Destination: Golden Village VivoCity (Yeah I know I go there a lot)
Notes: Nothing much to say about today’s outfit because it’s just something casual I threw on in a hurry because I was, well, in a hurry. No “legs” today. Hahaha.
Morte and Wang Wang just bought a plasma TV so we all invited ourselves over to play Wii on their lovely new TV.
Nanny Wen made dumplings for our dinner. (Even though the Dumpling Festival is already over.) You can count on Nanny Wen to do stuff like that.
Quite appropriately, she wore her Little Miss Late t-shirt.
In reponse, I wore my Emily t-shirt.
We decided that it was damn cool, so we camwhored a good while before leaving for Morte’s place.
When we got there, the boys played Bleach on the Wii while the girls heated the dumplings.
The fruits of Nanny Wen’s 4.5-hour labour!
Wang Wang dug out her stylo teapot for us.
Nanny Wen’s dumplings rock! Yum! And then, it was time for Wii!
Mario Party 8 is currently THE best party game because up to eight players can play at one time. Provided, of course, that you actually have eight wiimotes.
We only have four wiimotes collectively, so we had to take turns.
[Edit: I got mixed up with another game. MP8 can only accomodate 4 players at a time. Thanks to Mince Pye for the correction!]
It’s a cute game!
But I’m not going to talk about it because I’ve put it on video.
We spent like three hours playing it because it’s a progressive competitive game that takes quite a while to get to the end, plus we had to do it twice so everyone got a chance to play. But it was so fun I wouldn’t have minded playing again.
But the boys wanted to play Project Gotham Racing 3 on the Xbox 360.
But this one made me scratch my head, raise an eyebrow and lose a brain cell.
Hi Sheylara,
Nice blog you have got there.
Are those cars in your Blog all from your country (Vietnam)?
Was all the photo take by you? Wat camera are you using?
Sincerely
BuB
This is pretty self-explanatory, I’m sure. But I still want to say it.
When the hell did I become Vietnamese?
Hahahahaha.
OH. You have to see this next bit of info:
The person who sent this email is a Singaporean. I know because he included his blog URL and I went to check it out. (To protect the innocent, I’m not revealing the URL.)
How can a Singaporean not tell that I’m a Singaporean??
It’s not like I try to be international in my blogs, right? I sometimes use Singlish. I talk about Singaporean things, places, issues, people. The word “Singapore” was used in my blog titles four times in the last month.
So how, oh how, is it not painfully obvious to a Singaporean that I’m a Singaporean?
Mystified.
I replied the email. No answer yet. But then, it’s only been two days.
BuB, if you’re reading this, thank you for your email. It’s very entertaining.
In an unexpected twist of events, the email actually made me very happy. Two days prior to receiving the email, I was asked to audition for a Vietnamese girl role, a role I really want because it’s a leading role in a telemovie and looks fun.
In Singapore, actors (including A-list celebrities) don’t get star treatment like we hear about in Hollywood. Personal trailers, personal assistants, personal stylists, that sort of thing. If we want personal assistants, we have to employ them ourselves. If we want chairs to sit on at location shoots, we have to bring them ourselves.
So, let me illustrate what passes off as “star treatment” in Singapore.
This kid in the tree costume is our lead actress (for the kids’ drama I’m doing):
According to her, being a tree is very hard work and it’s too damn hot in there.
So, during a camera setup break, our sweet producer gave her some windy relief.
Yup. This is as much star treatment as you can get in Singapore.
Not only is star treatment a rarity, sometimes actors have to multi-task.
Here is a boy actor (one of the main characters), receiving instruction from the soundman on recording audio.
Because he has to be soundman for the coming scene!
Okay, I was kidding about that one. Our kids are not being tortured here. The soundman was actually very sweet to let the boy try out his job.
The kids on this drama are very happy kids, indeed, because although they are incorrigibly riotous, the crew takes care of them really well.
