Monthly Archives: February 2007

Wealth for toil

It now looks like we left Syd­ney at the right time, because she’s got flash floods and thun­der­storms resem­bling Sin­ga­pore and Malaysia in Decem­ber. But really, though, there isn’t ever a good time to leave Syd­ney. I spent nine good years from 1992 — 2000, and ten days there last month. One dif­fer­ence between the

In-Camp

Approved Min­def Pho­to­graph I wouldn’t rec­om­mend doing this: Arriv­ing back from a hol­i­day at 4am and hav­ing to book-in to reservist train­ing at 7.30am. Which is exactly what I did. I also got my hair cut by a not-so-skilled bar­ber in camp. I’d say a lot, lot more if not for the fact that I’m very,

Fled, but coming home soon

Patchy inter­net over here. Where? Some call it the lucky coun­try. It is, quite. Blessed with amaz­ing flora and fauna, and though girt by sea, it is a very, very big place.

A matter of time

Last week I read about Sin­ga­pore think­ing about leg­is­lat­ing bio­med­ical research. I sup­pose you can think all you want but don’t expect the rest of the world to wait while they find new and inter­est­ing ways for the lat­est bio­med­ical advances. Yes, in Japan, they’ve come up with stem-cell enhanced breast implants! Now you can

Yay, weekend

Would you just look at that? Clear blue skies with only a trace of cloud. That’s what I saw on my Sat­ur­day morn­ing walk around where we live. And, really, how about that weather? I know in other necks of woods, you some­times get com­fort­able weather when you’re nor­mally not sup­posed to, and this is just

A good run

Update: Engie Ho, oth­er­wise known as the multi-tasking pro­duc­tion admin­is­tra­tor for the show, has dili­gently informed me that I shouldn’t have left out the fol­low­ing names from my Thank You list: Shao Ann (light­ning light­ing designer), Mo (the the­atre cos­tume indus­try), Denise Low (The Pro­ducer). And the Ang Mo volunteer’s name is Lansell. Good on

Paper cranes

Some­times, it’s quite hard to help the needy. There’s this ini­tia­tive by the South­east CDC (Com­mu­nity Devel­op­ment Coun­cil) whose instruc­tions on the lit­tle squares of paper read: “For every folded crane, a bowl of rice will be donated to the needy by our spon­sor. Instruc­tions: Please fold this [piece of] paper into a crane and drop

How about the weather?

I’ve been pop­ping into the 24hr Cold Stor­age at Hol­land Vil­lage to pick up fresh food after work, and I over­heard a con­ver­sa­tion between the night man­ager and a cus­tomer. NM: Wah, now the weather in Sin­ga­pore at night is like Hawaii ah? Cool­ing, windy. C: No lah. Colder! They say Chi­nese New Year will snow. NM:

Thick skinned

When Naomi asked me last night, ‘how was the show?’, I said, ‘good, Hos­san was so funny I kept laugh­ing even though I knew what was com­ing’. ‘Not shy, some peo­ple! Laugh at own joke!’, she said. What I can say is, the jokes are no longer mine once they’ve been given a life of their