Make a Wish

Following our cultural visit, we headed over to The Esplanade and 'stumbled onto' the ongoing Wishing Sphere Project. Joining many others at the courtyard, we penned our wishes for the new year and (yours truly) also drew some silly sketches. So fun and meaningful, I say!

Ah Lians

It was always my dream to date an ah lian. For some reason, they seemed to me as better dressed - in a cheap, slutty way, that is - and having better bods. A lot of them also looked prettier than the 'regular' girls.

I wouldn't mind if they smoked, feeling it was 'cool'. It'd even be nice if some of them spotted tattoos.

Thank god I'm not living in the past anymore.

The 12th Man

SambaVulc soccer shoes from adidas @ VivoCity. A comfy fit and worthy successor to my battered pair - although I'm no football phenom :-P

G7

Speaking of board rooms, I was reminded of something the 'Indian chief' said (during our last 'G7' meeting) in regards to SEED Institute's impending monopoly of the preschool market - something along the lines of "from womb to tomb" and "from cradle to casket". Interesting ways to put it!

Stand and Deliver

Can someone tell me who this person is? I just can't seem to put my finger on it. Say, the wax figures in the SGH Museum don't pale in comparison to Madam Tussauds', eh?

Subpar Service

This goes out to the uncle manning the sliced fish bee hoon stall @ Raffles City's The Food Place by Food Junction. Mister, if I prefer to have my (fried) fish slices in a separate bowl from the bee hoon and soup, then this jolly well is my choice as a customer. Who're you to question my preference and refuse my order? Don't you know that customers are always right? It's people like you who undermine Singapore's service standards. (Unless - OMG - your fish aren't fresh and require hot soup to conceal the staleness! Puke!)

Elephant Shooter

Going to the firing range is by all means no fun for me. It may be an adrenaline rush for aspiring snipers who acquire marksmanship as easy one would a McDonald's meal, but for 'bobo (or elephant) shooters' like myself it's pure living hell.

Imagine having to go for round after round after round of shoot and re-shoot and re-re-shoot...my scapula's bruised up, smoke really gets into my eyes...heck, I can't even get my 'zeroing' done right from the start!