My heart pounded along with the heavy drum beat that boomed out of those huge man-size speakers; the bassist pumped up as the song raised its crescendo. They were now getting into the song (or ‘groove’ as my generation would say); one which Jared had wrote only two weeks ago. I couldn’t help smiling, it was only the 2nd time i was hearing the song. . . it sounded good.. Go Jared! It had great energy. And I felt good the rush of adrenaline. Whoo hooo!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
a christmas story
I would look forward to her visits to clean the pantry and the office premise which we occupied. We were the estate agents for this high tower office block (MSC status) and everyday we would entertain interested parties, .. people with deep pockets, big cars and big egos to match. She was the humble cleaner lady and a breath of fresh air in that stuffy environment. We had some good laughs together. Her name was Shanti, probably in her forties, doing her best to keep her family intact and make ends meet every month.
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