The vast depth of the ocean.

Why do we do the things we do?

You could spend your entire life not fully knowing who you are. Is that how life works? A man on his death bed will discover how he truly will act when faced with the imminent end to his life. Even in his dying moment, who he truly is will rise to the surface, the last gasp of air before returning to the unknowable void.

You can spend your life living as an image, a photocopy of other people’s expectations or you can live as you truly are, an original. Most people live in between. After all, you won’t know yourself fully until your dying day.

Soundtrack for the dreaming.

I’ve been waking up with Barney’s theme song playing in my head. Or Pocoyo’s. Or Mickey’s Hotdog song. Or sometimes, it’s the lullabies we play at night which are a collection of instrumental music set to classic nursery rhymes.

It’ll play in my head several times throughout the day. And I’ll hum these tunes involuntarily, unconsciously. And like some kind of degenerative mental disease, it’s slowly making me lose my mind.

So I made a new playlist. It’s about time the kids' musical education started anyway.

Since this was going to be a lullaby playlist, designed to play all night on repeat, some criteria had to be met.

Eating my feelings: The Fast Diet

Lately I’ve been really feeling my age. You know you’re getting old when you always make a sound when you bend over to pick something up. Like some kind of warning siren alerting the people around you that 'hey in case something happens to me while picking up this pencil from the floor, call emergency services.'

I’ve yet to see the inside of an ambulance but I know I’ve got to live better. Starting with my diet.

Our bodies are incredibly tough, incredibly resilient machines. It continues to function, operate and repair itself all on its own. We take it for granted. And we abuse it. At least I do - with high-sugar, high-fat, high-everything food. I abuse it so much that it can’t keep up with all the frappuccinos, burritos, burgers and most recently, cronuts.

And like a sign from above, this arrived all the way from my sister in London. Because the last thing I would buy is a diet book. 

Tiger Blood!

Personally I love Charlie Sheen. The world is much more interesting with him in it. Also, who doesn't love winning? Tiger's blood... maybe not so much.

My nails have been de-virginized.

No longer am I a mani-pedi virgin. I know, I'm a late bloomer. Always have been. But it took an invitation from Blanca De China Lifestyle Spa for me to open up to the idea. The idea being: guys can prettify their nails too.

I hear it's gaining popularity with men. It's not so uncommon to find a dude sitting beside some ladies, reading a magazine while they all have their nails done. And for some reason I keep imagining David Spade laughing and flipping his hair.

So is this girl-thing now a dude-thing? My nails do look pretty.

The white makes everything feel light and calm.