Humpitty humpitty boom boom "get on up to it"

There’s something truly subjective about creating music, either the right kind of music, or the wrong kind of music.  I have personally not understood the definitions of DJ’s as musicians..

Granted, they may have good taste in music (an entirely subjective matter)… but does that make them musicians ??? They don’t actually play a musical instrument. The definitions would be eclectic music players…and truly undeserving of the dosh they make selling albums containing bits and pieces of real songs mutilated and repeated over and over again and call them “ A Musical Masterpiece”…..Bah…. and us poor souls have to listen to those truly hideous songs in the only two places does play them, namely the Club and the Gym

Why am I ranting??? Well, in as many month as I have (reluctantly) went to the gym, I have never forgotten my iPod…..but, I didn’t bring it yesterday… And for two mind numbing hours I have had to listen to the some DJ albums, consisting of a guy repeating the phrase “ Get it on up to it”….over…and over…. For 17,000 times in a row……..

Hoping for some enlightment, I asked the guy in charge the reason why they played this “thing”…and the official answer, straight faced was… “People work out harder,  and enjoy working out more with these beats”….

Why on earth does anybody think that  creating repeating a beat over and over and repeating a phrase “get it on up to it” over and over 17,000 times in a row would make you work out any harder??  

It escapes my Very Little Brain… maybe one needs much bigger brains to comprehend these music…… for sure, that’s the last time I’ll forget my Pods….

Insensical

The problem with writing emails is… you expect a reply in return,

so, when it doesn’t come… you immediately think that something was wrong with your reply, and you’re left with palpitations of “what have I done”…whereas when you have received the mail… and you know that everything is all right.. you may no longer have the impulse to reply… which, may leave the other side wondering what THEY have done………

Human beings are so filled with things that don’t make sense..

A Sense of Dissatisfaction

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense – Pride & Prejudice

Kids, toddlers, and little furrry things...

a closet confession


as normal people go, they're scared of certain things. Dark rooms, monsters, cockroaches, frogs, lizards, bats etc. Perfectly, utterly understandable, they ARE horrible beastly creatures, your regular everyday "euww"...items....


Mine is a little unusual. I'm children phobic......I'm not one of those people who see children and get all googly eyed and misty, making unintelligible baby sounds to match. Nope... I'm the guy who stands wayyyy at the back, looking at this little so-called "bundle of joy" with an ingenously crafted unidentified expression, perfectly trained in many family outings....

thing is, I don't quite see the purpose of filling up the world with these little tykes... My Mom would say " it is the NORMAL thing to do, Wilson! to marry and procreate, and make noisy little people that cry, misbehave and breaks your favourite mug."....(the last part, naturally added)... seeing the crowded population of people in this world, it doesn't make all that much sense to make billions more to the ever more crowded world.

So, as you can imagine, a company family outing was not exactly my dream vacation.
Stuck in a bus packed with multiple screaming babies that rises and falls to the RPM of the bus
was stressful, to say the least. All the while the father was seemingly trying to console the unconsolable tyrants, standing in the bus for the better part of 4 hours, with various toys on hand, the mother on hand with ready multiple milk bottles, largely untouched. by the end of the trip, they looked tired and beat...

but here's the thing.... it was on the trip that I GET it.....Looking from any angle of any side of any equation, there is no logical sense of having kids. But it's not about logic. Its the joy of crafting something, from your own blood, that is entirely your own. with all your characters, your spouse's and something extra, and putting the responsibility solely on your hand to guide him to be whatever he/she wants to be... So, to these parents...it's like opening a ramen shop and cooking only ramen for 20 years in a row, without stopping. It's no problem. they love it....
and doing something that you love, is never a burden.

so, does that make Wilson a children lover? No..... no, very far to go from that... but understanding , is the first step to acceptance. ... i understand and accept the purpose of those tykes in this world.

So, for this time, let's just call Wilson, a slowly recovering children phobic....

Resolutions, 2009

In all fairness, it is now July 2009, and there isn't that much time until the end of 2009. Nonetheless, after my self induced stupor, there really is a need to wake up and start planning all the way through 2009, if I want to still make it past this year, alive

this is still a draft, which will be fixed by the end of 2009 :-)

1. update my blog at least once a month, and the current blog should be expanded to meet my new hobbies, namely, cooking and biking... :-)

2. discipline, cutting the fat from all my previous life.. and make a more consistent wilson...
on the area that needs discipline, namely, exercise and goal setting.....

....that's all i can think of right now.....

btw, if you ask me, why the sudden surge of blogposts, wilson? well, the main reason is this spiffy netbook, which allows me to blog at most convenient places for inspiration, coffee shops, spiffy lounges, and mainly, in the office.. :-)

so there it is, my resolutions for 2009, may I have the audacity to do this, one baby steps at the time.....

Everything in Moderation

I've been back on my couch potato mode for the past...eh....year. it's my new "old" thing to do... Oh, well, one can say that biking is NOT couch potato, but I digress.. it's a wee little exercise in the mountain sof hours spent zonked out on the couch, watching House reruns and chomping down on potato chips, or whatever happened to be around on that particular time.

The thing is, one gets tired of couch potatoing. There is always latent need to feel useful to something, or somebody that is built in to each person, and that particular need isn't covered by chugging down high fructose drinks in front of the sofa.

The last straw of that phase, was, with nothing great on the TV, I ended up watching the "i'm a celebrity, get me out here".... :-( watching all these cheesy people doing cheesy things (especially the reality TV star, doing a different reality TV show from his own reality TV) ended my love affair with the couch permanently.....

it's been a while since I blogged, so, some stuff may not make sense, but wilson is up and about,
and making his (admittedly) late 2009 resolutions, ha ha....

P.S. Thank you BC.... u're my blog rock...

Movie Time

I’ve never understood why you MUST go to the movies as a pair, or with friends. The act of watching a movie has always been your engagement to the big screen in front of you.For the duration of the movie you do nothing, you do not communicate with your pair, except share a bag of popcorns(or except the smooch session, but then, it’s a different thing entirely, u don’t actually watch the movie anyway). If the movie sucks, neither of you want to talk about it. Actually, even when the movie itself is good, you don’t talk about it either, the maximum would’ve been “hey, it’s a good movie”… he’s a good actor, etc…

Hence, movie watching is, in itself a solitary act. So, why do people consider it blasphemy to watch movies alone?

I don’t mind watching movies with friends..I do like it, its fun, and the best part is the going to get dinner after the movie part.
But from time to time I would like to watch movies alone sometimes…its meditative, somewhat..
so all I’m asking is not to look at us as “weird” or “strange”.

Don’t give us the “sigh, poor guy, no date” look....

We’re there simply for the love of the movies, it's not unusual, and its not strange...it's just different.

so, i'll watching..Fast and Furious, in all its loud obnoxious glory, the cheesy acting of that blonde guy (whats his name again? forgot), Jordana's high IQ'ed waxed, em......shoes.... with my unshared popcorn and supersized fizzy drinks....... don't you dare tell me to do otherwise...