So The Cheese Prata Shop at the corner of Pasir Panjang road invested in a new menu design… with dash of creativity.

There was also a “Land Before Time” category… milo dinosaur, horlick dinosaur, bandung dinosaur?! Haha.

What the heck is a Bandung Dinosaur anyway?

Could a person be filled, at the same time, with both tremendous felicity and an acute sense of sadness?

Or good and evil?

I have all of these pent up thoughts and emotions, pressing against the walls of my mind, desperately finding a form of escape, dying to be translated into words – onto paper and weave itself into a song.

But for now, I am just too dead beat after office to accomplish anything. :/

“Year Year got fish”:)

Dinner at the Golden Peony, Conrad Centennial Hotel.

Its a work culture we cannot do without I suppose… that is if surviving is at the top of your mind… and it has its functionalities as well. For instance, work-email-sorta-response tend to be succint and very clear. It doesn’t beat around the bush. And it works out fine because hey, time is money. And more often than not, no one’s really that interested in what you’ve got to say.

But what really irks me is when habits like that are brought out of office and into friendly, amicable relationships out of office.

The word “noted” (used singly without accompanying text of concern/interest/emotion) really really puts me off – when used out of professional relationships of course. Maybe I’m overly particular with word choice, but seriously, Honestly, if your girlfriend told you she had an exam and couldn’t make it for dinner would just go “Noted, all the best”?? You ought to be shot if you said yes.

The word “noted” really just DOESN’T and CANNOT work with any other words of apparent concern. Its a total turn-off to be exact. Its a really mechanical response. But we live in a word of texting and emails. Oh and words carry no emotions. But the truth is, how much you give a damn will be reflected in how much thought you do put into words – which entails a consideration also how the other party would receive it.

So please, don’t patronize me. Noted?

It was pretty interesting. My uncle came with his guitar setup (amps and all) and we had quite a time performing (with a good deal of missing chords and words. I’m bad at this memory thing.).

I’ve come to believe that all these rhythm and beats that float out of me actually came from my dad… Which seemed rather impossible given his very quiet and quite unexpressive disposition (also, he couldn’t play)… But I think there’re more musically inclined relatives on his side than mum’s.

INteresting.

Random photo

- the Cavalier Kings Charles havin a taste of Pinky, the Gay Bear.

Good Jams can take place anywhere.

A welcomed sight after a day of relentless downpours and cold drizzles.

God is good, and all the time, God is good.