SOULFOOD MARATHON
1. We did not make it to Play instead ending up spending the night at a tuck shop. One of the few hideouts with really good vibes. Tuckshop is a newborn but I’m hoping that it’ll turn into a smashing club soon enough because the music is really spot on.
2. Having a counterpart turning back on an agreement thirty minutes after supposedly closing the deal is my sneak preview of Darwin’s application in the business world. Lessons learnt: 1) switch off phone during lunchtime 2) the nicest people are the real assholes.
3. Been having innuendos on architectural pursuits for postgrad. Because ‘product designer’ is not glamorous enough a title.
One can claim to be an ‘architect-turn-chef’, or ‘architect-turn-writer’ (or ‘architect-turn-club-owner’) but not so funky vice versa. Damn.
4. Drug abuse is relative.
5. I have to salute my parents for putting up with this thing called work. I don’t think I can ever do that for a living, ever. I don’t want to wake up to work.
6. If there’s one uniting factor in my religion. it is that (Quoted from Dina Zaman) “… when it comes to all matters pertaining to the swine family, it’s beyond haram. You can drink, do drugs, sleep around, kill, go to bomohs, keep a goblin in your toilet but you cannot have anything to do with all things swine… there are some things we don’t do.”
7. While you will be spending your days in adrenaline rush, I will spend the next two months attending weddings and sorting out life.
“spend …..sorting out life.”
right with you there, darling.
right with you there.
Comment by Q — June 30, 2007 @ 5:59 pm
Remember: Situationist International. I need an intellectual-masturbation partner.
Comment by Tutee Ng — June 30, 2007 @ 7:26 pm