Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Dear Sleuths and Fellow BBQ Lovers!

Jay and I need your help!

A couple of nights ago, we were all prepared to have a BBQ dinner. We had sausages, buns, peppers, corn on the cob…

Jay went to turn on the grill and look what he found!

Some one or some thing had chewed on the rubber tube from the gas canister to the grill, thus ruining our dinner plans.

We swore. We tried to fix it. We (or mostly just me) imagined giant rats roaming our garden gnawing on rubber tubes. We ended up pan frying our sausages.

WHAT could have done this? WHO? WHAT? WHERE?

The Grillburglar?

If this looks familiar to you or this has actually happened to you, please help! Tell us what to do.

Besides putting a laser force field around the BBQ grill.

Hello Kitty would suck as a superhero because even in disguise, she looks exactly like Hello Kitty.

Thanks to Kitty Hell, one of my favorite (anti) Hello Kitty blogs, I am now aware of her secret identity.

Truth be told, I am jealous of Hello Kitty and her strong sense of identity. Wherever she is, there she is.

It’s always as simple as that.

~~~

I thought a lot about identity tonight.

The parental units are in town and during dinner, talk about home got me thinking about who I am.

“The longer I am away from Singapore, Singaporeans seem stranger and stranger,” I blurted out.

Am I different because I am not in Singapore? Or am I different anyway?

I remember a heated discussion here with a visiting young Singaporean over the freedom of press in Singapore. He said Singaporeans didn’t care about these things because they were too practical and it was all about flats, jobs, and money.

It made me think about all the journalists, teachers, bloggers, and non-profits trying to do good work in Singapore and how, at the end of the day, it might not even matter to many other Singaporeans because they simply didn’t care.

He told me he didn’t care.

He told me his friends didn’t care.

I guess we’re all different Singaporeans.

It’s ironic—how I seek out Singaporeans here in the US simply because I miss home and think that being with a fellow Singaporean helps. (I mean, do you really need to know about the time I made an appointment with a real estate agent in Seattle just because her website said she was from Singapore?)

It helps to a certain extent, but who I truly miss are my friends, Singaporean or not, who have the same feelings about things that I do.

I guess what I’m trying to say is: I want to stay true to myself wherever I am, just like Hello Kitty.

And oh, I want that leotard-belt combination she’s wearing too.

No less than 10 friends sent me the link to the story about Thai police “punishing” their rogue cops by making them wear Hello Kitty arm bands.

WELL, I NEVER!

I am insulted, insulted, that of all the paraphernalia they had at their disposal, they picked a mere arm band.

I mean, if they were really serious, they’ll make these policemen carry their weapons in my new Hello Kitty bag.

For those who need a little help with the writing, it says, “Just follow your ears, and open your heart, and your friends will lead you to a world of music and fun!”

Oh that Hello Kitty! What a poet she is.

Alright.

Can someone PLEASE tell me what is wrong with this pair of chopsticks?

Someone.

Anyone?

But we can be forgiven because it’s so damn cute anyway.

P/S Do not attempt at home with your own child. Unless he’s less than two months old. And doesn’t know better.

PP/S Thanks to Curtis for his (unknown to him) cooperation.