Host server crashed and all was wiped out. Had to start afresh… how coincidental. Tried some funky coloured templates but in the end this is what I’m most comfy with. It’s also more or less back to the square one. I’ve added a few new links.

I've seen Aloysius around at gigs but never spoke until recently. Check out his lomo pics. Gorgeous. Blogs can sometimes be a painful read. Most times don’t bother. Amanda led me to her friend’s blog. Mindy’s painfully good read. My old friend Pat just roped me into his newly formed non-profit society that aim to help the less fortunate. What Music For Good does is help charities organized music related activities like gigs and programs. Pat managed to round up a dozen over friends to volunteer.

Our first major event was putting together the gig for the President’s Star Charity Launch at Pavilion, Far East Square two weekends ago. Nights before the show Pat was really nervous and had major insomnia. Thankfully all went well that evening without a glitch. The only glitch was probably Molly’s tummy after she had laksa. Poor Mol.
A relieved Patch being snapped by Akiko after the gig.


Written in 1998/9, this demo was recorded on my old forstex. I modified the song a few years later for Gurmit in One Leg Kicking.
The words: “What will I say when I wave goodbye/ To a dreamer who still got my dim eyes/ Maybe blessed him with a fine life/ He would cherished the thought though it’s a kind lie/ Call my friends/ Call my lover/ Call you up/ Come on over/ We had a plan/ We’ll take it over/ It’s not a crime to feel alive/ Was it a shooting star that whizzed by/ In a constellation full of wishes/ Take a chance I might go blind/ In this constellation filled with dreamers/ Call my friends/ Call my lover/ Call you up/ Come on over/ We had a plan/ We’ll take it over/ It’s not a crime to feel alive/ Now you’re gone/ Say goodbye/ Yes you can”

Here are some more pics of the now gone Tiong Bahru Market. A lot of the stall owners and workers had been there since I was a scruffy primary school kid. Now older, some of them still recognised me and we would greet each other with a knowing smile.
Koh Brother's Pig Organ Soup is number one. The queue on weekends trains patience as the mid-day heat eats into you. But its worth the wait. Big $5 bowl please.

Another fave. In the late 70s, the stallowner had a quarrel with a renovation/construction worker which ended up with flying chairs and choppers. After that I didn't see him for a long while but he did return. Throughout his absence his you-cha-kuay never lost its crispy chewiness.

My primary school classmate's family runs this Char Siew Rice stall. The gravy used is a heavenly dark sauce that as a kid I would always asked for extra scoops. My ex classmate now runs it.

Never a big fan of duck noodle/rice, I make an exception for this- especially their soup. Again I would always for extra bowl. Sometimes 2 extra bowls...

Top view.

More stuff out from the cowebs. This was intended to be a pop number but I decided to muck around and "destroy" it. Give it some of the old Corporate Toil touches and have fun. Please bear with the singing as I didn't bother to QC this then.
The words: "Holding on to/ a bus ticket as if/ our lives depended/ on the crumpled edges/ It might take us somewhere/ where we always wanted/ Or bring us back home/ where we never want to/ Wasting our lives just thinking about it/ I rather kill time fading away with you/ Why wont you/ hold my hand/ And show me the way to go/ where we wont know/ Come look at the sky/ the gambler realized/ its not easy to find/ a lover whose sigh/ can bring u somewhere/ where u always wanted/ or bring you back home/ to sleep by her side/ It seems so easy to lie to her about it/ but it drives u crazy when u have to live by it."
Recorded on my old forstex, a Yamaha portasound, guitar delay pedal and some other assorted household appliances were used. The only thing I can't remember was when this was done. Probably around 1995 or 1996.