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Minnie the moocher

I love this song! This has been on my nighttime playlist for the past one week. I love the tune, the trumpet and the chorus — basically how the music is arranged. The 1930s were a great era for jazz music. While electronic genre is my all-time favourite, jazz is high up among my top three list. I used to buy jazz CDs back then when CDs were all the rage. How I wish I could travel back in time and visit The Cotton Club in all its pomp and glory. Ho de Ho de Ho! Hi de hi de Hi! He de he de he!

Wonderfully catchy. I still have no idea what the great Cab Calloway is singing about though. I’m too busy twirling around the room to this song to figure the lyrics out. It’s such a perfect ditty for Sunday (or any other day), isn’t it?

This reminds me of the Golden Age that Woody Allen featured in his movie Midnight in Paris. That’s one of my favourite films of all time too. It has great cinematography, lighting, music, a whimsical storyline and, most importantly, nearly all my favourite artists and writers of the era. It also has a killer soundtrack to boot.

I’ve always wanted to travel back in time to experience all the glories (or tragedies) and great moments that make history what it is today. Since young, I’ve always thought I belong to another era and would feel more at home in the olden days. I guess that’s why I love history and films about historic periods. And that’s why I love Midnight In Paris; it was as though Woody read my mind and brought my character as Gil to life.

All this nostalgia is making me wanna watch the film again. Be right back!

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Kings of the ocean

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So I saw these gigantic monsters from afar and I thought they were lobsters from two metres away. When I walked up closer to them, I realised they were prawns. Yes, but these are king prawns, not your average-sized prawns that are near the bottom of the food chain and get eaten up by almost everyone passing through.

It was too crowded for me to take a pic of the prawns with my hand next to them as a scale. But I can assure you they were at least 20cm long and 5cm broad. Told you they were monsters.

They were as big as someone’s face, bigger than the fresh palm-sized oysters we ate a while ago and it could feed a family of five if everyone is happy to just take two bites each.

Then I immediately brightened up and wanted to take a pic to send it to you so we could laugh about it. Then I paused and went, “Oh right. We are not speaking to each other.”

I walked further down the aisle and I took another pic that had a hilarious caption which I know you will find it just as funny as I did. But again I refrained from texting you.

The strange thing about soliciting advice is when we talk to other people to ask them for their counsel about the situation we find ourselves in, to see if they can help us analyse the dilemma we face and to hear what their solutions for us may be isn’t always the right choice.

They are not in our shoes, they don’t know what we have gone through, they don’t know exactly how much feelings and hurt we have inside, or worse, they may have their own agenda to tell you certain things but still, we listen to them and even follow their advice because we are lost and we are too sad to think for ourselves and we have no clue to what the other party is thinking about.

So we assume the worse of everything because that is the easiest way to protect ourselves from further pain.

We try to cope as best as we can, knowing that every step we take forward is a reluctant, painful step. If only the two people involved are willing to sit down to talk openly, to really bring up the fears, the questions, the pain, then maybe just maybe, there is a way out of this dark tunnel.

That’s just my thoughts. What do you think?

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I’m alive

Haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…… No, this isn’t some weird Lolzcat speak for “hi”. This is a really really really long low monotonous DUH sounding sigh that if you were in front of me, the impact would knock you over because it’s still echoing through my mouth.

Which means…… I’M ALIVE! I’M ALIVE!

After sleeping less than four hours the last two days in an awkward sitting position because I dozed off halfway punching out a 2,500-word feature and 800-word column, I thought I wouldn’t survive past the today’s deadline.

My neck and shoulders are creaky but I musn’t complain. Because I can finally move on with the rest of my life. Only the rest of my life consists of putting out three more print editions before this year ends. I wept two nights ago by the way. I had to face the public with my left eye way smaller than the right next day. THE ENTIRE DAY! Oh god, the amount of self consciousness that I had to keep at bay.

I honestly doubt if I can survive this Darth Vader-like “force choke” work pressure by myself because good staff are hard to find these days. After the issues I had with, not one, but two irresponsible young former employees this week, I am mentally scarred. The weirdest thing is when I relate my traumatising experience with bad staff to people I sort of trust, they understood my point of view. I’m very relieved to know I’m not the one who needs a hard knock on the head. Say what you want about fair employment, I am already forming some very discriminating thoughts about what I don’t want to see in the next hire. Bite me.

My goal this weekend is to watch tv, sleep, clean my room, watch more tv, exercise, nap, watch even more tv. Oh and eat! Mustn’t forget about sustenance, especially since I’ve stopped eating regularly the last two months. Silly, I know. I can be overly ambitious at times.

What I learned about myself is I am kinda ok slogging through work and I obviously want to do the best I can but I rather spend my time creating a well-oiled efficient army of minions to carry out my commands. How else am I supposed to rule the world?

Let me interrupt you reading here for a second. I have to say this before I forget. Glee is hilarious! Ok, done.

Well, there are 10 more days before October ends. Sometimes I wish I have someone to call and just talk about what’s really bothering me. Or even share some random interesting and amusing things I see daily without worrying if I am overdoing it. Maybe I think too much because I am secretly idealistic because I have issues about the past because I am just a … Maybe I need to go sleep now. But I’m free from deadlines which means I can sleep properly! At least for the next few days! Yay!

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Sunday best

I adore Sundays. It’s a day where even God takes a break from the usual routine of being a God to the world. Calories do not count on Sundays either so I can stuff my face with food and laze in front of the TV. Or roll on my bed like a sausage and snooze away. Until dinner beckons.

The only flaw I see in this brilliant off day is Sundays always seem to lead to Mondays – the first dreaded day of the work week – and it’s another five days before I see sweet Sunday again.

Sundays, always making me rusty for Mondays.