Monthly Archives: 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.

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!

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

Breaking news

My cousin in KL’s just SMS’d me that she felt the tremors. This is what I’ve got on the net this moment: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/7316846/, and http://tsunami.gov

Didn’t know that didja? Part II

My friend who was ask­ing me all those ques­tions yes­ter­day leads such an inter­est­ing life, trav­el­ling all over the world, meet­ing really inter­est­ing peo­ple and hav­ing con­ver­sa­tions with them. I will be writ­ing about her encoun­ters with Bali beach boys and NGO vol­un­teers who work as hotel chauf­feurs to fund their NGO activ­i­ties. But the hour,

Dam the barrage

For a slow Mon­day morn­ing: Some com­puter pro­gram says Mr Miyagi writes this blog like a pop-novelist. Nabeh, I high-brow ok? The folks at SquareBrain.net have given sev­eral blogs a whirl on the machine, and have given them some sort of rank­ing. I dunno how those rank­ings work. A bit like how NUS is the

Sunday surfin’

Because both Man­drake and Cow­boy are openly smit­ten by Lynn’s scin­til­lat­ing man­ner of writ­ing, I shan’t be shy about it either. In her lat­est post, which seems to be the first in a series, she talks about what really hap­pens in the hal­lowed res­i­den­tial halls of NUS (National U–Nair–Study of Sin­ga­pore). I believe sex will

Better have the handsfree attached when Steph Song calls

Cow­boy Caleb sez ‘be con­sis­tent in your con­tent’ or some­thing or other. And while I hardly ever apol­o­gize for the con­tent of this glob, I’ve been told that the very thing that draws peo­ple here is the fact that I drop names and pic­tures of famous peo­ple (even Cowboy’s taken to this, though I think

I’m too sexy for my blog: national coverage

This morn­ing, Xiaxue told me that I had been called a ‘per­vert’ on a national news­pa­per, and I knew the ‘sexy­blog­ger’ gag had reached heights unprecen­dented for any Sin­ga­porean online stunt. But there are some tech­ni­cal prob­lems with flickr at the moment, and pic­tures tagged with ‘sexy­blog­ger’ aren’t appear­ing prop­erly. But donch worry, all is

Welcome to the A-Star red State

There will be peo­ple who find the above image highly offen­sive and insen­si­tive. Well. We can amend it a lit­tle and call it the A-Star patch. We might as well tat­too HIV pos­i­tive Sin­ga­pore­ans. Or since we’re such a con­nected city, we’ll put some chip in ‘em, or some­thing. Tourists and vis­i­tors who are HIV