When its late at night, nearing midnight, and you want to catch a cab, you'll need to know this...
Me and Oaks had a fabulous dinner at her folks last night. When we decided it was time to leave, it was already half past 11. The moment we were downstairs, I lit up a cig. Oaks needed to do the foo foo too and was getting a tad grumpy. We were waiting for a cab, at the bus stop when it was long decided that the 54 goes to marymount from bishan and not the other way around and that at 11.28pm, we've just missed the last bus by 7 minutes.
We saw the first cab, it was dark and we hesitated. We didn't want to flag it just in case....It was scary. You could only see the outline of the vehicle at night and there was no way....no way to tell what kinda cab it was. (I pity the dark blue comfort cabs) The next one came and we waited again... to our horror it was like one of the 4 horseman itself passing by, like death...It was a chrysler cab. We hugged each other in relief.
Now, Oaky brilliantly observed 2 points that differentiates a Chrysler cab from a dark blue comfort.
No.1- Observe the shape of the vehicle. The Chryslers are definitely chunkier.
And.... if for the life of you, you can't see shapes too well like me....
No.2- Chryslers, 4 front headlights, normal cabs 2.
I love the chrysler cabs...its so smooth and comfortable And quiet. I just dont feel like paying 15 bucks for a trip that would normally cost me 8. And we're not talking bout midnight charges here...
Monday, 23 November 2009
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Top 10 Reasons why B.Menon Should Move to Singapore.
10. The Roads are better to drive on.
9. We work longer hours but hey, the girls are better looking.
8. We have R movies. R...
7. A girl in a knee high skirt is Not considered scantily clad in our Fhm.
6.Sneak a bite during the fasting month...its ok.
5. Earn here....pump petrol there. (Simple street on empty tank)
4. At night it's safe, don't be afraid.
3. Most of his cool friends are here.
2. His cool friends don't need to spend a bomb on phone bills.
And the number one reason is...
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1) We have more than 1 mbps.
This post is dedicated to b.menon from all his friends in singapore. No pun was ever intended in this post. All the characters in this here post are purely a work of fiction. There is no Bustaman Menon. He is nothing. He said so himself. Because if he is something, girls would be girls but we all know that brown sugar is sugar. If you are a govt official reading this from across the border, your roads are fine, who needs more than 1 mbps anyway and your Fhm is brilliant.
9. We work longer hours but hey, the girls are better looking.
8. We have R movies. R...
7. A girl in a knee high skirt is Not considered scantily clad in our Fhm.
6.Sneak a bite during the fasting month...its ok.
5. Earn here....pump petrol there. (Simple street on empty tank)
4. At night it's safe, don't be afraid.
3. Most of his cool friends are here.
2. His cool friends don't need to spend a bomb on phone bills.
And the number one reason is...
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1) We have more than 1 mbps.
This post is dedicated to b.menon from all his friends in singapore. No pun was ever intended in this post. All the characters in this here post are purely a work of fiction. There is no Bustaman Menon. He is nothing. He said so himself. Because if he is something, girls would be girls but we all know that brown sugar is sugar. If you are a govt official reading this from across the border, your roads are fine, who needs more than 1 mbps anyway and your Fhm is brilliant.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Damn you Van Morrison
I had a bad dream last night. I was trying to figure out the chords to moondance along with the 13ths and sharp 5ths. In my dream I kept repeating the chords over and over again till I couldn't breathe and my chest hurt. I kept getting up, breathing hard going back to sleep and the dream keeps on playing like a crazy loop on auto repeat. I kept waking up and falling asleep and I'd still be stuck in the same dream. Gaz told me it was the birth of a genius, practicing while you sleep but it's more savant than anything else. The obsessiveness, the compulsion to do one thing and get it right above anything else. I'd rather be a little slow and enjoy the whole journey of practicing.
Today, I made the first step in getting my theory thing done. I got some basic workbooks from the first 4 grades. It makes for good practice and I managed to finish bout 5 chapters on the train. I've always been a firm believer in getting the basics right and down to pat before moving on.
I was having an interesting conversation on learning with Gazpachos. When you start learning something, (the piano, tennis, chess, whatever) its always easy in the beginning. There is what I see as a steep rise or curve which brings a certain sense of achievement and satisfaction to the student. However, the crucial part is the plateau. That is where many people give up and either feel its too boring, or they're not going anywhere or whatever when it is at this very point that you should be pushing the most. Knowing something and knowing something in depth...Big Difference. Who cares if you've been playing an instrument for 3 or 15 years if you only can play 1 song.
Progress matters. Its a human thing. We were built to continually learn, improve and better ourselves. I started the piano early in life but only took it seriously in 2004. Its a constant embarassment to see way younger kids being able to play better but I remind myself that it's all about bettering myself, the competition WITH myself. The Human spirit to grow, evolve, amazes me. My piano teacher once told me of one of his students who started taking lessons in her late 60's. Arthiritis and all, she would never miss a lesson.
I am 32 this year. Yes I have a diploma in Jazz performance... but honestly, I don't think I'm that good. My sightreading is quite rubbish, my chordwork is far from being at the back of my hands and my improvisational ability is shite. But, I am persistent and one day all that will change. That is my prized possesion. Even rocks break against the gentle flow of the stream, and mountains move for the one who has purpose in life.
Today, I made the first step in getting my theory thing done. I got some basic workbooks from the first 4 grades. It makes for good practice and I managed to finish bout 5 chapters on the train. I've always been a firm believer in getting the basics right and down to pat before moving on.
