Last nite, ML stayed back late for the 1st time to work on the PriSci manuscripts because RC came down with a bad flu and so 'The Tie' needed someone to edit RC's chapters. Just like Neo in the Matrix, ML became "the chosen one". It was a seminal eye-opener into the hardworking world of editors who burn the midnight oil at the Orange.
I have a feeling that when one engages in nocturnal activities of the editorial kind for long enough, the comfort of philosophical and pseudo-intellectual banter with Taxi drivers and the appreciation of the gaudy neon lights of the Katong KTVs will become embedded in one's DNA.
Anyhow, the highlight of the evening was of course at 6.03pm, when GK, NN and ML decided to grab a bite from the kopitiam for dinner, as they were staying back to work. While ordering our food, GK had one of his usual flashes of "Eureka!" - he spotted a tank of woefully looking crabs with their pincers tied and all trussed up like POWS, languishing pitifully and awaiting their fate to end up on the dining tables and to be digested as someone's chilli/pepper crab meal.
GK pointed them out to us and wisely said, "Look, we are just like those crabs, all tied up and trapped in the tank."
Ahh, just like a beautiful sad Greek tragedy.
I have a feeling that when one engages in nocturnal activities of the editorial kind for long enough, the comfort of philosophical and pseudo-intellectual banter with Taxi drivers and the appreciation of the gaudy neon lights of the Katong KTVs will become embedded in one's DNA.
Anyhow, the highlight of the evening was of course at 6.03pm, when GK, NN and ML decided to grab a bite from the kopitiam for dinner, as they were staying back to work. While ordering our food, GK had one of his usual flashes of "Eureka!" - he spotted a tank of woefully looking crabs with their pincers tied and all trussed up like POWS, languishing pitifully and awaiting their fate to end up on the dining tables and to be digested as someone's chilli/pepper crab meal.
GK pointed them out to us and wisely said, "Look, we are just like those crabs, all tied up and trapped in the tank."
Ahh, just like a beautiful sad Greek tragedy.
NN: "Mmm, I'm craving for those chilli crabsI had in Bangkok recently."
Crab in tank: " Whaddaya smilin' at?!"
GK: "We are but crabs in a tank..."
2 comments:
Oh dear God... that sounds bad...
Hey, next time you guys are grabbing dinner near the office, call me! :)
Blast from the past..... Still can recall the indignance we all felt last year at having to stay back. And all those meaningful midnight conversations..... hehheh...
Restlessrain
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