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| jagshemash.
this here blog ceases to be, from...now.
more appropriately, it's a temporary and willing suspension--of unbelief--for the growth of your soon-to-be favorite band's theatrics and comic performances.
it's like moving into a house together as a band, sharing a common space, writing/playing music like a certain shade of green band does on the west coast of the continental united states.
ok well maybe not the living in one house part, for now. and jamming in bits, bytes, zeroes and ones on a digital web log would be kinda hard.
rubbish thoughts aside. arexander can now be found at
pantomimeband.blogspot.com
psst, chancho (pig), i need to borrow your sweeaaaats!
seeing how the name pantomime has roots in medieval theater...
it's quite fitting for a band of misfits like us. lots of stick-slapping, satire (oh so witty!), mild (and not so) sexual innuendos and double entendres, buffoonery (yeah!), and most importantly, song and dance. cos we all do break out into song oh so often.
now, where's our tights?
i'm not gonna suggest we wear tights and long frocks over them, but if the boys want to. i wouldn't be in the least surprised.
sometimes when you are a man (sic), you wear strretchy pants. it's for fun.
and oh it wouldn't be complete without a pantomime horse (i'd put up a youtube vid of the fabulous monty python's Pantomime Horse is a Secret Agent but it's been taken off due to copyright infringement). it's nice.
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| i seldom check my yahoomail account. i don't usually get much mail there, except for the occasional update.
you could imagine my surprise when i logged in this bleak, Singapore Monday morning and saw an update sent Sunday night (local time) from an old classmate, simply titled 'Randy Walker'.
alarms didn't go off immediately but i had a nagging suspicion that things weren't quite right with such a subject title, as i clicked to read it.
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back in 2001 or 2002, on one of those nights serving sickbay duty in Pulau Tekong's Medical Center, i called long distance to an old friend, Michael Heekin, or heeks, as we called him. His dad had just passed, and i found out much the same way i did today. Heekin was a good pal. Enough said. To hear that kind of thing happening to your friends is always hard, but you won't know their pain unless you've lost someone in the family yourself.
me. i've never really had much of a father figure growing up. it was my mom, my sister and me. the only one i can think of that's pretty close to me who passed on is Bradley Yuen. but anyways this post is not about me.
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the shock still lingers. i never knew Mr Walker that well. but a lot of people did. he was the coach to a lot of kids. he is survived by his son, Jamie. Jamie came along to North Shore Country Day sometime in the sophomore or junior year, i can't remember. he, heeks, and myself along with the rest of our group of friends would spend our high school days rocking the suburbs.
the boys and i all went stag to senior prom, well, except for Joel Blumenfeld who went along with our lovely Miss April Figueroa, but i have the memory of a mongoose so nevermind.
i also recall most vividly watching the Superbowl final in 2000 at Jamie's cushy Evanston home, and the party was complete with buffalo wings, and prolly crisscut cheese fries too (yes, my favorite; sorry for thinking about food but that's what i remember) and all the necessaries. the Walker family welcomed us warmly. it was a good winter. it was a good game.
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jamie, i don't know how else to put this. you probably won't read this blog post, but it's dedicated to a great man, and i know your loss will seem too much to bear. you must hang in there. i'm praying for you.
RIP Randy Walker.
See CNN, NUsports, or the NYT for more on this.
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| just got back from a meeting with a client in somerset.
haven't run in what, two weeks?
feeling the symptoms of withdrawal.
last night, i even performed a magical 10 pairs of lunges, during CSI's commercials. yeah!
not much strain or pain for now though, was hoping to feel more of a stretch but nay.
that kind of orgasmik muskle ache will just have to wait.
have just over a month before i'm back to the good ol' wogger's united routine.
WUR.
it's not really that routine though.
just that i long for the days when i can do it anytime i want
and not think about rushing anywhere.
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rarrr!
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| just got off the phone with erwin.
we're buying xbox games for "everyone to play" and after a few checks in wikipaedia, gamespot and ghostrecon, it was decided that we'd get the advanced warfighter.
though i'd have loved to burn pixel rubber on need for speed: most wanted, it's only for the xbox 360. and does not have a drift mode.
i would also have been content playing the two year old Halo 2, seeing how part of the film score was done by INCUBUS. but wa-hey, if your boss says buy some games from funan, you buy some games from funan.
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| today's the summer solstice. well. in the northern hemisphere, at least. for all ye DownUndahs like quentin on the gold coast, it's the winter solstice.
in certain places, this day would constitute the time when you'd have the longest amount of daytime and very short nights.
it would certainly be a mark on the calendar for those geeks who studied astronomy in high school physics labs. ahem.
otherwise, for the rest of the folks, it would be in the middle of an eventful summer, where season passes to Six Flags theme parks are coveted...
brake!
nostalgia aside (afterall, i am a nostalgic person), i didn't realise i haven't blogged in about two weeks. i guess i just don't see the need to say anything when there's nothing to be said. or so i've learnt. to try to be quiet and still, when the urge to blurt something out Tourette's-like is overwhelming. to not say the most irrelevant things and cross the infamous threshold--duties which Ewan seems to be doing a great job of taking over.
actually i probably have lots to say. But i have been a shy and painfully private person in the past, so maybe i shall hold my word now.
and no, ewan, i still won't let you share my bunk en route to Kaye El.
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