Month: August 2006

Let’s do it

What was going through my mind when my wife and I exchanged vows? A lot. I was wracked with nerves. So much that I stumbled on my words, as did the beautiful bride before me as we clutched each other’s hands so tightly we left nail marks on each other’s knuckles. It was only two days later, as we recalled our version of the wedding march, made to the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘Let’s Do It‘, that my wife said to me, ‘eh? how come they throw the petals before the solemnisation instead of after?’ Trust my family members to do things back to front. I liked the peppery smell of the freesias on my boutonniere/corsage, which a friend who we asked, at almost the last minute, to help with my wife’s dress remarked, ‘why is it so big?’. It was a little on the large side, but I liked it like that. I unwrapped the paper from the bridal bouquet, which comprised more peppery freesias and white roses, and held together with a copper-coloured …

Weekend gone to the dogs

Doggy takes a cat nap Battling to stay awake and alert because of a flu is not a good way to spend a weekend. So it was good that there was something to do to ameliorate the mugginess. There’s this society called ‘Action for Singapore Dogs‘ that takes in stray and abandoned dogs and fosters them until a loving family can adopt them. And they had a sorta open house thing at a pet shop on East Coast Road over the weekend. Naomi and I went and said hello to the dozen or so lovable dogs at the shop, and would’ve gone home with one sweetie of a puppy if not for the fact that there’s quite a stringent vetting process for new owners, and of course, a little bit of common sense, as we’ve not thought of preparing our home for one extra occupant, seeing as Jake the Cat is still the landlord, and wouldn’t have been happy with the lack of consultation. Still, it was a good afternoon spent. As good as getting …

No shit, Sherlock!

How about the relentless barrage of information in our local papers about how important foreign talents are, and how happy the ones who are already here are? No? Doesn’t get your goat? Then read about how our Apache pilots find training in Singapore so different from the Arizona desert: Geophogry nosso good also can be pilot! Then again, we live in a country where you really, really have to explain, on really big ads on taxis, that Summer’s Eve is for washing “down there”: … And where you call the fire department if there’s something wrong with your toilet: You want to see prompt actions? I prompt actions all over the floor for you! Technorati Tags: singapore, Straits Times Tweet