To be fair, kids can be really fun to work with… when they’re not being hyperactive.
Here’s another part of the DXO 2nd Anniversary celebration: Drift demos by members of Ris Culture. It was such a cool event that Channel NewsAsia was there to cover it.
The main interviewees of the day were Crist and Faith.
Faith is Crist’s wife and also the only woman drifter in Singapore. If anyone can set a man’s heart racing, it has to be a pretty female drifter!
These people are crazy. They burn the threads right off their tires and they leave permanent marks on the road. But, oh, how fun!
I was offered a ride by one of The Goonfather’s friend, who drives a Fairlady and just started drifting this year. (Which made The Goonfather super worried when I was in the car! Hahaha.) But, MAN, it was outrageously fun! Feels like you’re floating when the car is in a drifting state. Wheeeeee!
I also took some videos of the drift demos, so feast your eyes!
Why can I never get a straight answer from a man? We’re planning a trip to Guernsey (an island) dead early tomorrow morning, so I need to know what time we have to leave so I can set my alarm.
Me: What time do we have to leave home?
Piers: No earlier than an hour before the time we have to be there – which is an hour before we sail (6 am).
Took me 11 minutes of questioning, during which time I got more riddles, before I received the answer: 4 am.
Piers “invented” a really delicious Asian snack combo: Prawn crackers with hoisin sauce! So proud of him!
I also found this awesome lemongrass-flavoured prawn crackers at Tesco. From Netherlands, but makers were Indoneisan settlers. Tastes so great when you dip into hoisin sauce (sparingly)!
Yeah I know my photos are missing from my blog header. Looks very funny, doesn’t it?
Nanny Wen (aka Buggy Wen aka Davienne) says it reminds her of Harry Potter’s moving picture people.
Guess my photos are taking a break. They’ve gone into hiding because it’s been raining a lot in England and the weather forecast says it’s going to hail tomorrow.
IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER!
Crazy or not.
I thought I’d be in discomfort for a year because I was finding it impossible to get used to Invisalign in my mouth. But just 11 days into it, I hardly feel it anymore.
Was playing on my iPad before bed last night when I suddenly couldn’t feel plastic in my mouth and for one horrifying moment, thought that I had forgotten to put my aligners back on after dinner, which was ages ago.
Turned out it’s just my mouth has started to adapt.
Quote of the day
Me: I want a pet duckling!
Piers: LOL why!!!
Me: Cos they’re so cute.
Piers: All baby things are cute! Except babies.
A transport provider in the UK just sent me an e-mail asking me to take part in an online survey to help improve services.
So I go there and answer two questions (age and last time I used the service) and they say:
“Thank you for your time. Unfortunately, you do not qualify for the survey as this time around we are looking to survey our more senior customers (over 60) only.”
WTF fail.
Was googling the difference between biscuits and cookies and got linked to a Yahoo! Answers page. This guy’s answer made me LOL.
“The difference between the biscuit and the cookie is the Atlantic.
Plus, American biscuit more like a savory scone
Plus English biscuit is an American cookie.
Plus English or American cookie is in your computer to do stuff that no one really understands.”
Being too ambitious (or greedy). Two heaped bowls of ricotta and spinach tortelloni in bolognese sauce, with six sausages and three baby zucchinis thrown into the mix. A roll of garlic bread and a bottle of wine. Delicious!
Yay I got white tulips! My favouritest flowers. :)
England has the most beautiful flowers. Tulips and roses in white with pale pink. Gerberas in strawberry milk pink. Makes me happy!
Just read in detail about foot binding in ancient China. I always thought they just wrapped up the feet during infancy to stop them from growing.
But, no! They wait till the girl is 4-7 years old, then break her toes and arch bones so that the toes can curl under the sole. Without anaesthesia.
After wrapping the monstrous creation tightly, the girl is then forced to walk on her broken feet so her weight can help crush them into shape. The feet are crushed and rebound daily for like two years! WTF is wrong with people?!
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