Living a little, laughing a little

On Thursday night, mrbrown, James Seng, Xiaxue and myself made arrangements after work to attend Sondra’s wake. It had been a difficult afternoon, trying to juggle work with the weight of the news of her passing.

We met members of her family and mrbrown explained a little about who were were – Sondra’s family didn’t quite know the extent of her online life, much less her involvement with Tomorrow.sg. It may have surprised them a little to see us, as well as bloggers from the Cowboy Bar fraternity.

We left a little after 10pm to look for something to eat, and found ourselves at McDonald’s Northpoint as it was the only place left open. (The KFC manager said ‘no more chicken’, because ‘we don’t cook the chicken here, they have to bring it here’).

Over our burgers and shaker fries, me and mrbrown found ourselves talking about everything. A lot. We ate, we laughed, and we laughed some more when I dropped my burger on my lap.

On the way home, I told mrbrown that maybe we needed that – to remember the importance of ordinary things, the simple things.

iTunes is playing an illegal copy of Living a Little, Laughing a Little from the album “Living a Little, Laughing a Little (1974 – 1985)” by John Hiatt & Elvis Costello of which I have the original CD.

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6 thoughts on “Living a little, laughing a little”

  1. Mr Miyagi

    Great post. Yup, it’s the ordinary stuff that matter. We tend to get so caught up with “stuff” we simply forget. Try this exercise.. imagine that you’re at your own funeral and you see a bunch of folks eulogizing you. Listen to what they have to say, and see if it reconciles with what you’re doing today… it’s damn sobering. When I first did this many years ago, it freaked me out, and I quit my job soon after because it was simply not in line with who I was…

    PC

  2. Mr Miyagi

    Great post. Yup, it’s the ordinary stuff that matter. We tend to get so caught up with “stuff” we simply forget. Try this exercise.. imagine that you’re at your own funeral and you see a bunch of folks eulogizing you. Listen to what they have to say, and see if it reconciles with what you’re doing today… it’s damn sobering. When I first did this many years ago, it freaked me out, and I quit my job soon after because it was simply not in line with who I was…

    PC

  3. yes life is precious
    we owe it to our family

    my colleague i work closely with every day
    pass away the next day (road accident)
    sigh

    pls stop smoking
    and ask brown koko to go easy on luncheon meat
    no matter what brand it is.

    anon1

  4. yes life is precious
    we owe it to our family

    my colleague i work closely with every day
    pass away the next day (road accident)
    sigh

    pls stop smoking
    and ask brown koko to go easy on luncheon meat
    no matter what brand it is.

    anon1

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