Travelling Without Moving

I have never really understood what Jamiroquai meant by "Travelling without Moving" when it was released..hmm... 6 years ago? I always really thought that it really meant one of those teleporting Star Trek thingy which he managed to dream up in one of his cocaine infused binges..recently though I realised one thing.... Travelling without moving... is what I've been doing...

I have been travelling... alot.. one place to the other, one country to another, one office to another.. and in all of my travels I have experienced a lot of things... new sights, sounds, images, point of view, cultures...but I haven't been moving... I'm still here... in this job, doing the same things, solving the same problem, saying the same things over and over... instructing the same things, to different people, maybe, but the same things..sometimes I would really catch myself saying something I have said before, somewhere...a "deja vu" moment, if you may.

and I think...most people, are really travelling without moving.. going with their everyday duties, but not getting anywhere, just making it through the day... it really sounds sad..but it isn't really.. it's just real life..

the secret's out... the realisations here...so, wilson, time to get off your ass..and start moving..where? maybe I'll just join on someone's wild ride and see where it gets me...

Karaoke, thou shalt be nameless..

Of all the unimportant things I've ever done... this must surely rank at the top of the list...had karaoke with a bunch of friends last night.... I won't bore you with the details, I believe you will have been in a karaoke joint at some point in your life, either by free will, or with some gentle persuasion (translation: blackmail)..

to make the points short and sweet... you should experience a karaoke..with all your buddies singing mandarin..I really didn't realise there were so many mandarin songs.... and after a while..they really start to sound the same..... :-( thank god there were still english songs....

Feeling Crabby?

Had massive giant crabs today.... they told me it was Srilankan.... how do they grow these mothers? the claw was easily as big as my hand...and the meat.... peeled off in massive gorgeous chunks, like slabs of chicken pieces... and coated, no, smothered in creamy butter sauces.. the sauce wasn't as good as the one in my first crab experience, but no matter, the meat more than makes up for it..

these crabs were huge.. the meat, sweet and succulent, and the portions.. out of this world... wish I could update you guys on the picture.... but as it stands, you will just have to imagine my blistering fingers, slicked with butter, tearing off those hunks of perfectly cooked crabmeat and devouring it with rakish abandon...... due to obvious reasons, i have never told anyone I'm allergic to crabs... well, yes, I guess this one is worth getting the allergies...

so tonight... I'll be scratching my itches the whole night...and tomorrow first thing in the morning, i'll start planning my next allergy rush trip... :-)

John Mayer Wannabe

one day, a 4 months ago... while I was alone in my apartement on a sunday morning, I had this epiphany.... what haven't I done that I would like to do....thought hard, thought long... and along came a sudden flash of inspiration... a- ha!!! I'm going to start playing guitar...

visions of wilson serenading along bouncing expertly playing guitar crowded my mind... I was so sure... so positive, so unbelieveably confident that the Wilson, the man with the game, the plan..
is a guitar god in the making...

so... I need a guitar.... no problemo... called my dad... Hi Dad... I know it's inconvenient for you, but when you're coming over to visit me, do you mind bringing me a guitar??? Yes.... the guitar...
I know you have to carry it through customs ... but your son is a guitar god in the making... so how can you deny the world of the untapped unbelieveable talent of wilson in the making?...

so... along came dad... with a guitar.... all the way from indonesia....
and of course... have to arm myself with all the books, guitar chords, learning CD's, all jazz greats of the guitar gods, the Earl Klugh's, Lee Ritenour's, Martin Taylor, Acoustic Alchemy,John Pizzarelli, what have you... and of course..keeping in mind the goal, the target...the dream...

swaying some unbelievely nubile vixen out of her mind with John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland" ... :-)

well.. now... guitar...check... books... check... cd's check.... now... to start playing...

hmmm.. the guitar is untuned... have to start tuning.... damn.... it's hard... took me 3 hours just to tune the damn thing....

and now... to play my first ever chord.....
hmmmm.... this guitar god thing...is probably too much to hope... my fingers hurt... why do they have to make the fret board so unbelieveably small anyway? my nails ache...and I didn't get past the first chord....

so... there ends the first ever guitar practice... and the last since 4 months ago...

just this afternoon... dad called... Wilson, i'm coming over on transit to your place... so.. how's your guitar practice?

