The good thing about not having your own computer is that it forces you to go do things other than ‘computing’. I’m very happy that I’ve been loaned a notebook to use for work, which there seems to be more of, until I get back on my feet, get some cash, and buy myself an …
Straits Times Interactive finally spells my URL right. If you’ve just come over from STi, welcome. All two of you. This is an ‘online diary’, this blog. Keepers of such online diaries ‘can wax lyrical about anything they want’. So hor, you suck! All of youse! Quite lyrical hor? ‘Few policies and political happenings escape the sharp eye, keen debate …
“Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die It may well be the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles” …
May 28, 2005 – 5:56 am
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There were so many bloggers at Hideout tonight that when I was looking worse for wear from an increasingly annoying stomach ailment and tiredness, one of the Sarongpartyfrens asked if I was ill, and that if I were, and if it were contagious, he’d have to kick me out of the place. Because he was …
May 27, 2005 – 1:35 am
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OK, my notebook computer spoyr. I cannot function normally. All my files. Photos. Can’t think! Can’t write! Faaaaaaark!
May 26, 2005 – 1:07 am
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When your opinion is contrary to a newspaper reporter’s angle on a story she’s doing, there’s a high chance your opinion won’t be seen in print: Hi Mr Lee, I’m doing an article on the influence of local bloggers and I just have a few questions. Local bloggers like yourself, mrbrown and Wendy Cheng are treated like …
May 25, 2005 – 1:05 am
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When I used to get all bogged down with dunnowhat, I’d drive to listen to the waves crash on the rocks, accompanied by Dvorak’s Song to the Moon, from the opera Rusalka. But it’s a long way from Clovelly, and East Coast Park just doesn’t do quite the same thing, so what’s a feller to …
May 24, 2005 – 2:11 am
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creole, a veritable language of its own. And they’re kewwing it! The fuckers! Just when we’ve almost acquired a real mother tongue and a national language that’s congruent with our migrant heritage. Nabeh, our forefathers (limpeh) came here, appropriated everything and made it their own, ok? Ban Singlish and you might as well ban chicken …
Blogs are come alive everywhere, crawling off the primordial cybersoup and onto dry paper: Story about Tomorrow.sg and the Blogger Conference, Sunday Times p38. The Email Interview, Sunday Times p40. And not forgetting this week’s Hot Blog: my name is faith iTunes’ party shuffle is playing a copy of: Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl — Nina Simone …
It’s not every day you get featured in the sports pages of the newspaper. Unless of course you’re a sportsperson. Or someone who’s just lost a lot of money betting on soccer. Heck, I don’t even blog about sports. So that’s really a first. Stevie Wonder talks about Singapore politicians Surf stop: wuyuetian iTunes’ party shuffle …