non sequitur

My shoes are smelly because my slippers are broken.

deconstructing carnival grounds



A little boy stands and watches from a distance as the lights go out on the once sparkling carousel. With a tear in his eye ends the cheerful tune. Ends the laughter. Ends the bliss. The carnival is leaving town. Maybe my life's been a ball till now but that's all about to change. Party's over, life starts here.

What a weekend. For one, the creative director in my agency has quit. My thoughts selfishly drift a couple of months into the future.

• What if the new CD turns out to be an ass/random primate?
• Who's gonna stick up for us creative dudes?
• Who'll provide the intelligence?

Given my way, I'd want him to stay. But he says he's taken care of everything. Well, I said nothing. He deserves his 1 year sabbatical anyway. Selfish thoughts creep back in.

• The studio gonna be a pretty boring joint.
• Less one chill-out partner.
• Less one diss-random-colleagues partner

Anyway, here's to you, B. Have a severely chilled out year ahead filled with alco and perhaps secret herbs. And get yourself a chick. Japanese.

In the course of the weekend I've also realised that my best homies from when chicks were unobtanium are no longer on my flight path. I guess I knew before but it's never hit me. Alcohol, fags and I dunno... questionable morals were never part of the picture during those wonder years.

Then again who am I to judge. At times I feel I'm the worst of sinners. But at least I'm trying.

I feel deserted. Sad, yes. And mildly disgusted that they've given up when I haven't.

The road is tough enough as it is, but dammit going it alone is something else. I know Jesus has my back covered, but it sure helps to have peeps with skin, bones and fatz to keep me going.

What a weekend of downs. At least I concluded it with black pepper venison rice. I think it should be the official after-badminton meal.

81.4 seconds isn't all bad




Participated in the Street Shootout 4 Time Attack last weekend. Did a best time of 81.4 seconds which is half-respectable. Was actually aiming for 80 flat but I kinda missed out :(

So that's a mid table finish in my class, and 22nd overall puts me in the top half. At least I finished ahead of the Honda and the turbo Protons in my group.

Anyway, for the first time I have managed to complete an event without breaking my car which is an achievement in itself.

Looking forward to this weekend's BF Goodrich Gforce challenge. They provide the car, I provide the driver. With international competitors this time it'll be tough, but a good learning experience.

the dutch oven

What's that? Look here and here

Basically, if anything's inexplicable, different or just plain wrong you can blame it on the Dutch.

Example:


Ayam Belanda


Durian Belanda


Random cussings...

1. The Group Accounts Director/Strategic Planner in my office shall hence forth be known as "van der Dorc"
2. I hate mornings. I have no sensory perception whatsoever. I might as well be a paramecium. It looks like a slipper. Or maybe a clog.
3. My car is an original JDM import. I suspect it was manufactured in Holland. In a wind powered factory.