Why this is a good post:

Like I give a rat's ass.

If only there is something skinnier than a rat's ass.



Spam is the new pink. I don't know why so many strangers think I am inadequate, but you know maybe inside each and every one of these email there is a secret code that God wants us to break to tell us that He really exists. Very 'Contact'-Carl Sagan-ish. I bet there's a story idea in there, like 'Pi' or possibly 'Dude Where's My Car'.




Anyway, this is an educational post. It WAS April's Fools Day yesterday. I half wrote something about how I proposed to someone and she said yes, and then I wondered what came next, hoping someone would PM me and be all curious and shit.

Then I figured, the wrong person could read it and misunderstand and you know April's Fool could be me.

So I canned it.

Well *suddenly* it seems to matter who reads this now, huh.


My magazine is going to press tomorrow. You'd think I get used to it.


I just saw the computer move. I am severely sleep-deprived. The walls are dancing. I have like 2 good minutes left so:

I met Raj by chance last night. He has new hipster glasses. Damn, he's also now on my Facebook. Maybe I'll drop by his place over the weekend and talk some shop about physical training and family, and life lists and such.

Actually its not so 'ellen' sounding. It's mostly "what's new with your life." and "my australian friend's mum just died and he's back here for all of that" and "work is tough this is heavy shit" and so on...

You know... the stuff friends tell each other......... Obligation free... Just there ....

If I could be a talk show host, I won't want to be David Letterman. I'd wanna be Ellen. She so cute. But I like them both. And Tyra is the scariest woman on telly right now.


And yea I have a Facebook but I think it should be renamed Assbook but then I get to see people I like on it. Add me. I am Vince Wong. I might not add you but you already know who I might add.

I don't really believe you will but try me.



Number 3 (4? 5?): I have it on good authority that my english turns 'obnoxious' when I am really tired. And that's from someone I do like, who I might add, actually likes me? Revelation, wot? Why would I be obnoxious then?

Well considering that the words 'cocky' and 'arrogant' have been used before as well for a lot of years already, that's ....

yea... that's me... bought the t-shirt...

Wrote the theme song, sang the theme song...





I am crashing... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Ok last thing I wanna say before I pop my hood.

Rory: Sounds like you’re over thinking this. Maybe if you just put pen to paper…
Lorelai: I tried that. I thought I’d just sit down and write…whatever comes…no judgment…no inner critic…ooh, was that a bad idea.
Rory: Really why?
Lorelai: Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish…I’m writing a letter…I can’t write a letter…why can’t I write a letter?…I’m wearing a green dress…I wish I was wearing my blue dress…my blue dress is at the cleaners…the Germans wore grey…you wore blue…Casablanca, Casablanca…such a good movie…Casablanca…the White House…Bush…why don’t I drive a hybrid car?…I should really drive a hybrid car…I should really take my bicycle to work…bicycle, unicycle, unitard…hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants.
Rory: Hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants?
Lorelai: Exactly! That’s what I’m saying. It’s a big bag of weird in there. So I think, well I need inspiration, you know. I need a muse. Perhaps I need ‘the’ muse. Maybe it would help if Sharon Stone would appear to me in an alarming caftan and coo inspirational words in my ear.
Rory: Just write what you feel…that’s all writing is. Hey, do you think there might be some reason why you are having trouble with this? I mean I would imagine that writing about Luke wouldn’t be easy.
Lorelai: I know! You should write it.
Rory: What? No.
Lorelai: Yes! You are a wonderful writer. Everything you write is so good…your grocery lists are like shimmering Haikus.
Rory: Your write a pretty mean grocery list yourself and it doesn’t have to shimmer. It just has to be authentic and real.

Actual conversation from the Gilmore Girls. And I completely understand what she means.

I mean about the big bag of weird. Haha.