Month: March 2005

Open to suggestion

My mother used to tell me, ‘If your friends asked you to go jump into the ocean, you would’. And that’s how I turned out. Just that my friends haven’t asked me to jump into the ocean yet. But I think that’s just how my friends like me. I am very easily persuaded. Especially by women. And tonight was no different. Sam took me to dinner, saying chicken rice and salted vegetable soup was just the tonic for a long day at work, and I agreed, even though I knew that she was just hankering for chicken rice and not really concerned about what was really good for me. Then we browsed round the shops, not really looking for anything, but coming across a nice pair of shoes she said she thought she wanted, and which she bought, and which she persuaded me to buy a pair of for myself. Then we browsed some more, not looking for anything else, but coming across the shop that sold Havaianas slippers, where she picked out the pair …

UFOs destroy My Very Own Glob

I was trawling through my statcounter’s referrer stats and discovered that someone doesn’t like something that’s been written here, and has set this thingamajig to send UFOs to destroy my blog. He or she even set the Destruction Level to ‘Massive’ too! Nabeh! Basket! Vart have I done to deserve this? I am a saint! I nair say bad things bout nobardy! National Arts Council’s Sexyblogger Updated: The culprits are here and here, instigated by Minishorts. Surf stop: David Lok’s Blog iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: The Ground Beneath Her Feet – U2 & Daniel Lanois – The Million Dollar Hotel, of which I have the original CD and therefore didn’t steal music. Tweet

Newsradio 938, late breaking news, but not too late, because we close at midnight

My big fat grapevine tells me not much happened in the newsroom at Mediamonopolycorp’s Newsradio 938 last night when news broke of the earthquake, so I’ve had to fill in the blanks a little: Eh, so how ah, go where eat supper? Dunno leh, every day eat Newton sian leh. *Beep Beep* Eh, my friend SMS say building shake, ask whether got earthquake or not? Har? Earthquake? *Beep Beep* Yah, another one just SMS’d me. Quick, turn on tv. *press press… flicker flicker… CNA comes on and shows live report* Oh no. Really. Earthquake. So how? Wait, I check. *dial dial… buzz buzz… mumble mumble… nod nod…* Manager/Producer say no point, we close shop liao, let CNA do the story. OK, so how ah, go where eat supper? Newton lah, where else. Eh, I ask you ah, you renew road tax got pay the radio license or not ah? I also say. Give the $110 (tv licence) and $27 (car radio licence) to be placed in a bloggers’ fund, because at least some bloggers bother …