things said to us at grandad's funeral you probably shouldn't repeat at someone else's:

1) "hi ger !! how are you? mm .. good good .. mm ..... happy?"

2) in response to mum's introduction of "these are my 3 girls, these are my sister's boys" ..
"WAH LAU !! SO BIG AH ?!"

not many posts recently, mostly because i haven't really felt like it. to prevent posts from becoming uncharacteristically emo, regular blogging shall resume in february. things will be better then!

me: hey did you see that lady's hair? it's huge!
dad: ya i saw. she looks like a buffoon

i think he meant baboon. but it's an insult nonetheless

back in perth where a mountain of unpacking awaits. boxes and boxes of crap from our old place have been lovingly dumped in my new room waiting for me to unpack them! unfortunately, they will be disappointed. i hate unpacking .. where's bboj when you need him.

sg was really fun.

this is pretty much just a filler post.

picutres of my new pad will come soon! i have my own wing of the house. bwaaaahahahahahaha.

after previous post about sub-standard coffee, i realize that i haven't really done singapore much justice. as much as it tries, this tiny island/nation/hub-of-everything-under-the-sun, does not naturally have a cafe culture in the way that western cultures do. what it does offer however is a true decadence of a different sort. such as this



MOOOOOUNTAINS OF DURIANS!! SOOO MUCH DURIAN IT'S COMING OUT OF YOUR EARS !!! A STINKY PARADISE OF DURIAN-Y GOODNESS !! unlike malaysia or thailand where you can buy it at the plantation or road-side stall or whatever it is you guys do there, and eat it on the spot, we here who don't grow things except hydroponic kangkong to feed our pet terrapins buy all your durians and eat it in the comfort of our sitting rooms while watching the muppets on the disney channel.

after weeks of no good proper caffeine hits, i've found a place that makes nice mocha (bakerzin) in singapore.

if there's something absolutely appalling about singapore (other than bad service, the general population's non-grasp of english, the endless need to copy jap/korean fashion no matter how horrific it is etcetc..) it's that coffee that isn't ice-blended-or-frappucino-ed tastes like heated up ditch water*. dude, if i'm paying $4 for coffee from your international franchise that supposedly trains its baristas, i sure as hell expect something better than a mocha that's essentially milo with coffee dregs in it, or a cappucino that has a froth looking like the long-lost brother of spongebob squarepants.

and lest you think i'm exaggerating (admittedly, girlies are dramamamas), i have a photographic evidence from a trip to the coffee connoiseur with kah how, where incidentally, we encountered the abovementioned bikini bottom dweller.



ok so i lied. i don't have pictures of the offending coffee. but lo! kah how ordered a long black with his breakfast meal, and they presented him with this! BLACK COFFEE WITH UHT MILK! 'scew me, you coffee con-oy-sua hah?!?! granted it was special uht milk from the "cream alps", but still, what a gyp!

* coffee from a kopitiam/hawker centre not included.