Nostalgia and Yvonne Kwan
who says rain only brings ill-fates and mitigated disasters.
when it poured cats and dogs and rats last night in Orchard Road, i had to take refuge in one of my former favourite haunts, Plaza Singapura. for years before i had left for Perth, that was the place where i received my musical education and my talents were honed.
however, in recent visits, the place have been swarmed by a thousand pair of strangers' eyes. that could either be attributed to my myopia or the increase in human traffic and the outflux of friendly personels.
however, the rain brought me to a chance meeting. it brought me a man named Rosli.
he is a guitar guru whom i studied with for a bit. further into the conversation, it was rather refreshing to hear that he has married his long standing sweetheart and more excitingly will be finishing up the final recordings of his debut instrumental album.
things are moving on aye...
from that encounter i managed to extract my former bassists' mobile number whom i duly contacted almost immediately.
hence that fated encounter let to another meeting of old acquaintances. the following meeting goes by the name of one Bani Rahman.
when i met him at Eunos Block 4, it doesnt seem that he has changed at all. same round figure. same round tummy. same corny musician's humour. just think Fat Albert...
a friend of his came by a little later while i was on my second tea fix.
i found out that she was a property agent and the rest as they say is history. to make matters worst, another one of those property agents came by and sat with us.
at one point in time i had only 3 things to be thankful for. God, for still having faith that my life is worth the while. Bani, for being present, and a mug full of tea, to keep me occupied while my heart fidgets.
well it wasnt that bad of course. but we kept drifting in and out of everday topics and property agent sanctioned topics. so while zoning in and out of conciousness, eventually i zoned out completely and chose to become Rob Zombie.
in that state of unconciousness we all exchanged numbers.
it was 1130 and i had to take my leave.
while immersing myself in Nick Hornby's world of How to be Good, i received a text message (amongst few others).
the most notable one being:
'... its an honour to noe sumone with high qualifications like u, yet so humble...'
nnnnnnnoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not another Yvonne Kwan!!!
when it poured cats and dogs and rats last night in Orchard Road, i had to take refuge in one of my former favourite haunts, Plaza Singapura. for years before i had left for Perth, that was the place where i received my musical education and my talents were honed.
however, in recent visits, the place have been swarmed by a thousand pair of strangers' eyes. that could either be attributed to my myopia or the increase in human traffic and the outflux of friendly personels.
however, the rain brought me to a chance meeting. it brought me a man named Rosli.
he is a guitar guru whom i studied with for a bit. further into the conversation, it was rather refreshing to hear that he has married his long standing sweetheart and more excitingly will be finishing up the final recordings of his debut instrumental album.
things are moving on aye...
from that encounter i managed to extract my former bassists' mobile number whom i duly contacted almost immediately.
hence that fated encounter let to another meeting of old acquaintances. the following meeting goes by the name of one Bani Rahman.
when i met him at Eunos Block 4, it doesnt seem that he has changed at all. same round figure. same round tummy. same corny musician's humour. just think Fat Albert...
a friend of his came by a little later while i was on my second tea fix.
i found out that she was a property agent and the rest as they say is history. to make matters worst, another one of those property agents came by and sat with us.
at one point in time i had only 3 things to be thankful for. God, for still having faith that my life is worth the while. Bani, for being present, and a mug full of tea, to keep me occupied while my heart fidgets.
well it wasnt that bad of course. but we kept drifting in and out of everday topics and property agent sanctioned topics. so while zoning in and out of conciousness, eventually i zoned out completely and chose to become Rob Zombie.
in that state of unconciousness we all exchanged numbers.
it was 1130 and i had to take my leave.
while immersing myself in Nick Hornby's world of How to be Good, i received a text message (amongst few others).
the most notable one being:
'... its an honour to noe sumone with high qualifications like u, yet so humble...'
nnnnnnnoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
not another Yvonne Kwan!!!
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Thursday, November 23, 2006 at 11:33 am.
