CNY Feasting
If there’s one thing that’s changed over the years over the Chinese New Year, it’s my perceptions of the feasts. When I was younger, I threw myself at all the new year goodies: bak kwa, the many types of Chinese
Category: Ang mo
Tea Bottles
Here’s the first post of 2009 and for our Missouri bud: what we discovered to be his favorite drink while in Singapore the two occasions he’s been here to visit us.:) Ling prefers warm water, and I prefer slightly cool
To Peel or Not to Peel
I’m going to stay as far away as I can from the issues of gender roles in relationships. It’s been covered quite well here and at Ann’s blog. But I do intend to convey my sympathies toward those who desire
He walks, he eats, he cracks
There was a poem on people we meet and sometimes you only get to meet them once in your lifetime. I didn’t think much of it until Matt left us this morning. He has very much become a part of
Day 25 – and he won
Honestly, we just didn’t know where we went wrong. After spending 25 days with us, our Ang mo friend Matt left Singapore weighing slightly less than he’d first arrived! Mind you, this is after stuffing him with the below items
Harbinger of Disaster
I’m beginning to think I’m the harbinger of catastrophe. Here in Singapore, accidents of all measure occur in my vicinity while I’m off in one direction or another. During my November, 2006 stay in Singapore I witnessed several traffic accidents,
A Plague of Insects
Along the hike up to the Treetop Walk near Bukit Timah, I smelled a distinct fragrance in the air. “What is that smell?” I asked. I just couldn’t place it, but it was familiar. Could it be lavender? No. Or
Bangkok by Metre
Use a metered cab—make sure it is metered! This is obviously good advice. And like most good advice I’ve received throughout my life, I chose to ignore it. At the Bangkok airport, taxi stand in sight, I ducked through the
Lost Luggage and Found Cake
The day before my departure for Bangkok went by more quickly than I anticipated. Yang and Ling each had busy days, and I once again whiled away the morning at the The Rivervale awaiting word on the status of my
Pulau Ubin . . .
. . . AKA: The Mosquito Coast. Or so I’d been led to believe. So ferocious are the mosquitoes of Pulau Ubin, so insatiable is their thirst for human blood, that local custom demands that an ang moh devour a
Singapore 1, Matt 0
Well played, Singapore. Not only at the end of each night did you relentlessly stuff me until I waddled back to The Rivervale like a cross-eyed duck, but your strategy of playfully misplacing my luggage for over 72 hours was
Ultra-wide angles
One of the best things about having an ang mo friend is that every time he comes by to visit, I go wild at Amazon and order all the lenses and accessories I need and have them sent to him,
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