I was having an interesting conversation on learning with Gazpachos. When you start learning something, (the piano, tennis, chess, whatever) its always easy in the beginning. There is what I see as a steep rise or curve which brings a certain sense of achievement and satisfaction to the student. However, the crucial part is the plateau. That is where many people give up and either feel its too boring, or they're not going anywhere or whatever when it is at this very point that you should be pushing the most. Knowing something and knowing something in depth...Big Difference. Who cares if you've been playing an instrument for 3 or 15 years if you only can play 1 song.
Progress matters. Its a human thing. We were built to continually learn, improve and better ourselves. I started the piano early in life but only took it seriously in 2004. Its a constant embarassment to see way younger kids being able to play better but I remind myself that it's all about bettering myself, the competition WITH myself. The Human spirit to grow, evolve, amazes me. My piano teacher once told me of one of his students who started taking lessons in her late 60's. Arthiritis and all, she would never miss a lesson.
I am 32 this year. Yes I have a diploma in Jazz performance... but honestly, I don't think I'm that good. My sightreading is quite rubbish, my chordwork is far from being at the back of my hands and my improvisational ability is shite. But, I am persistent and one day all that will change. That is my prized possesion. Even rocks break against the gentle flow of the stream, and mountains move for the one who has purpose in life.
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Secret Eyes
Secret eyes
reading this letter
by the waxing of the moon
Like a witch's coven party
I want to dance
Scream
Laugh with you
5 billion to 1.
reading this letter
by the waxing of the moon
Like a witch's coven party
I want to dance
Scream
Laugh with you
5 billion to 1.
I can feel it coming.
This wave of having too many things to achieve is starting to overwhelm me maybe I should shut up and just start doing
Saturday, 18 July 2009
Do ya?
Do you remember the time,
when you said one mean thing to one person ,
and didnt get a chance to verify yourself after that?
Of course you don't,
it was one thing and it could'nt have lasted eh?
Wrong.
You're not a bad person.
I am, for thinking that thought.
when you said one mean thing to one person ,
and didnt get a chance to verify yourself after that?
Of course you don't,
it was one thing and it could'nt have lasted eh?
Wrong.
You're not a bad person.
I am, for thinking that thought.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Wrong.
The one who said that absence makes the heart grow fonder obviously didn't think he was going to die tommorow. We all do in the end.
2 nights ago I sat in bed sleepless, sweating profusely soaking up my pillows. I don't know whether it was the fever or the incessant rambling thoughts in my head. I couldn't breathe easy and my seretide inhaler was empty. Its easy for ashmatics to think about death I think. Its such a direct connection, breathing and life. I was scared I'm not gonna lie. I'm scared about death and thinking about it. I lay awake and watched her sleeping. I tried to clear my head by taking deep breaths and the answer I got was that when you think you're gonna die, you love more. Why not me? Why not you? Jesus Christ, Beethoven, Gandhi, Mother theresa, all dead. That is where you're headed too.
I love you I love you I love you. My old friends, my love, my family.... call them. We put off things because we forget that we are gonna die. We create divisions among ourselves, society and whatever because we forget that someday we will lay in the ground and be food for worms. I share something in common with all you human beings. We will all die. So love. Fuck I'm scared of dying. THat doesn't mean I go all hippie and do shit. I dont need to "love thy neighbour" cuz honestly he smells funny but I do need to love people I know... We let thoughts ramble in our head like some mindless machine that we lose control because we forget that all this is not going to last forever. We are all busy with our lives but not busy with our purpose in life which is to bring love to whoever we meet. We criticize others, ourselves but forget that the relationship between the entire human race and mother earth is exactly like the billions of cells working together in your own body. We fight, we kill but No ONe...NO ONE has the right to kill when they have not the power to bring someone back from the dead. We forget, we forget that one person is both unique but part of a whole at the same time. No divisions. We eat the same, we shit the same, we feel love anger fear anxiety and mind fuck ourselves with shit and ego. The ego is shit. It is not confidence. It is like a whiny child in need of attention. Give it none for the ego thinks it lives forever.
Now is the only time there is.
2 nights ago I sat in bed sleepless, sweating profusely soaking up my pillows. I don't know whether it was the fever or the incessant rambling thoughts in my head. I couldn't breathe easy and my seretide inhaler was empty. Its easy for ashmatics to think about death I think. Its such a direct connection, breathing and life. I was scared I'm not gonna lie. I'm scared about death and thinking about it. I lay awake and watched her sleeping. I tried to clear my head by taking deep breaths and the answer I got was that when you think you're gonna die, you love more. Why not me? Why not you? Jesus Christ, Beethoven, Gandhi, Mother theresa, all dead. That is where you're headed too.
I love you I love you I love you. My old friends, my love, my family.... call them. We put off things because we forget that we are gonna die. We create divisions among ourselves, society and whatever because we forget that someday we will lay in the ground and be food for worms. I share something in common with all you human beings. We will all die. So love. Fuck I'm scared of dying. THat doesn't mean I go all hippie and do shit. I dont need to "love thy neighbour" cuz honestly he smells funny but I do need to love people I know... We let thoughts ramble in our head like some mindless machine that we lose control because we forget that all this is not going to last forever. We are all busy with our lives but not busy with our purpose in life which is to bring love to whoever we meet. We criticize others, ourselves but forget that the relationship between the entire human race and mother earth is exactly like the billions of cells working together in your own body. We fight, we kill but No ONe...NO ONE has the right to kill when they have not the power to bring someone back from the dead. We forget, we forget that one person is both unique but part of a whole at the same time. No divisions. We eat the same, we shit the same, we feel love anger fear anxiety and mind fuck ourselves with shit and ego. The ego is shit. It is not confidence. It is like a whiny child in need of attention. Give it none for the ego thinks it lives forever.
Now is the only time there is.
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