’s women really gay?  stephan thinks so…as he sings about wanting to turn his “1 in 10″ over to the dark side. [btw, the version on the album has a snazzy brass section.]

I need more twits.  I’m just playing around with the idea that social media can score me a date.  I’ve got all the tools I need, really.  A combustible Facebook account, a Twitter account, as well as my own fricking website.

It’s really just a matter of sorting through the chaos to implement a campaign of minimalist proportions…just to learn from it, and to implement it at work [if the need should ever arise].

The objective is to score one date with one girl whom I’ve never met in my life prior to…well, the call-up.

Nothing has to come out of it, really.

And, by right, it shouldn’t be that hard to achieve.

I’m bound to fail, but you can get me @iantai.  Since I don’t really tweet, this is bound to be disastrous!

Call it a tasteless statement of sorts, but I bet those Indons are a little envious that they didn’t think of it first.

A bad joke from my side?  I think not.

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