Monthly Archives: February 2005

An epiphany from doing nothing

The weather was sup­posed to be pre­dictable. So I was very much peeved when I called off touch footy on account of a Cat­e­gory One storm brew­ing (because one does not recover from a light­ning strike quickly enough for work on Mon­day), only for the clouds to clear and the rain to stop. But it was

Laws of our land: Part I

Being the kay­poh that I am, I got myself caught up in the furore that was unfold­ing on FF’s posts, in which she described how out­raged she was at a din­ner companion’s pho­tograph­ing her cleavage/bosom/chest/blouse. So, I looked up the Penal Code to see if, at law, what the dirty bas­tard did was a pun­ish­able

Let’s fold scarves

Me and Mr Brown, we’re going to our sec­ondary school reunion din­ner next week. It’ll be the first time either of us has attended such a thing. Not that it’s that impor­tant to main­tain old school ties, but this one’s a big one. It is twenty years since we took our ‘O’ Lev­els. Nat­u­rally, a

Blessings from between heaven and earth

I had a break in work yes­ter­day morn­ing and so I drove myself and my busi­ness part­ner to break­fast. In the car, he noticed three large blotches of bird­shit on the wind­screen, and laughed his head off. Totally under­stand­able, because the blotches were so big they looked like upturned tubs of chut­ney (with­out the tubs). Maybe

Our (shared) secret history: Reader email

…I agree about the pace of change and what with this whole ST inter­ac­tive crap, it just accel­er­ates the feel­ing that we have lost some of our iden­tity and ‘anchor’ to the Sin­ga­pore that we grew up. Too much change with shiny, pla­s­ticky, con­trived ‘enter­tain­ment’ offer­ings are de riguer in Sin­ga­pore and just about every

Our secret history

’A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peo­ples a space with images of provinces, king­doms, moun­tains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instru­ments, stars, horses, and indi­vid­u­als. A short time before he dies, he dis­cov­ers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lin­ea­ments of his own face.’ –Jorge Luis

The suicidal feeling after you’ve come back from a really nice holiday

Today I met up with a friend who’s just returned from an almost-all expense paid div­ing hol­i­day in Sabah, and she seemed a lit­tle down because things aren’t the same as they are in Sabah, because in Sabah, she met many nice and hos­pitable peo­ple. Sim­ple folk with sim­ple lives but big hearts, kids with­out

Humper

I am on a roll, after feel­ing good about tak­ing pic­tures and blog­ging about them, I checked and found a com­ment made on a blog post I made dur­ing Christ­mas, when I wrote about a friend who saw some­thing in the car park at Thumper. I’d have thought it’d be good for busi­ness to have

Getting Monday fixed

Here’s a lit­tle recipe I want to share with youse all, which works well when you’re in a sorta deep blue funk about things. When you’re in a sorta deep blue funk, focus on other things you nor­mally don’t pay atten­tion to. Some peo­ple call it escapism, but that’s too big a word for me.

Sunday night, Monday morning blues

It’s Mon­day. And maybe that’s why things that were sup­posed to have affected me a while ago are only doing so now. My fam­ily and I haven’t had a very pleas­ant Chi­nese New Year. First up, on the eve, I drove my mother and a bag of oranges and CNY cook­ies to my Granduncle’s. I reminded