Monthly Archives: November 2006

Grey’s Anatomy & Event Business Management Pte Ltd

Bank­ing on the pop­u­lar­ity of her tele­vi­sion and film stints, San­dra embarks on a new career in con­duct­ing busi­ness man­age­ment courses in Sin­ga­pore. iTunes is play­ing an ille­gal copy of Rem­edy from the album “The South­ern Har­mony And Musi­cal Com­pan­ion” by Black Crowes of which I have the orig­i­nal CD. Tech­no­rati Tags: San­dra Oh, <a

Treatment

You know how when you go to get a hair­cut, you have a lot of time to think to your­self, and some­times acci­den­tally think aloud? No? OK never mind. I went to get a hair­cut at Next Hair Salon at Hol­land Vil­lage on Mon­day, and after sham­poo and con­di­tioner had been put into my hair, the

Me walk pretty one day*

Prob­a­bly the best day of our Shang­hai trip came when we per­sisted in going out for a walk despite the pissy weather, hav­ing had the best laid plans of vis­it­ing the ghetto and other his­tor­i­cally sig­nif­i­cant places dashed by the rain and not know­ing before­hand that a Shang­hainese wed­ding starts at 3pm. We had just enough

The things that matter

About a decade ago, the Aus­tralian For­eign Min­is­ter Alexan­der Downer went into dam­age con­trol mode after a gaffe he made when speak­ing at an event rais­ing aware­ness for female vic­tims of domes­tic vio­lence. He had thought it witty on the occa­sion to coin the phrase “the things that bat­ter” for the event, gig­gling proudly for

Particular flavours

of Lays! Nor­mally if I had a crav­ing for cucum­bers and potato chips at the same time, I’d have gone and bought cucum­bers and potato chips. But the damn Chi­nese, they think of every­thing, includ­ing com­bined crav­ings for cucum­bers and potato chips. And while chicken-flavoured snacks are not new, they’ve gone one bet­ter, the Chi­nese.

Normalcy

Some­times, going abroad makes you appre­ci­ate how nor­mal Sin­ga­pore is. Some­times, it doesn’t. Bat­tery Road, Sin­ga­pore The drink that speaks frankly: McCal­lum Street, Sin­ga­pore So if the chil­dren drink too much cof­fee they’ll be… iTunes is play­ing an ille­gal copy of Where is the Next One Com­ing From? from the album “Love Gets Strange —

America’s Next Top Project Model Runway

Naomi grabs my arm and goes, ‘Look behind you, it’s the girl from Project Run­way!’ ‘Where?’ ‘That one! The one with the glasses!’ ‘Oh. America’s Next Top Model lah!’ ‘Yah! That’s what I said! You want to go ask her for a photo? Quick! She’s leav­ing!’ And so Jade obliges gra­ciously before being laughed at

Fit the bill?

I reckon Sponge­bob Squarepants is out of the run­ning for this per­sonal ad on account of the shape of his head. But for the rest of you oblong-headed lovelorn blokes out there, your soul­mate is in Shang­hai await­ing your response and your kind assis­tance in teach­ing her how to press the space bar after hit­ting the

Shanghai by night

Even though it doesn’t seem like it, some parts of Shang­hai do sleep at night. But before they do, the two main thor­ough­fares of Huai­hai & Nan­jing Roads are breath­tak­ing in their neon lights, their crowds, and their slip­pery walk­ways. Tech­no­rati Tags: shang­hai, travel

Deluge

I think I brought the rain here. It hasn’t stopped since I arrived, and it doesn’t look like stop­ping before I leave. So much for the highly antic­i­pated self-guided walk­ing tour of this grand city, which, at the moment, looks like a scene out of Bladerun­ner: Rain, neon bill­boards, fly­ing taxis (well, they almost fly here),