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come over to www.jazzmoney.wordpress.comI have moved!

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1. Jazzmoney likes girly drinks like pina colada, wine cooler and strawberry daiquri.2. Jazzmoney likes to look at pretty bags.3. Jazzmoney loves shopping.4. Jazzmoney gets cranky when filthy men leave the toilet seats up.5. Jazzmoney cannot separate love and sex.6. Jazzmoney makes breakfast and calls the morning after.7. Jazzmoney wears pink t-shirts.8. Jazzmoney has a gay best friend.9.

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We did it. We managed to get up and drag our sorry asses to Changi in time, well, almost in time. We were so close to having our names called out on the passanger manifest! And there was that hot girl sitting across the aisle from me and I swear I know her from somewhere. But how lame would a line like "excuse me, do I know you from somewhere" be? :)Anyway, it's great to come home to almost no

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Finally got to Jazz@Southbridge last night (or was it the night before?)And the very next day, who should I meet other than Aaron Caucasian and David African-American at the music store. Got conned into jamming with them.Pleasure - The honour of playing with musicians of their caliber is simply, well, mind-blowing!Pain - Must've made a complete idiot out of myself...The YMCA kicked me out. KICKED

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I've found two free wi-fi spots.1. McDonald's (but they want your email first. God knows how much spam I'll logging on!)2. My buddy's house *grins*Beyond that, my MacBook Pro is an expensive (and heavy) piece of dumbell to carry around...The YMCA is a hotspot too. SGD24 for two hours and SGD30 for 24 hours....In any case, this trip is a little weird. First time in Singapore being single. Urbangem

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In Singapore. Looking for FREE Wifi spots is horrible. I've found one. Lizzie, for your benefit, the tattoos.Talk again soon as I find another hot spot.

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I don't understand. I really don't. I thought of him like my little brother, like How.And like How, I try and nurture. Try and teach, try and impart whatever I know. Tell them whatever mistakes I have made in the past so that THEY don't make the same mistake. After all, to make the same mistake twice would be stupid wouldn't it? And a series of events all leading to the same conclusion would give

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That's it! I've called Richard and I'm getting two, TWO tattoos. One on the ankle and another on the back, just below my right shoulder.The pain... I'm actually looking forward to the pain...

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It's settled. I have yet to call Richard, the tattoo artist. But I'll be popping by Singapore soon enough and getting myself inked.Momento Mori - Remember that you must die.Remember that you must die... Negative? Never! It's a reminder that we have this one life and we ought to live it well. I have decided. I shall try and live life as such that I have no regrets, whether I die or live

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When I first started this blog, I told myself I will not blog about details in my personal life. After all, we've got too many skeletons in the closet. Skeletons that we would prefer not make public. Skeletons that belong in a diary, not a public blog.But there is a first for everything, I've been told. This will be my first.I went to Aunt Grace's grave yesterday, primarily because I haven't

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Wouldn't it be nice if we were able to wake up everyday and paint ourselves a rosy picture of the world around us?That everything is pleasant and happy. A magical world.Taiwan's in chaos.Thailand's just managed to pull itself together, or so we think...McDonald's stopped serving breakfast.One of my guitar's strings snapped.Men are from Mars and women, venus.The haze is thickening and I'm smoking

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There are people replying to my blog? Surely this means that there are people READING my blog. *gush*TattooYep, I;ve pretty much decided on the second one. It's a tibetan scripture that, among many other meanings, mean "all hail to the jewel in the lotus". But it's used primarily as a mantra. Fits with my existing one and is probably the only thing i most believe in among many things that I don't

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What if, you were told you had only one day to live? That tomorrow would be your last.What would you do and would you be ok with it? What regrets would you have?Interesting thought...

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I've been deliberating. I know I want another one. I know where I should put it. The question is... What should I get? I mean, it's gotta be something I truly believe in, something that incorporates who I am. Tribal's just too generic, zodiac signs are a little... tacky?I think I've narrowed it down to these two. The delimma now is choosing which one. Or maybe I should get both....

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Yeah yeah i know it's been quite some time since the last post. I've been busy with a multitude of excuses. My spanking new MacBook Pro, new concessions in the business, my refound love for the Playstation and so on and so forth.In any case, some updates for you people.1. MacBook Pro- I did it! I splurged! After months and months of deliberation, I finally did it. For those of you who don't quite

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This is it, we're alive! Brunei now knows easyOrange.Five months from concept and business feasibility to production and operations and launch. Five months... It's been a crazy five months but we made it! easyOrange is online!

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It's 4 in the morning and the whole office block is fast asleep. All but one new start-up advertising firm. Tomorrow's the big day. Our kiosks are getting installed on site tomorrow. We're all working to finish up digital ads for our new clients. I should take a step back and reflect for a moment. I highly suspect it's a question of how big egos can get.20th January 2006 -How naive Terence and I

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Have you ever felt that you've lost time? I don't mean, "Where did the week go?". It's more like, "Where did my life go?".There are many aspects to this. People, places, jobs, hobbies. They all come and go, all a part of our legacy.I rememberwhen I was little and wondered what the future holds for me,when I was a little older and started forming my own opinions,when hormones hit and what, at that

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A few weeks ago, a good friend of mine told me of the time he choked on an unagi bone. An unagi bone! I remember looking at him funny, and rolling around the floor laughing.Last night, right after dinner, I rushed to his place where the my rest of friends were. They had to send me to the A&E.what goes around comes aroundI choked on an unagi bone...

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Mmmmm... This is a little strange, the typing and posting, the sending of my thoughts into cyberspace. What is it about blogging that intrigues the world? I have yet to find out, yet to experience the thrill when you say what you need to say (or rather, type what you want to type) and send it out into an infinite space where anyone, anyone, have access to.I have always been a late bloomer. So

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