I’m back from the USA! In case you haven’t heard, I’ve been roadtrippin’ through the West Coast for the past 15 days: LA, Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Monterey, and San Francisco. Friggin’ awesomesauce, and definitely a much-needed break. Memorable experiences: 1. Driving against the direction of traffic in the middle of the night because we […]
In case you’re wondering, I haven’t disappeared off the face of this earth yet – I’m just on vacation on the West Coast of USA, and I didn’t have time to blog this before I left. In the past 9 days, I’ve covered LA, Vegas, the Grand Canyon and Monterey; and I’m now on the
The Mondays after a long weekend or a vacation are the worst. You get into the office, and it’s like walking into the set of Night of the Living Dead. Everyone is a freakin’ zombie: blank eyes, slack mouth, and shuffling (not the LMFAO kind). This week started with one such Monday – we had
Happy (belated) National Day! For my international friends, National Day is Singapore’s version of Independence Day – it’s on the 9th of August, and we have a huge-ass parade with like 20,000 people in it and fireworks and the whole shebang. Everyone gets really nationalistic about the the whole thing, so I decided to do
Say you’re a young, sexy, unmarried Singaporean with no commitments: no student debt, no mortgage, and earning a comfortable income at an awesome job. What’s the worst thing that could happen to you right now? No, it’s not that you might die (because you don’t have a family and kids to support, and your parents
I just caught the Dark Knight Rises last week. Okay, it wasn’t a terrible movie, but it’s just riddled with plot inconsistencies that I couldn’t resolve, like (SPOILER ALERT): 1. Why is there a random-ass prison in the ground, in the middle of some foreign desert, with no warden, no food, and a bunch of prisoners
Have you ever checked out the finance section of your local bookstore? That’s usually the first place I zoom into, because I’m nerdy like that. The first thing you usually see is a SEA OF PURPLE in that hugeass shelf of Rich Dad, Poor Dad books. Don’t ask me why, but the gaudiness kind of
Okay, you’re not the only one who has no freakin idea what those lyrics are supposed to mean (This intellectual forum discussion doesn’t really give me any clue). Oh Ke$ha, you have such impenetrable philosophies. Of course, not many of us get up on a mattress made of cash and surrounded by hot chicks, so
Yes… it’s a big one. And I confess that I walk around with it all day. Honestly, if we could all just get rid of cash and pay with credit cards, like in this Visa ad, my wallet – and that bulge in my pants – could get a lot smaller (Insert snide comment about
