Monthly Archives: September 2009

Why Did the Chicken Go For A Reading?

. Q: Why did the chicken go for a reading? A: To have its fortune told. . It’s like returning to Wonderland, if you were ever Alice, that is. It is not like returning home, for this is not home. Home is a place where I want to be alone, where I am a kingdom

Daniel Boulud: One Night in Singapore

. An exclusive Asian Food Channel original premiere, One Night in Singapore – Daniel Boulud, features renowned French Michelin Chef Daniel Boulud in his first visit to South East Asia. With an established reputation in many of the major cities in the US, including New York and Las Vegas under his belt, Daniel is invited

How to Bowl Like a Professional & Not Fall On Your Ass

. So, you want to know How to Bowl Like a Professional & Not Fall On Your Ass? Well, you sure came to the right place. Right here, I’ll guide you step-by-step all the way to a complete strike, with full-colour photo-illustrations too! Ready? Now, follow me: . Step 1. Get into position. Take a

Putting Fitness First

. So, I started exercising again. But it has been slow, truth be told. Doing it alone, I am left to my own devices. Any and all motivation must come from myself. It sure is different from the time when I was a gym member at one of the large local gym franchises. Back then

Fatboybakes’ Raya Tea Party

. It’s Eid ul-Fitr. In Malaysia, this means most of our Muslim friends and colleagues have gone back to their hometowns to celebrate the end of a month of fasting. Cities are emptied out, almost. The roads of Kuala Lumpur are free of traffic; I remember a joke from my school days that one could

Promise is Beating

. . And the Mock Turtle moans and weeps and complains about his dismal fate, the poor excuse for life that he has been handed on his plate. And the Gryphon pits his wit against them both, chest proud and thumping; he is so much better than everyone else, of course, it goes without saying,

Lake District

. Meeting Ms. Cheshire She is the first living thing we met in all of Borrowdale and Buttermere. A ginger cat sunbathing in the comforts of a rather prickly and off-limits tree-bush. Ms. Cheshire, we call her, after Lewis Carroll’s feline invention. She looks like she is about to disappear too, all but leaving her