where thoughts materialise.

So we're into the sixth version of my blog after the last version hung around for a year or so.

Now, a bit of info on this image. This photo was taken one lovely spring afternoon, featuring the iconic Old Well from the UNC Chapel Hill campus. I would like to think of this image as a tribute to my time in UNC Chapel Hill, the awesome friends I made and the memories I now hold dear.

A milestone in my life indeed.

I've dropped the tagboard cos its useless and taking eons to load. But thanks to Angela who helped me set it up, I still do like and will miss the pink interface.

So yeah, it's the sixth one you fellas!

Yours.

27 April 2008

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Saturday, May 07, 2005

I turn on accuradio and Laverne Butler croons again.
This time, it's "One for my baby", one of my all time well loved jazz tunes. And one of the few jazz songs that doesn't actually end after 3 minutes and every verse has different lyrics from the others. Which is pretty rare.

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Once in a not-so-often while, I leave house past 8:10am and coming to the realization that I've missed my 8:06am 502 Express bus to work, I'll opt for the train.
As I transfer to a bus at Commonwealth station, I would always and never failing stand in front of the mama shop, which is located at the bus stop.
See, nice mama has a little table fan that blow outwards, primarily to keep nice mama cool, but gives half-wet and perspiring me in my long Top Man a good breeze.

I know the routine, put another nickel
In the machine
I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I can't understand the business culture here. And why people, guys, have to wear their stiffly pressed long-sleeved Pierre Cardin to work; when they live in tropical Singapore, which perpetually hovers at 30 degrees?
Starting the work day in office with eau de toilette masking body odour, is not, very nice.

You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd like to say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's talked away

But I guess that is how you seperate the boys from the men. Men drive to work, and stay well air conditioned all the time.
But the masses? The economy can't be driven without the masses, can it?
So I say, Joe, we either fully air-condition Singapore (it's just a little red dot), or we dictate that all Singaporean citizens PR and expats alike wear Quiksilver singlets, surfshorts and slippers to work! Nice sibilant alliteration there. Domestic growth this year will be a double digit percentage rise.
Trust me. I'm drunk. Again.

Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

The lights have dimmed on me now. What's love? You ask me. I ask you.
It's stupid. It makes things nonsensical.
I'm just eating sour grapes.
Sour grapes make good wine.
I'm hanging on a thin wire, for nothing. Precariously dangling between folly and the other extreme. And I guess I chose the latter.

But this torch that I found, It's gotta be drowned
Or it's gonna explode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

One for my Baby fades off after 6 minutes 03 seconds. Till then, Miss Butler.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:10 AM

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