.....it's going great....fantastic..... I'm so glad you brought it over........

The Driver --> Comb Connection

I've noticed a peculiarity with the Singapore company driver... They're mostly Malay, they don't smoke, and they have this thing with hair.... In fact... Forget Singapore company driver, most drivers I know have this obsession with hair...

the hair is always neatly slicked with litres upon litres of pomade, or more commonly, mousse... But most importantly, is the comb...

The comb, regardless of driver, is always the same... It's always bright yellow, it always this big bright yellow handle so it sticks out oh so prominently out of the backpocket, and the location is always at the backpocket, comb side down, handle side up... could it be one of those "mine is bigger than yours thing? " or is it one of those secret society where only certified "hardcore" drivers are allowed to carry the ubiquitous yellow comb? or it's like a secret handshake thing...
whenever you meet on the street, immediately start combing your bright yellow comb, and you get to pass the yellow light? ha......maybe I'm just jealous I don't have a yellow comb...he he..

Let me count the sins..

I went back to Indonesia last week.. Thought I would at least miss a couple of things...
the jempol noodle, the streetside "bakwan" vendor, at the very least, the indonesian
beauties.... or so it might seem.... as predicted, the dream very much diffes from the
reality... Jakarta is hot... and dusty... the traffic jam is appaling, the beggars even
more offensive than I had remembered, and, worst of all,
jempol noodle sucks big time :-(

and I haven't stopped sneezing from the time I landed to the time I left... now,
back in singapore, I'm sneeze free... Ironic...

in fact, the reason I would ever want to go home for... is family...the old adage is true,
I suppose, home is wherever family is... If they were here... I would definitely
consider myself singaporean... heheheh

mama's boy...

I change my mind... bluecactus... I'll retract back what i said on not missing home country... I'm at this moment, 2.30 AM... desperately missing Indonesia, staying at home, and being taken care by mom when I'm ill, having a miserable cold and on constant nausea......:-) mama's boy, I am...

I'm wondering why we men, who under normal circumstances are stronger physically than women, but any sign of illness i.e.. cold, flu, fever, we're so much more crybabies than women in the same situation? I admit... when we have a cold... we need some lovin'.. :-)

women, on the other hand... just do the normal thing and move like nothing's happened... My mom would just have a lie in, for an hour/two, and get back to business....dad.. like me... we'll be rolling in bed, asking everything to come to bed, be it breakfast, tv, medicine, whatever...if the bathroom can move next to the bed, we'd do that too...

well.. now.. that doesn't make me feel any better, does it? ah.... I think, the bottom line is... I miss having someone take care of me.. :-) see... writing above doesn't have to always correspond to the conclusion... miserable sick cows who cannot get to sleep at 2.30 AM don't usually care about little details..

Lunch...with benefits...

You know how everyday you always try and strive to find something good to celebrate about everyday....
well... doesn't matter how you get it or how it happens, or how it will turn out.... had a very nice lunch with a very pretty young lady today...

it's a terrible thing, they're always better to talk to... it's somehow a bonus if they look pretty then no matter how less deficient they are in the art of conversation, they always seem to turn out better judged than someone more or less, say, conventionally built.
this one... is it the whole package? I never know.. it's not for me to judge, but then... so far, this one is interesting in a pretty lady kind of way..

will this conversation get out of topic? I guess it will... we will run out of subjects will sooner or later... no matter how cute her pout is... and oh man, such a cute pout... :-> ....

Tanktops...

Singapore, is a land of tanktops..

in fact, I think it's more common than t-shirts. Guys wear it, kids wear it, construction workers wear it, old german ladies wear it... of course, girls wear them most of the time... at the office, at home, weddings, cleaning, partying, sleeping, waking, swimming...whatever.....

you know.... I think women knows the power they hold upon us with their tops.... it's not that its too humid to be wearing shirts... its something else....:

• 1. it gives them the exclusive rights to call us perverts... I mean.... no guy, would pass off the chance to see what's hidden underneath, and now...women claim its our perverted minds that we are looking at them.... and somehow they're not responsible for the fact that by wearing tops they're trigerring our male's primal switch
• by wearing tops, they're deviously distracting male attention away from conversation and steering men into humble submission..... example.... have you tried having a conversation with a cute chick on a low cut top? aha... yes... can you concentrate on the conversation or on the subject? forget that, can you concentrate on the face???.... If you can.... well... either you're a woman, or.... well... you're a very well adjusted guy... :-)

really though, i'm agonising over the fact that I remember very little of the conversation, and missing points of the conversation on the merit of a low cut tank top, which had me trying my best to divert my eyes, and failing spectacularly... which she may, or may not notice... Is Kane Perverted then? If she didn't wear such a dress, would I have sneaked a peek? I probably wouldn't....... so, basically speaking, this is a premeditated murder, with the man being the setup for "temporary insanity"

maybe I should be wearing tanktops... maybe then someone would sneak a peek at my melon blossoms.......and let them get distracted..... "sigh" ....

Hiromi!!!!!! Mosaic Jazz Fest

went to see the Mosaic Jazz Fest. and watch this Japanese pianist firecracker called Hiromi...actually... it should be Hiromi!!!!!!!

No word in english can describe it, "Edan!!" she just never seems to stop... sending shivers up and down the spine.

Currently listening to one of her "autographed" cd's bought right after the show. It's still sending shivers as I'm writing this... Run/crawl, whatever, buy her cd's if you're into jazz...

By Request

All Right!!!!

my internet connection is NOW up to speed... been having so much time shopping... :-) hey, it's singapore dammit... I have the absolute right to shop and exercise the index and middle finger (to tip the credit card) to buy so-called bargains (which, incidentally, will be sold at a lower price next door) , and sampling foods left and right..... oyster mee suah... now..... if only you don't have to stand up to eat....

what have I bought, well.... speakerstandamplifiersubwoofershortspantspoloshirtsshoesandmoreshoeslotsabooksexerciseballtoysdvdplayerlightetc.....
see... its not to read, but to "understand" and sympathise...

the tank tops... have I told you of them? it's the darndest thing....in my next posting... :-) suffice to say.. tank tops aremore common than buses... and it's always an enlightment in the morning bus to the office, where normally you no longer have a place to sit, and the only available place to stand, coincidentally, is in front of somebody wearing tank tops....unashamedly juvenile, i am....

Cold... Hard... Place

I just watched an episode of the "apprentice".. This is my 2nd one since last week.. That's right... the couch potato thing is my "new" thing nowadays...
Anyway, I'm genuinely pissed.. by the women... they are really backstabbing each other at every point of the game.. and displaying a total disregard for each other like I've never seen... they're losing every game, that's true... but, really... in this show, I'm amazed by all these so-called Rhodes scholars/ Wharton/ ivy leaguers..., by the way they don't support one another. Their arrogant, selfish, one upmanshipman of one another, and conveniently blaming other people for their losses...
I don't blame one, or the other. I don't know what i would've done if I were in that situation. However... it's scary to think that all of those people could have been, and probably is, sitting just next to you, a time bomb waiting to detonate.... probably, you, yourself, are like that too......yikes.... are we that primal? in the process of being a top dog, do we have to kill other dogs...
perhaps the immortal word is.... Can't we all get along?....

Getting internet connection up to speed

Ladies/gentlemen..

I'm now connected and online, and whatever have you. and I may consider this my new best friend... haha... so... new update...

my apartement is now a spiffy kind, comes fully furnished with leather couches, two TV's all kitchenette facilities, and located near the river, hence the name, riverside... wake up in the morning and you can sorta feel like living in venice... ha.... kidding.... but it's definitely not ciliwung either... next door is a bakery, where if you're feeling a little wealthy, you can just hop over and have whatever baguette/pesto ciabatta/garlic bread/sourdough etc. with your egg sandwich.... all in all... much better than my actual digs back home...

I miss my car though..... the zipping around, SITTING..... hah..... the carrying around of groceries.... hiks........and now having to contend with rain, wet, jammed bicycle chains, shopping bags that break just precisely at the moment where you have to cross the road.... and i mean, precise.....

bluecactus.... if I were to be asked the same question, do i miss Indonesia? Now? hm... i would say no.... and you shouldn't too.... not even for a million henky tandayu's.....