Poet Sam LaRose

Another evening at No-Black Tie. But instead of the usual jazz or blues acoustic performance, we had poetry. Organised by the British Council, kinda. Jacob Sam LaRose, a non-white (he tried to explain his heritage... which totally confused me) poet from London.

We sat almost in front of the stage: David, Han, Sara and meself! There was the obligatory open mike session which was not so good but only a little less impressive - such audicity and courage! David nearly convinced me to read Sara's shopping list or Things-To-Do on stage as a presage of things to come.

I went home and re-read some of the old stuff I wrote. Sheesh. They were bad!

Tremors

We were at lunch when my collegue informed us that she and another colleague had felt the tremor.
Female colleague: Did you feel that?
Male colleague: Yup. I felt it too.

I made a joke about how romantic that sounded but trust me, it is nothing to joke about when possibly hundreds may have lost their lives in yet another natural disaster. We later learned that it was indeed an earthquake which had killed 70 (and growing) in Indonesia. It was kinda depressing. All the more reason to press on and live Life to the fullest, I say!