Your Humble Narrator

salivating.

This is taken from the 70th storey of The Plaza at the Stamford Hotel. We could see to the edges of Singapore. THAT IS HOW SMALL THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE IS. And by the way, I love my camera.

THE ALIENS HAVE LANDED!!!!!!!!!- no lah. Can you believe this EFFING UGLY BUILDING is our SUPREME COURT?!?!?!!? Yes, folks, it is. What a shame. I zoomed in much to focus on its uglinessity. And of course, am posting this up now to inform the world of its much uglinessity.

Jacqueline says this picture looks like it belongs on a postcard. Yay, the Singapore River, boat quay section. I love the shophouses there. They are just gorgeous and vintage and.. whatnot. Once again, I love my camera.

Rehearsals day after day after day and TOMORROW it's the real thing! I mean, we always start preparing for these concerts months in advance (i'm speaking nov 05!) but it only always comes together on the last day itself.

AND I have to FREAKING HELL KEEP IN MIND my little bassist filler during the ending of our piece. I keep forgetting. I keep forgetting. I KEEP FORGETTING.

Liselle told me to do a little.. whachamacallit thingie when she introduces me. For example, Matthew's doing this crazy drum solo. Yeah that sort of thing. And I'm like, "BUT I'M ON BASS. I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO MUCH ON BASS." So you audience tomorrow would have to settle for a really boring trill. Either that or I switch to jazz guitar for a bit and do some rubbish.

But nah maybe i'd just stick to bass. Background's good. I'm always in the background anyway.

17032006; 10:29pm