Orders a Jedi Mudster...
Refreshing. That's what it was this evening. In a short time, we managed to assemble all of the Carebears (heh...can see Ian cringing...) this evening. I had a delightful time.
I first met Joe and Kel for dinner. We entered a Jap restaurant, drank their water, read their menu, and left. So much for social graces. But what the hell, satisfying our tummies was the greater motivation and we headed for Sakae at Millenia Walk instead. Ian joined us thereafter.
Soon, the whole gang was there, including Yong and Ian's kid brother. After a decent wait for a table, we managed to sit in NYDC Suntec, all seven of us. Desert was served, with much laughter and childish banter. Therein lies the simple joy of just chilling with close friends; no frills, no pretence.
As we dispersed for the evening (yup, me with the car literally dropped them off. Sorry Joe!), I drove (sped) home feeling refreshed by this familiar company. Being in the presence of old friends does allow one to lose our masks.
PS. Parking in town is not only costly, but inconvenient, especially when you know not where the carpark freakin' is.
Ian my man, all the best with you SPH internship. Nail it bro.
Uncle T
8 Apr 2006
7 Apr 2006
These past couple of weeks... 3:34 pm
Orders fruit juice and fried hokkien mee, and a plate of roasted chicken...
Work
Aye, I have started work and coming into my second Saturday working hald day. Yup, that's what this job entails, and more. My paymaster is a listed shipping logistics firm. But where I work at, Keppel Distripark, is a far cry from the HQ's office, with instant coffee dispensers and all in its waiting area.
I work at a container warehouse. Diesel from perpetually working forklifts, dust and dirt, all clog the air. Similarly, it has clogged my lungs too. Thus, I'm on MC today for sinus inflammation and the like. But I guess I am learning stuff from this enviroment, I would say a kind of learning that I may never get a chance to encounter later on in life.
Hard Revolution...not bad.
Just finished a book (as in, JUST), titled Hard Revolution by george Pelecanos. This book came into my possession after Dilane decided to try start a book club, and this was the first book we exchanged. And i lent him Voltaire (which is still virgin new). Ha. To think boys at our age starting a book club, but its fun I guess; not many people I know share about what they read and stuff.
Decent read, revolving around the lives of suburbia on the backdrop of civil rights movement in 1960s America. Nice thing about this book: its author writes utilising much cinematic ideas and movement of plot. Suspense is created rather subtley. Wouldn't call it an outright thriller, but subtle hints allows the reader to be engaged. The plot is broken into sub-plots, and finally (rather casually, actually) are woven together. Pelecanos also allows the plot that focuses on the development of Martin Luther King's movement and the plot of the individual character to run parallel through the book.
Today!
Some scenes of looting and mayhem from the book still linger in my mind. Anyhow, the day is coming to a close, and still no date for a Friday evening. Well, there is soccer downstairs at 6. And the thought of going to work tomorrow...not going down too good with my fatigued limbs from jogging....
It is so unnerving, stranded at this junction, not knowing when will the next turn come, and where will it head. "Patience", overused. For how long can it be drawn on? It isn't an endless reservoir of supply, this "patience". But I guess there is no better alternative, is there?
Uncle T
Work
Aye, I have started work and coming into my second Saturday working hald day. Yup, that's what this job entails, and more. My paymaster is a listed shipping logistics firm. But where I work at, Keppel Distripark, is a far cry from the HQ's office, with instant coffee dispensers and all in its waiting area.
I work at a container warehouse. Diesel from perpetually working forklifts, dust and dirt, all clog the air. Similarly, it has clogged my lungs too. Thus, I'm on MC today for sinus inflammation and the like. But I guess I am learning stuff from this enviroment, I would say a kind of learning that I may never get a chance to encounter later on in life.
Hard Revolution...not bad.
Just finished a book (as in, JUST), titled Hard Revolution by george Pelecanos. This book came into my possession after Dilane decided to try start a book club, and this was the first book we exchanged. And i lent him Voltaire (which is still virgin new). Ha. To think boys at our age starting a book club, but its fun I guess; not many people I know share about what they read and stuff.
Decent read, revolving around the lives of suburbia on the backdrop of civil rights movement in 1960s America. Nice thing about this book: its author writes utilising much cinematic ideas and movement of plot. Suspense is created rather subtley. Wouldn't call it an outright thriller, but subtle hints allows the reader to be engaged. The plot is broken into sub-plots, and finally (rather casually, actually) are woven together. Pelecanos also allows the plot that focuses on the development of Martin Luther King's movement and the plot of the individual character to run parallel through the book.
Today!
Some scenes of looting and mayhem from the book still linger in my mind. Anyhow, the day is coming to a close, and still no date for a Friday evening. Well, there is soccer downstairs at 6. And the thought of going to work tomorrow...not going down too good with my fatigued limbs from jogging....
It is so unnerving, stranded at this junction, not knowing when will the next turn come, and where will it head. "Patience", overused. For how long can it be drawn on? It isn't an endless reservoir of supply, this "patience". But I guess there is no better alternative, is there?
Uncle T