Monthly Archives: April 2005

Mr Miyagi’s definitive opinion about being sued over something written on a blog

You want (see com­ments in that post) Mr Miyagi to say some­thing as regards the laws of defama­tion? Can! Mr Miyagi says being ‘threat­ened with legal action’ is not a laud­able achieve­ment. Does not mat­ter if it is in con­nec­tion with some­thing you blogged. Say­ing ‘I am the first Sin­ga­pore blog­ger to be threat­ened with

If I had that kind of money, I’d be a full-time perv too

And now, back to our reg­u­lar pro­gram­ming at Mr Miyagi’s Cheekopek Glob. My big fat grapevine told me a while ago that Thumper (the club where the car park plays host to cou­ples for­ni­cat­ing in Porsches, y’know, that one?) was going into the mod­el­ling agency busi­ness. I din believe! But now, they’re dis­trib­ut­ing Comm. Cards

Belated Anzac Day post

It wasn’t Anzac Day ten years ago when I was wait­ing for my train on the south­bound plat­form at Woll­stonecraft sta­tion on Sydney’s North Shore. But I’ll remem­ber Anzac Day to you now because there was a kindly look­ing old man in a Digger’s hat sell­ing paper pop­pies from a box that day. It was a

A Holland Village epiphany

I’ve been spend­ing more time than usual at Hol­land Vil­lage, and at one of my favourite cof­fee shops. The one that sells roast pork, chicken wings and pretty decent drinks. A few after­noons ago, I sat there nurs­ing my sec­ond Tiger mug of iced cof­fee because I had been thirsty enough to order but not

Fragile patch

On Sun­day, I went for my sec­ond hair­cut in a month at my friendly (and chio) hairstylist’s. Before the last hair­cut, I had been going to the barber’s for a con­ve­nient but nosso nice crew­cut. But you know, you have to pam­per your­self every now and again. And my hair grows really quickly. So, for

Baluku your head ah!

If you don’t already know, there’s at least one local blo­gos­phere con­tro­versy every day. Today’s stoush of choice comes cour­tesy of mr brown’s, where his use of the local col­lo­quail col­lo­quil ver­nic­u­lar word has stirred up a hor­nets’ nest of purists and non-purists alike. I have lit­tle to say about this issue, as with all

I like Singapore. It’s very beautiful. We see it from the boat’

As she was ladling the rest of the stock into my bowl of Pho, Mrs Nguyen said, ‘I like Sin­ga­pore. It’s very beau­ti­ful. We see it from the boat’. I was at my first din­ner over at Julie’s par­ents’ in the south-western sub­urb of Lakemba, where from then on, I was always guar­an­teed a bowl of

Stranded

It looks like another Work­ing Week­end. I rilly, rilly need a hol­i­day, and it doesn’t make it any bet­ter when wall­flower writes about her trip to my favourite island in the whole wide world. In two parts some more. Though she didn’t quite seem to like it. Got hol­i­day still com­plain! Stranded on an island

Maybe I weighed in on the mature issues?

Nabeh, what does a blog­ger have to do to get noticed? How come Steven McDer­mott didn’t name this blog as one of the infan­teow ones? I did every­thing right! I have chiobu pic­tures, I have iTunes music, I have Surf Stops, I talked about Fiona Xie, I talked about the weather, I talked about blog­ging!

I posted on Tomorrow today

There is so much work. There is so much else other than work. My sleep debt is pil­ing up and I’m hav­ing trou­ble pay­ing back the inter­est alone. But can­not schleep! Because why? Because we live in such essit­ing times! We have a new project leh! Like so: I know lah! Every­bardy already put this up!