Monthly Archives: January 2006

Happy Year of the Dog

It’s a happy new year when it’s a long week­end. This week­end, I spent time at home with the fam­ily, went to play with dogs, then went to the hos­pi­tal to visit some­one who was unfor­tu­nate enough to suf­fer appen­dici­tis dur­ing the week­end. But all’s good, and I’m wag­ging my tail already. iTunes is play­ing

Nosso good alluvasudden

I had pre­vi­ously writ­ten about how won­der­ful the pizza at this place was. But sadly, it seems, in a mat­ter of months, I’ve had to write this here post about how the pizza isn’t so won­der­ful any­more. And nei­ther are the peo­ple behind the counter that serve it. “Donato is very busy at his restau­rant, he

Sebastian Tan (Part II): They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway (that’s why Bengs like it)

[Read Part I here]

TODAY: Let’s begin the year by talking dog

Pooches air their griev­ances, just don’t call it cat­ti­ness … Local blog aggre­ga­tor Tomorrow.sg sug­gests: “From Sat­ur­day 28 Jan (Chi­nese New Year Eve) to Tues­day 31 Jan (third day of Chi­nese New Year), Tomorrow.sg will only pub­lish posts that con­tain the word “dog” and/or “oranges”, or actual pic­tures of dogs and/or oranges. The posts can

Sebastian Tan (Part I): They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway (that’s why Bengs like it)

Peng You! Pls sup­port my 1st ever stand-up com­edy musi­cal, BROADWAY BENG! 2-7feb. Get Tics at $35, $50, sis­tic now for gd seats! Call yr mother, grand­mother, aun­ties, etc So went the SMS mes­sage from Sebas­t­ian Tan last Mon­day. If you didn’t already know, he’s per­form­ing in his solo show, ‘Broad­way Beng’, where he sings musi­cal

A pair of kumquats

Because Chi­nese New Year is nigh, my fruit of the moment is the kumquat. Why? Because it sounds like some­thing you’d scold some­one with. Which means it has a silly sound­ing name. Don’t agree? Well then, you’re a right kumquat! iTunes is play­ing an ille­gal copy of Wil­son Pick­ett — Don’t Let The Green Grass

Tet a Tet

After the Kitchen God has gone to the Heaven, prepa­ra­tions for the New Year fes­tiv­i­ties begin in enthu­si­asm. I’m all for the Viet­namese com­mu­nity cel­e­brat­ing Tet. But when the Viet­namese com­mu­nity descends upon my neigh­bour­hood, and has a huge ass gar­den party within earshot till the wee hours, I’m not so enthu­si­as­tic any­more. There’s only

Vale, Wilson Pickett

Vale, Wil­son “Wicked” Pick­ett (1941–2006) Tech­no­rati Tags: obit­u­ar­ies, wil­son pickett

Reservist hangover

Dur­ing my ICT in Queens­land, we wore uni­forms which were treated with per­me­thrin, a vial of which was given to us by the Army before the trip for to soak our uni­forms our­selves. I soaked the com­bat fatigues (No. 4s), but not our grey vests, shorts and socks. Per­me­thrin is a nerve agent which is very

Institute of Policy Studies

mrbrown and I went to the Insti­tute of Pol­icy Stud­ies this after­noon and met half a dozen old school­mates. We did a lit­tle show and tell for them. Later on, we fin­ished the cakes and puffs which were at the table out­side. Then we rushed back to work. iTunes is play­ing an ille­gal copy of Soul