Monthly Archives: January 2005

Working things out

Hav­ing one of those up and down week­ends is good for the soul. Keeps the blood pump­ing too. Makes you feel alive. And all that. A two-day anger fes­ti­val (fam­ily mat­ters) came to a head ear­lier, and I am glad that order has been restored, and all par­ties involved have been put in their places, and

Too much coffee and sugary drinks so cannot blog properly

I’ve just had one of those rare days where I com­pletely lost my tem­per. How did I lose my tem­per? I got angry in the morn­ing, then sim­mered all after­noon while con­sum­ing four shots of espresso and one funky purple/pink drink, delib­er­ated over how I would dis­play my anger, and then went and dis­played my anger.

Snippets from high-flying lives

I spent this evening at the pool­side (the pool of which has ‘under­wa­ter music’) of the swanky ser­viced apart­ment com­plex called ‘Orchard Park­suites’ because a high-flyer uni-mate was back in town for work and for to meet up with some of her treetop-skimming uni-mates. It is a reflex assump­tion that money is no mat­ter to

Even larger than life in Meatspace (Mr Miyagi forget to bring camera)

So, Adri had to bug­ger off to the Night Safari, which was a pity, really, because that meant we were short of one very good set of brains to pick. But then, nair mind, the doyen of Sin­ga­pore blog­gers, Mr Brown, arrived soon after, knock­ing over some chairs and almost a table at Cafe Car­tel

Household applicants

Been very busy, so I’m rely­ing on a cell of oper­a­tives to gather infor­ma­tion, use­ful and not, for this blog. One of my oper­a­tives in Chi­na­town tells me the Chi­nese New Year dec­o­ra­tions there includes a giant rooster sit­ting on some giant eggs amidst the recy­cled Christ­mas light­ing. Rooster sit­ting on eggs leh. “If this isn’t

Chingay Parade 2005

Rumour from my big, fat grapevine is that the two big headed dolls lead­ing the dragon at this year’s Chin­gay Parade will be Cheryl Fox and Robin Leong. Chinchi­a­gay lor, the colours Surf stop: rice&soup iTunes’ party shuf­fle is play­ing a copy of: La Vie Dansante — Aaron Neville — Warm Your Heart, of which

All Sundays should be like this

The sun was out, the weather was great, kids were play­ing cricket (yes!) and chuck­ing a rugby ball around, and believe it or not, this was at the SMU field, Sin­ga­pore. Not Paine Reserve, Kingsford/Randwick, Syd­ney. So the kids and their par­ents spoke with Aussie accents, but what the heck, the sun was out and

With a little help from my wing woman

Mr Miyagi can catch fly with chop­stick, Mr Miyagi don’t need help with the chicks. But for those who do, here’s an inter­est­ing dat­ing ser­vice called a ‘dat­ing mis­tress’ or a ‘wing woman’. From the Syd­ney Morn­ing Her­ald (Reg­is­tra­tion may be required): Keen to meet women, yet sick of rejec­tion by those who have heard every

Sure they serve beef, they invited a cow

Last Sat­ur­day I attended a wed­ding ban­quet I enjoyed for the most part. The only part I only sort of enjoyed was putting freshly with­drawn ban­knotes into an ang pow just before I got to the ban­quet. It was only later on that I felt part­ing with my money was worth it, because it was

Summer (day) of sport

How hot was it today? Blue sky, no clouds, and car uphol­stery hot enough to cure you of piles once and for all. I got a call from the boys ask­ing to go down to the SMU field to kick some footy for a bit, in prepa­ra­tion for Sunday’s long-awaited touch footy game we’ve organ­ised. It’s