One tooth less

I recently had one of my four wisdom teeth removed by a dentist who calls himself Logan, but I'm sure he's named Loganathan by his parents, because he is, well, Indian. One wisdom tooth less, but I don't feel stupider.

That is also to say I just returned from KL. One crucial thing that made the trip necessary was getting the darnedest Dreamweaver installer from Mr Rabi, who I later realized didn't have the installer for a Mac system. I should be so damned right now. But it's alright, he said he'll send me the link from where I could download the installer (for free). I will wait patiently for his blessed email.

I sent my 40kg Roland RD-700SX stage piano to Singapore, still waiting for the delivery people to arrive as I type. 40kg includes the formidable flight case that I custom ordered from a hard case maker. It's so big my brother calls it "the coffin". And it's unnecessarily heavy. I don't know why I even bought it.

Did I tell you that I'm taking part in a singing competition my company organized? To enrich our lives when we're not toiling on duty, our company established ECA (extra-curricular activities) and I'm already in two of them, the dance circle and the performing arts circle. (so predictable, no? :P)

Oh about the competition. I went for the audition and they took me for the semi-finals. I'm planning on singing Whistle Down The Wind by Andrew Lloyd Webber. I think it'll be pretty impressive. They said I'd do pretty well in that competition, I hope so too.

Smokin' Aces

Been on the ciggies for some time now, not likely going to stop any time soon. Is it addiction already? Didn't realize it was that fast. I guess it's just the idea of being able to smoke, the vague implication that I'm grownup enough to do something like that. Parents frown upon it, teachers despise it. But no one thinks it's a big issue when a grownup does it. What would Mum think if she finds out that I've been taking puffs by the roadside, behind bus stops and more elegantly, at a tall table of some gay bar.

Oh, and the gay bar. That would be for another day.

But it relaxes me somehow. When I'm plugged in to my Jazz and smoking a menthol lights, I wished that one stick never ends. Time stops. The night seems even more enchanting. I feel like I'm in a movie, slowly blowing out smoke clouds. Audrey Hepburn smoked, and she did it so elegantly.

Anyway just a quick update: just got back from Seoul and then San Francisco. Did a fair bit of shopping around the cities and is severely broke now. Will need some time to recuperate, especially after getting this hefty little toy - my new iMac. The price to pay for a proper workstation, and that means homemade music on the way. The only thing missing now is my Roland stage piano, which will be expected in April. My Toshiba lappie is dead, so will need to find another way to finish my Web Design assignment (yes Gaboink, I haven't finished it. Spank me!)