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At INPYARG- End of year looks: Part I: Light Entertaining + One Rainy Rush November 18, 2008Part I: Light entertaining Alluring, do you do? Back view. These are surely, surely elegant flares. Revealing a little of what is Part II: Rush. Run, drive, dive, rule. Rain. Dance. If you don’t already own one of these street-love runabouts in an unusual color and texture, don’t shy of them. *** And this is the whole song, for those [...]
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- End of year looks: Part I: Light Entertaining + One Rainy Rush November 18, 2008
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Posted November 1st, 2008 by hwee yee
Posted October 1st, 2008 by hwee yee
Posted September 30th, 2008 by hwee yee
JB Jeyaratnam died this morning.
I met him a few years back. At that time he was bankrupt and was selling a book of his speeches in parliament to raise money. I shook his hand a couple of years ago and said thank you for doing so much for our country.
He said that he was happy to.
Posted September 8th, 2008 by hwee yee
These babies won’t fit on my pig hooves, but they sure fit on Bridget’s.
In store soon with our new collection!
Posted September 2nd, 2008 by hwee yee
This means that we’ve begun to put up some racks and we’re slowly inching towards re-opening Goblin Market.
I recommend that everyone get a power drill/driver for their house. It makes your penis large.
But Black and Decker has got nothing on a skinless house lizard. I’m not normally squeamish about these things, but this is really the grossest thing EVER. It’s like a boiled lizard that is still alive.
Before I could muster the courage (I drove some screws and pretended there was no lizard) to poke at it to make it go away (or check if it’s alive), it disappeared. Hopefully to grow some skin.
Bridget says that if we see one now we will see all his also-skinless friends. My day job boss says we should get those lizard stickers; the lizards stick onto them and then we just pick them off.
Which is not an ideal solution for me. We put a man on the moon, but our solution for dealing with lizards is to trap them in sticky stuff and throw them away. I would like to put skinless lizards on the moon. Then again they might just drop off the moon onto your water jug, which is what they like to do.
We got rid of the kopitiam throwaway leaf blower fan, and installed a fancy new remote controlled wall fan yesterday. We also put up some of our old lights from Katong.
A desk and some bookshelves are arriving today.
We STILL have no Internet.
Posted August 26th, 2008 by hwee yee
We spent our last day at 175A East Coast Road and our first night at our new location last Saturday.
Everything is going pretty smoothly for us, and we’re grateful to many, many people who’ve helped us over the past year.
Sneak peak:
Posted August 21st, 2008 by hwee yee
The contractors are there now, painting over the walls. It’s only been a year.
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.
Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to every one who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave that truth untested still.
Spring’s and expansive time: yet I don’t trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.
Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there’s not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
Posted August 11th, 2008 by hwee yee
Here’s the political editor of the Straits Times, spouting some shit again.
She is the WORST journalist in the world, and I don’t mean this hyperbolically. She writes badly and has no rational opinions. I think if she takes A-Level GP she will get a B3 at most, and that is after she memorizes and parrots all the PAP propaganda spoonfed to her.
The real sin: Singapore and China are examples of countries which are taking a different route to development, and look to be succeeding.
Succeeding at what? Making 70-year-olds sell tissue paper on the streets?
Countries are not corporations. The purpose of running a country is not to make a profit; it is to create a nation that is livable for people. The reason why so many people are leaving or want to leave is because the country is no longer livable to them.
For a country with a 6 billion dollar budget surplus, I think we can afford to run some things at a loss. That’s why it’s called PUBLIC transport and PUBLIC healthcare.
We such huge budget surpluses every year that we should stop paying tax for the next decade. Also, if we have such a big budget surplus, where is the money?
Back to the Worst Journalist in the World:
She should have just stayed there.
Posted August 5th, 2008 by hwee yee
Jimbala’s passport photo
On a beautiful winter’s day, they soared above a blue ocean, a very different flight to the one that inspired the poem borne by the winning pigeon, Jimbala.
Holy Jimbala! Let there be light!
Posted July 22nd, 2008 by hwee yee
My childhood was one of excess.
By the time I was 12, I must have eaten at least a thousand Old Chang Kee curry puffs. Before Old Chang Kee mushroomed around Singapore, it only had a few stalls in obscure places and one of them happened to be right outside my school. I started taking violin lessons in school on Saturdays, and those became Old Chang Kee pilgrimmage days.
After my lessons, my mother would take me to the Old Chang Kee stall and buy me a snack, even though I had lunch less than two hours ago. Old Chang Kee only had curry puffs, fish balls, and carrot cake then. At first, I would only eat a stick of fish balls, sometimes a carrot cake. My young tastebuds didn’t like the spicy stuff, so I never ate the curry puffs.
NOT BY MYSELF ANYWAY.
I would make my mum buy them and I would chomp away at the crust, leaving the corners for the last because THEY WERE (ARE) THE BEST. Then my poor mother would eat the rest because she is a good person cursed with a steller’s sea cow (extinct now of course because they ate so much they got too fat to swim away from predators) for progeny.
This went on until my tastebuds got hardier, and I started to eat curry puffs all by myself, which is even worse because THEY WERE (ARE) SO NICE. I COULD EAT TWO NOW, AND EAT ANOTHER TWO FOR TEA LATER!
And on Sundays, my mother would buy me even more curry puffs from the famous curry puff stall at Marine Parade market (it has ceased to be). My brother liked (still likes) dough fritters, so since he’s getting them, might as well get half a dozen and give the fat sister two.
I’m thankful to have a mother who has never stopped me from eating anything, or pressured me into losing weight. I got to a point where baby fat became just fat, and while my baby fat was cute, my fat was not. But whatever issues that I had with my body then was SOLELY the fault of ugly mean girls. My childhood was one of complete, undisciplined gluttony, and total unfettered joy. Had I continued eating the way I did though, I would probably have ended up like the steller’s sea cow.
But you know that total unfettered joy? I miss that.
I think my mum misses it too.
