Land of the Free, Home of the Brave

Oh Adam, you really shouldn't have sung with KISS and justified White Christian America not giving you its vote.

There are political undertones, I tell you. Stereotypes or not, the Conservatives are still unhappy about their loss.

Maybe Matt should have been American Idol after all.



Or not. At least he now gets to develop himself as an artiste on his terms. But please Matt, no more Coldplay or The Fray. Give me blues any day.

I also found the link to KF Seetoh on Martha. I watch Martha almost every morning I can, even though I cannot for the life of me understand all this lifestyle schtick. But it's therapeutic looking at pretty things, and watching other people do things you know you'll never have the time, money or energy to do.

Click here for the video, but it loads in weird bursts so make sure you have a good connection.

My favourite part is when he calls tau pok tofu puffs, like edible sponge.

And I think Martha's impression of Singapore is somewhat like a Fighting Spiders one, all street food, albeit with portable stoves - KF Seetoh did inform her that charcoal fires aren't allowed anymore.

No hum in the laksa, I see.

OH COME ON

Kris Allen? America, you have got to be kidding me.

Half-Price Gelare Waffles On Tuesday

Nope, no pictures of the waffle with three scoops of ice cream which we ordered - we scoffed it down much too quickly for that, dispensing with such niceties. And we didn't get whipped cream on it, nor the fruits which the cashier entreated us to add, for 20 cents, so it wasn't that pretty-looking anyway.

But there are pictures of two lovely people, and here is one of them:

Just like old times, except that today I was the one who suggested we have waffles. Joe is, astonishingly, on a diet of some sort. Quents jia mian-ed at lunch and wasn't very hungry.

And I still didn't understand half of what the guys were talking about, even though I've graduated. There are only so many things Law School does for you.

But it was very nice, watching Star Trek and wandering aimlessly around PS and poking about Daiso, having absolutely nothing better to do.

So Far Away

Never did we expect that one of the destinations for our local grad trip would be a factory in Ubi, because there's a tailor there. Let me know if you need the address. Jon and I actually took the MRT to Eunos, and once the bus from the MRT headed into the Greater Ubi Area, it really felt like we weren't in Singapore anymore.

In fact, it felt a bit like a village centre in Shaanxi province which I visited last year.

(That isn't the factory we went to. But when you travel, you've got to take pictures at 'special places.' You know.)

Zhiwei told us yesterday that his girlfriend's father isn't letting her go up for our day trip to Malacca after all because of swine flu.

I told him it was okay, because there are places in Singapore that don't feel like Singapore at all, anyway.

My mother entered a gardening phase a few months ago, which explains the mini-jungle right beside my bedroom windows. It'd be quite cool, if not for the fact that the ants which populated the leaves of the papaya plant liked to use my windows as a sort of pedestrian crossing, and there was a bird's nest a little too close to my bedroom wall for comfort. And, to top things off, today I found a Very, Very Furry, Rather Long Caterpillar Cocoon in the place where the headboard of my bed touches the wall, meaning that he (she?) took the liberty of crawling all the way across my headboard. And there was another one in the window sill.

Ugh!

I whinged my father into removing both of them, which he did - and then he said, Wasn't that cool? City-dwellers don't often get to see wildlife so close to them!

We also proceeded to chop down parts of the papaya plant and remove the bird's nest, which is why I wrote the above paragraph in past tense. No more will those pesky ants use my windows as a pedestrian crossing.