To answer my previous question:

“And what’m I going to do with my Touch, if I do actually get the phone?”

Well, here we go!

I now have a massive schoolboy crush of the giggly kind.  This supercute girl recorded a majority of this using a 3GS.  Did i mention that she was supercute?  Some are sickened by supercute — but for today, it’s all good and saccharine.

I like a few things about Chinese New Year: wolfing down mandarin oranges, getting money from people who couldn’t care less, and meeting up with old relatives whom you probably wouldn’t see the next year (bets are on for who kicks that bucket first!).

What I can’t stand is the revelry.  I don’t like firecrackers, because I think I can scare demons away by simply stripping.  I also don’t like Chinese New Year music.  I run away from it.  I refuse to visit malls during the CNY period because there’re no tasteful CNY songs that exist.

No, really.  There’re none.

But that shouldn’t dampen the spirit of CNY.  After all, I get a week off.  And I’ll be granted the time needed to sink my teeth into Dante’s Inferno.

If it arrives on time.  Poslaju isn’t so laju when people are aware that it’s okay to slack off.

Wankers.

Happy Chinese New Year.  May it be the Year of the Tai-grrrrr (sorry).

I wish I had the patience and tenacity to upload all the latest aspects of my life in a sweeping cavalcade of synergy.  I can never discipline myself enough to ensure that all facets of my lifestream are updated…and it’s terrifying, as you realize that we’re all trying to fight off the impending threat of anonymity.  You want to be somebody.  Or, more precisely, you want to be that ’somebody’ that Anthony Followill’s singing about — the one that he could use.

With all the Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, Youtube, Myspace, Reverbnation and Friendster (!) profiles in the world, it makes you wonder how much time we have to think about what we want to be before it’s published to the world.  I still have to find the link — nay, the common denominator — that underscores it all.

What’s it mean to be a Tai?  What’s a Tai theme?

How do I plot my course to greatness?

How do I meander through life, constantly ensuring that there’s no such thing as overexposure and saturation?

How do I find the time to do all this?

Meh.

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.