Month: July 2004

The Highly Anticipated Return of Morose Man

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Faded Love – Lyle Lovett & Shawn Colvin – Ride With Bob And so out of sheer boredom, I went and joined the teeming mass of humanity at Zouk and Wine Bar at the behest of SM. Very bored. Very sheer. Thursday’s ‘Do you even have a life’ query must’ve struck a raw nerve. I’ve been thinking about this a fair bit. But I think I shall remain in denial for a bit more. There is life outside of work. Heck, I don’t even write about work. Not that I hate work, but it’s just not prudent to talk about work. At Wine Bar, me and SM had a jug of vodka red bull each, chewing the fat, and getting chatted up by Foreign Men. Not good at all. (Hey, buddy, what’s that you’re drinking? Is it good?) As bad as the time a few years ago when a Foreign Woman whispered in my ear, ‘Hey mate, you know, I’m gay, but I fantasize about having sex with gay men…. …

MX-5 1, Mynah 0

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: Nobody Knows Me – Lyle Lovett – Live In Texas This evening me and the boys met up at our local and had more drinks than usual, for reasons unbeknownst to ourselves. In between drinks, I messaged the ex in Hong Kong a birthday greeting, and mulled over where I was in life. This spell of introspection thankfully lasted only till the next drink. Me and the boys drank, ate chicken wings, hotdogs and drank some more. And we laughed a lot. One of those pub meetings where you laugh a lot, then you go home and think hey, that was fun, but you can’t remember what you laughed about. JH did cause a pause when he told us about his ‘seriously weird’ afternoon with his car. He was driving his Miata down a leafy stretch and a mynah flew very close across and past his windscreen, and before he could marvel at the sight, that mynah’s companion mynah couldn’t quite fly clear of his windscreen, and clipped it’s legs …

Super Senior Minister

iTunes’ party shuffle is playing: So Far Away – Rod Stewart – Tapestry Revisited: A Tribute to Carole King Someone asked me, so, do you have a life outside of work? Do you have friends? I wanted to say, course I do, go read my blog, so many things happen to me, I don’t have enough time to write them down. But I didn’t. But really, I am so happening I spend only fifteen minutes at dinner with the family. And today was no different. Everyone at home’s still recovering from the dastardly flu, and between residual coughs and mouthfuls of food (we had pork ribs, tofu, kailan and pork soup), we speculated on what LKY’s new title would be. I offered “PMF”, for Prime Minister’s Father. Lee Kuan Yew, MP, PMF. Like The Queen Mother. Thought of fondly, sometimes revered, and expected to say odd things once awhile that might embarrass the family. My father laughed and choked on his soup and coughed and coughed till I got worried. HM Queen Elizabeth The Queen …