On Another Gig - 2004-09-27 11:59 a.m. Although it was not our best performance, it was the most fun [sic] gig I had in years. Our vocalist was in Europe (feck him and his fecking luck…), so I had to do guitars and sing as well. I felt sorry for the audience, which was only 2 people. Heheh. Met a lot of nice people – the cool dudes from Telebury (whose CD is constantly playing in my car and mp3s are on heavy rotation in my iPod… I mean, I dig these dudes’ music BIG TIME) , Hassan Peter Brown and Soft Touch – incl. Wong and Alex who are both exceptional musicians, Zack and YuJin and Jonathan (Groovetank – Funk Rules!) and the great guys (and a gal) from Zhen who are from Singapore. It was really fun connecting to people who love, understand and make music for a change. My life has been too caught up in computers and work that I forgot that life offers more if we know where to look for it. Also met Ain’s husband who incidentally, is a good friend of Ajeep, our keyboardist. Small world indeed. This is also the first gig where I really enjoyed ALL the performances. Ah well, all good things must come to an end. Back to doing my best impression of a worker bee. Feck.

Hm - 2004-09-20 1:37 p.m. Feeling like running away? You can’t. Your legs are tied to the ground.

On Consequences - 2004-09-17 10:29 a.m. Just think about it... No Adolf Hitler, no genocide of jews. No genocide of jews, no creation of the state of Israel. No creation of the state of Israel, no intifada. No intifada, Mr. Laden is probably managing his father's real estate business somewhere or is currently a warlord in Afghanistan, enjoying the fruits of retirement after the Mujahideens won back Afghanistan. No Mr. Bin Laden, no Al-Qaeda, no nine-eleven. Although, I think the attack of Iraq is inevitable, regardless of nine-eleven or not.

On Travel - 2004-09-08 11:43 p.m. So here I am, in a hotel just next to what the locals call four-floors-of-whores. I just had dinner with my sis-in-law and her boyfriend and discovered that he’s a geek just like me. He watches all the star trek series, digs computers, sci-fi and is a techie just like me. *Why did I feel like I just made myself look really UNcool with that sentence?* Anyway, I try to avoid Orchard Tower because it just feels wrong being there. Although I am admitting the fact that I’ve checked out that place once before and found it rather uhm… in what Sean Connery might say - inntereshhting. My colleagues are out with our local ‘consultant’, sipping coffee and teh tarik somewhere while I am stuck here listening to Portishead’s Seven Months (not necessarily a bad thing) while figuring out a way to get the extra headers from wap requests (unnecessary bad thing). This is the third time I am here in two months and I am quite sure that we’ll be here again in the next two to three weeks. For some weird reason, despite all the kiasuness of the people, I feel like I could get used to this city with its pedestrian-friendly walkways, great amenities and facilities, cute fashionable eye-candies, easy-on-the-eyes green trees and not-as-ugly-as-Kay-El traffic. But somehow, I can’t wait to get on the bed in my house so that I could lie beside my wife and that noisy curious half Persian half Burmese eating-machine moving rug that meows loudly when hungry and purrs calmingly when caressed. Contradictory, as usual, I am.