Acoustic This Sunday

"It's already 1.40am!" quipped my friend, Sarah, Maroon 5 playing in the background. I am tired and almost exhausted from the marathon of meeting old friends, playing the small gig at OOOM3. Great experience and made some notable mentions in Andie Francoeur who opened the night with her elegance and poetry. I miss piano laden music.

Carol from Class 95FM hooked me up with an acoustic gig at Love The World Soul Rock Bar & Bistro. Try saying that 20 times fast. It's a brand new bar situated at Singapore Flyer, 30 Raffles Avenue. I have to do a bit of trekking the next few days to make sure I find the place ok on Sunday. 8pm it is, with resident band opening. I'm looking forward to playing with the Taylor.

So much I've taken with me this trip so far. One thing i realise, Singapore is a very wordy country. Every signage, poster, public announcement comes in 4 different languages. With very directive instructions found mostly in idiot proof manuals. You get the sense that a lot of thought went into the designing and assembling. But more than that, it is a country full of brands and slogans. Some, a little over creative on the edges, overstating the obvious, as if the obvious was not enough. And i shudder to realise I tend to overstate my point in my writing, songs, poems alike. Shudder, indeed, even if on repeat. Countless repeat. Ok, better be ahead and stop now.

My left arm is aching with alarm bells of possible paralyzing going off. Perhaps the heavy laptop. The lack of blood flow. I shall see if tomorrow brings some recovery or I shall worry.

Or maybe I'm just really exhausted. Gotta rest for Sunday. But not for a few days holidaying in JB. Here I come.