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Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 4:22 PM

I've been away from home too long. Forgot the name of my nearest community centre and actually had to wiki it.

Ghim Moh is a district in Singapore that has a reputation nationwide for attractive food at its Food Centre that distinguishes it from other food centres in Singapore. Famous stalls include beef hor fun, char kway teow, chwee kueh, mee pok, roasted meats, and xiao wan mian. The estate consists of 21 blocks.

The chicken rice is pretty good too, even though it isn't famous.

Am still on my music binge (now playing oldies like mr sandman - think 1950s not metallica) but came across this guardian article that made me laugh so hard.

You could be forgiven for consulting the history books. The winners at yesterday's Q awards were a roll call of heroes from decades past - from 60s' legend Smokey Robinson, the 70s' Jeff Lynne, the 80s' Aha and the 90s' Take That. Add in Oasis, U2, Boy George, Peter Gabriel and the Who, and it would take a long time to add up the combined ages of the winners, though one observer did work out an average age of 41.

The baby of the winners, Alex Turner of the Arctic Monkeys - just 20 - admitted he was too young to know all the people around him, although that did not stop him from issuing a forthright assessment of one of the winners: "A lot of people make jokes about having awards for no reason just for the sake of having awards, and pretending they were good when they weren't. I'm not old enough to know a lot of them, but even I know Take That were bollocks."

That was, perhaps, the bitchiest comment of the lunch - apart from a legally unprintable swipe at Heather Mills McCartney by Jonathan Ross. The Q awards have been notable in recent years for their fallings out: Elton John used them to accuse Madonna of lip-synching and last year Liam Gallagher called Chris Martin a plantpot. This year's awards were a much more sober affair, but not literally, as there were enough cocktails, wine, whisky, vodka and beer to sink a battleship.


Sigh. I want to write like that.

Have you discovered firefox 2 yet? It's great although it feels slower.
My fav extensions (now called add ons)
- Download status bar - which puts your downloads in the bottom bar of the browser instead of a new window
- fast video download - so you can save youtube and other net video. simple and easy.

Thursday, October 26, 2006 at 9:15 PM

I can't believe nobody thought of this sooner - a nalgene lantern. I so want this for christmas!

And a supercute pix of a kid who crawled into a toy vending machine... all in the name of sponge bob.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006 at 8:53 PM

Just some things that made my day:

Listening to nina simone - she is just brilliant. Four women.

There is a really really hilarious aussie comedy called Thank God You're Here (you can get it on the net if you know where to search ahem nudge wink). There is no real plot, jsut four guest comedians every week and they have to walk into a sketch with no clue what is going on and wing it from there.

And there is, or was, an Australian Idol finalist who is a dead ringer for Sideshow Bob. Bobby Flynn got kicked out but he sounds like a really promising folksy John Mayer sort of guy. Again, you can sample his music if you know where to look. (email me if you need a hint.)

Friday, October 20, 2006 at 3:31 PM

Listening to disco music is strangely tiring, even without the dancing. Am currently attempting Project One Song At A Time, aka my ipod is full and i need to delete stuff. Going alphabetically by genre, and I hit Disco, 50 songs of mostly abba and bee gees (50 too many I hear some of you cry). Most irritating song that is staying on the ipod for that very reason -

ra ra rasputin, lover of the russian queen.

Go forth and multiply, my beautiful earworm. heh heh.

ps: you can get good indie music at the smudge of ashen fluff and the rich girls are weeping, and of course, hype machine (link on right).

Monday, October 16, 2006 at 8:32 PM

Am enamored - in a geek love sort of way - with John Hodgman, who just wrote a book of fake trivia. He's got a wonderful deadpan humour that really shows in his podcasts.

With Jon Stewart

areas of my expertise
little grey books

He is also Mr PC in the PC vs Mac ads, which aren't very funny (to me). In a strange twist of fate, he is actually more interesting than the actor who plays the slacker mac dude. Of course, John is a mac user in real life.

Monday, October 09, 2006 at 8:05 AM

Been sick. Lesson for all: Don't share food with a friend who has got the flu, even if the said item is a shot of flavoured vodka, cos flu germs are powerful.
(I'm sure I'm not going to pass microbio with that answer.)

Just complaining the same friend that I've stopped blogging because nothing interesting ever happens to me anymore, then went to a great gig last nite for a friend's band. Big hello to matty 'soft moods' hassett, who plays in The Wagons, a ahem country band. i would normally be ashamed of listening to country n western, but this is closer to Johnny Cash and Nick Cave than Kenny Rogers. Frontman henry was a hoot, he looks like a manic peter jackson playing guitar, even reaching out to the chandelier and hitting it with the drumsticks. There was a really weird vibe going on with a really drunk elderly fag standing in front, henry calling him my favourite bitch, the fag saying keep your legs parted among other strange things, dancing and crashing into the mike stand and being thrown out.

Otherwise the music was good and the showmanship even better.
A quote from henry: "I know we are a country band but we're all city boys. The closest we got to the country was a barbie in the park and even then we felt... dirty.''