Must admit I'm rather ecstatic to know that readers stumbling on my parent blog hail from as far as - according to the above data/report - Chile, Germany, Romania and Guatamala.
The ideal spot for sightseeing, photo snapping, sentiment sharing and bean spilling (on bosses' secrets)! Bring along some BreadTalk butter cakes!
It's true: Everyone has an 'unglam' past. Mine was being 'forced' by my Secondary 2 form teacher (forgot her name, but she was a mature Indian lady) to join our school's Gardening Society (headed by her) since I didn't have any ECA back then. Argh! Imagine having to trim shrubs and fertilize pots(?) on Saturday mornings. It's like serving confinement in NS. And, worse, we didn't even get to do any marcotting!
From a Special Friend. Dining at Bugis Junction's Red Wok was a delight. Next time we shall try next door's Hip Diner USA by Billy Bombers :-D
Clay's so gay, but it's okay!
There's a Chinese saying '男 人 不 坏, 女 人 不 爱' that basically means if a man is not without flaws, then a woman is not likely to be attracted to him. Interesting notion, if you think about it. Here we are, championing chivalry and decency in people – particularly men; on the other hand, we find ourselves in a paradoxical situation where apparently morality is a non-virtue that'll get you nowhere into the good books of hypocritical women.
The White Collar Punk was merely minding his own business and consuming his belated dinner of fried hokkien (prawn?) mee at the now-renamed Café Condemned when, to his mute horror, the most unwelcome of all household pests - a dark brown Asian fucking cockroach - greeted him at the bottom of his plate! Gah!
Okay, this is rather embarrassing. So there are two Robert Indiana sculptures along Orchard Road, right? - one's a number (8) while the other...well, I thought it was a letter (e). Turns out, it's also a number (9)! LOL.
Thanks to Lon (last name?) of Phantoms & Monsters, a blog I like a lot (for obvious enough reasons), I the copycat have replicated his Widgetbox over at my own blog. Tee hee! Neat lil' tool, eh? Well, it did take this HTML idiot half a night to install it (having to first do the FeedBurner thing and all).
Look how red and sore it is. Yes, my larynx, pharynx and whatever else have taken a beating from the incessant coughing and now I only pray for the phlegm to clear so that I can emulate Fei Yuqing's effeminate voice again. Dots.
Don't you just loathe receiving junk mail in your Outlook Express? First of all, I haven't the slightest clue how these managed to 'slither' their way into my office account. I mean, I get stuff ranging from penis enlargement pills to dodgy degree mills (ooh...sensitive topic at this time!).
Speaking of SAF 100, I simply can't fathom why those blockheads at MIND DEAF won't leave me the hell alone with my life?? I mean, I already left the service - and thank god I did - so many donkey years ago and also provided them with sufficient medical evidence to prove that I'm physically unfit for duty or any type of training exercise (be it ICT or IPPT), but these people just don't get it!!
Despite what detractors say about his movies, I've always marveled at the creatures that inhabit Philadelphian filmmaker M. Night Shyalaman's many features such as SIGNS (alien being), THE VILLAGE (Those We Don't Speak Of) and LADY IN THE WATER (Scrunts, Tartutic, The Great Eatlon).
As I once mentioned to Mr. Fong, Shyamalan's creatures are fantastical and obscurely lensed to give them a sense of mystery and menace. That's not all, for they're also beautiful, original and enigmatic in a way that the late Stan Winston would be proud of.
Is it just this doofus or is the LRT really user-unfriendly? On only my second attempt at riding the bloody tram, I got myself entangled in a 'loopy' snafu (go figure!) and eventually stranded in this uluer-than-Shaka Zulu shit-hole called Farmway. 
Even if this was a shameless subterfuge to enshroud the inequities of gender, I won't be the one to expostulate. After all, the mere sight of a skimpily clad Ploy Jindachot (above), who resembles a younger Nadya Hutagalung here, is enough to cause a full night's worth of nose bleeding.
Thanks to the shutterbuggish Jimmy Chia and his Reuteristic (or is that voyeuristic?) photo, this full-time English Language student from China is caught sleeping on the lecturer's desk during her class break. Talk about getting busted.
'Pak tor-ed' for six hours with our DMT student Hasnita Harshin (and caught THE SPIDERWICK CHRONICLES at The Grand Cathay), our Good Friday culminating in a sumptuous dinner at Seoul Garden.
Who would imagine that a laptop computer could spark so much controversy and resentment? What started as a 'routine' crime soon escalated uncontrollably into the stuff of movies - (purported) conspiracy, cover-up, sacrificial lambs, and a general miscarriage of justice.
Not to mean any impiety to Islam, but I've always had this thing for young Malay women in tudung (traditional Muslim head scarf). I think they look very preppy - and even a tinge sexy?
