Hey Jude: We Have Taken A Sad Song & Made It Better
I met Jude for lunch on Friday, after an abstinence of 3 years in which we lost complete contact, and of course Facebook reunited us. We were very pleased to learn of each other’s present happiness. The affinity and affection ensued and lasted from common nasty encounters of the work kind but we can so laugh them off now. After all, I have my dream job and he is opening his design firm.
Seeing Jude was surreal, especially in such pleasurable and relaxed context. The big brother he is, artfully combines ambition and passion with laidback simplicity and makes everything look so easy. He says he doesn’t do anything apart from living, breathing design with his wife, and I believe him. He brought along his portfolio (accumulated after we lost touch) to show me and I am proud that my friend is so talented to win those international ad awards. Then I let him listen to a song I wrote.
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On a quite separate note, I think I’m too smart for my own good, especially when it comes to relationships. So I shall only accept simple applications henceforth. Two complex persons would drive each other up the wall with egos and second-guessing. Now where can I find a 1.8m Japanese look-alike gentle giant with wavy hair and stubble who is always good-tempered and shares my passion for words? Yes, I’m tired of veins and dimples and shall totally delete them from the wanted list. In fact, it would be a plus to not have them.
Jude, radiating zen happiness in my favourite Kuriya restaurant. I love how his eyes crinkle and it's impossible not to be affected by his loopy grin. Big brother insisted on buying me so I shall make him the gigolo the next time we meet.
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