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Friday, August 10, 2007

Discoveries while Unemployed.

It's been almost a week since my last day at work at SJ Burnout, and I have discovered a few things:

(1) Daytime TV in London plain sucks!







(2) Sleeping through the afternoon on one day f*cks up a day's sleep patterns... which only makes you want to dance away that night like a demon and f*ck up yet another week's worth of shut-eye...



(3) There are only so many times you can play and replay the campaigns on Rome-Total War (that's a computer RTS war game for the uninitiated!) before you see little red dots scurrying around every time you close your eyes, and your dreams include charging cavalry slashing their way through the long overgrown grass in your garden, and battalions of legionaries overtaking and killing your neighbour's cat...


Worst of all Reader, I have a terrible confession! See that Total War game was going so magnificently in my favour that I clean forgot that yesterday was my country's national day!!! ALAMAK! So while some of you did that little Stand-up-for-Singapore-routine and scanned the skies for fireworks and screaming aircraft, I buried myself in my computer and schemed world domination over sprawling and scrawling green and red megabytes...















Such idle behaviour riverman!!! You should be ashamed of yourself!!!


(Oh.. But just in case you wanted to know: I slaughtered the Britons, routed the Germans and smeared the remains of the Thracians all over Carthage... [insert very very evil laughter here...])...Not bad for two days of Napoleonic ambition!

I know... I know Reader: I do need to channel my blood-lust in a more productive way!

See here... it does not help in the least that I have navigated the Harry Potter Seven-Book-Odyssey, and no, I will not spoil it for the rest of you who may be still clambering over the rocky ridges and plot-holes and stumbling towards the ráison d'etre of Ms Rowling's universe. So, take your time fellow pilgrims. It is worth it all!


And when you reach the very last words of the last chapter, and that sick'n' sour withdrawal sets into your stomach as you contemplate summers without those delicious wedges of Harry and Volderrr...He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named; go over to your bookshelf and pull out the very first in the septology - "Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone" and start all over again just as I have done today.

Pretty little dreamers we are, aren't we?!


There's a little more excitement on the horizon however.... Yes, and since all great things should be repeated, especially when one is unemployed and with nothing better to do...




JUNGLE JAZZ FEVER

31st August 2007.

Melaka at 27 Ropemaker's Field E14 8BX

Tel: 020 7536 9256
Nearest station: WestFerry DLR

Music starts at 8.30 pm and continues till late
(or at least until the beer barrels run dry!)



From the same outrageous bunch that brought you the Summer Jazz Jam a couple of months back, here is yet another opportunity to jive with Gary aka Bob who promises to drum up Afro-Latino rhythms that Big Foot could dance the salsa to; Melf who will work a fever all over those bass frets to keep up with Adam's flying fingers, and Gracie who promises to skit 'n' scat 'n' "outdo-the -cats" till the wee hours of the morning...


Come on over and have fun!

~~~

Monday, August 6, 2007

Here goes...




This post marks the end of a little era.



It has been a manic six months... and a lot of it has been agonizing work and terrible hours. Yes, I have ranted and raved about the underpaid and tepid state of my "winter of discontent" in SJ Burnout, but now as I prepare to vacate my office I remember these moments and smile...




Lunches at Stanleys, cigarettes by the riverside in the afternoon and evening, beers at O'Neils before heading back to my desk, conversations at the Banker, fish and chips on Friday, coffee and hot chocolate downstairs by the lift lobby, walks across Southwark Bridge, strawberries on the patch of green under the trees along Upper Thames Street, Pret a Manger sandwiches, soup and bread in the evenings, San Miguel beer bottles beside the break-out area, pirates summer partying on a boat, gin & tonics at The Golden Fleece, gargantuan guacamole wraps, lunch invite e-mails, Sunny rooftops, very violent table tennis, very very violent table football, Binny on the dance floor, Gracey on the Karaoke mics, Terence on the carpet, Aileen with Vietnamese rice rolls, Chongster and his "hey Mate...M-M-M-MMate!!", Matt with a football on the grass, Arun and his "thyroid problem"...


... and I am grateful for them. But for these foolish things - SJ Burnout may have washed me out as well... Thank you, you wonderful people for making these days bearable, and I will miss you!



You definitely changed my world!





Arrru-u-u-u-u-nn!!!


















Let me sing you the RGS song...














Gotta end the PAIN!



















Taxi rides are for hugs!







Strike a pose! (Not very) VOGUE!!




CHONGSTER M..m..m..mMate...













Charlies Angels with Charlie's favourite angel in the middle...












Actually I had no idea who those two pouters were...
















... but if you can't hold your Sake - join them lah!



















One more for Charlie!











A very tired angel...


















Three little maids from school ...





... and then, there were two...

















... and two more...

And so all good things come to an end!

Ta Ta!
~~~

Wahre Leibe

Mein Sein

Das Ganz Normale Leben

Dreifach Schön