Every so often, commoners like me and The Girlfriend dream of dining at a posh place. We imagined an upscale restaurant with fancy ivory chairs, mood lighting from fireflies encased in steel lanterns, crackly jazz music from the 60s played over a hand-cranked gramophone, and people dressed in tees and jeans–Singaporeans are realistic, okay? And… Continue reading Nassim Hill Bakery Bistro Bar
Just this past Sunday, my colleagues put together an appreciation programme for the Community Interpreters. Regardless of whether you live in a terrarium or ecosphere, you probably already know what one is. So, let me present my terrarium to you after attending a Virtual Terrarium Workshop conducted by Ricky Lim from The Green Capsule.
Located at The Rail Mall, BlooiE’s Roadhouse is a bar and a restaurant serving food of the grilled and fried variety. The Girlfriend and I patronised its premises some time ago. We sat outside and downed beverages that would make people spill state secrets if they drank one too many. I had remembered the place… Continue reading BlooiE’s Roadhouse
I turned all my academic writings to draft mode as I could not figure out how to hide them from the blog links. Category excluder plugins work to some extent, but they do give me the output I want. I hope that I do not need to mess around with code to have the writings… Continue reading Disabling My Academic Writings
The start to 2021 has seen chilly weather all around Singapore. While many don jackets outdoors and even indoors, I stay sheathed in my grey top, black shorts, and slippers when out and about. These are sufficient to keep me warm. In fact, I am inclined to believe that my body houses an organ that… Continue reading Little Farms Cafe, Wage Caps, And Adverse Weather
For some time now, The Girlfriend had tried to get me to consume beef. As long as I can remember, I abstained from it due to religion. I was a Buddhist for much of my teenage years and we do not do beef. My mum also encoded a set of instructions into me, such as:… Continue reading Wakuwaku Yakiniku, A Story Of Beef, And Empty Streets