Month: April 2004

  • No escape

    The latest drama to grip Singapore, once again, had an element of adventure-in-the-tropics. It involved a hitherto satisfied citizen of our isle doing what she was supposed to do: be a satisfied citizen. She just suddenly went berserk, flew her coop and headed helter skelter for freedom. Tragically, folk who do this seldom survive outside…

  • Gym showers

    I only just realised that the two dispensers in the shower stalls, one marked “Moisturizing Shampoo” and the other “Shower Gel”, dispense the same thing. (I swapped, using the gel to shampoo and the shampoo to shower, and like I suspected, no discernible difference). Because I pay only a measly $800 a year for membership,…

  • Beer, satay, ice-kachang and the beach

    I’ve just come home from supper instigated by a friend who’s recently returned from Australia after having completed his flying studies there. He’s still very much getting reacquainted with local food, and to our detriment, has been egging us on to eat out with him every other night. Gainfully unemployed because of his unfortunate distinction…

  • Grave loss

    Post Script We did lose grandma’s grave, and only discovered that last year.

  • Superstitions: Can the Chook Chucker Chuck Chook?

    I found the nailclipper. Relief is at hand. My father once told me never to clip nails at night. He said it in such a tone I mistook it for a superstition. Like “never point at the moon (or your ears will fall off)”. Yes. Huh? Most of my friends have never heard of this…