The Magic Carpet is something that money can’t buy; for everything else, Aladdin takes MasterCard. Chinese people hate the number 4, so in many buildings in Taiwan/HK/China there are no 4th floors. Bugis Plus not only doesn’t buy into that superstition, it’s got more 4th floors than it has any other floor. For all your
Singapore 5/5
Traveling abroad with a baby brought a ton of uncertainties. Therefore, when we planned this trip, we left the last full day in Singapore open to catch up on activities and/or to rest. The few items on our to-do for the day were deemed optional. Turned out that was the right thing to do. We
Singapore 4/5
Day 4 began with a pathetic attempt to find breakfast at Bugis Junction, a place that catered more to the night life. Well, it was on our way to the MRT station anyway. Oh yeah we also saw the front of Raffles Hotel. Moving on… It took us no time to arrive at VivoCity (another
Singapore 3/5
Day 3 was our “cultural” tour of Singapore. We started in “Ox Cart Water”, the funny-named Chinatown. Early immigrants from China settled here and were surrounded by Muslim Malays and British colonists. But now it’s just weird to think that a country with 74% ethnic Chinese still has a Chinatown. At Tanjong Pagar, we picked
Singapore 2/5
The thing with the Earth being round is that jet lag happens. The thing with traveling with an inconsiderate little person is that your waking hours is a factor of both your biological clock and hers. There’s a place and time for everything, and fighting the inevitable just wasn’t appropriate in this case. So, we
Singapore 1/5
After some 19 hours of air time, we arrived at Changi Airport, the gateway to paradise. One of my least favorite things about long-haul flights is the back stiffness associated with being stuck in an ergonomically inappropriate position for too many hours. Well, this time I found out that having a squirmy baby solves much
Blog Hacked
After not touching this for almost 3 years, I suddenly had the urge to return to this blog. What welcomed me back was an AVG intrusion alert and some Cialis ads. Funny. I was confronted with how little web-technical skills I had left, when I tried to follow the anti-hacking instructions on sites like these:
San Francisco Hippie News
On this one day when I finally managed to escape the office by 6, the BART station was closed. A sea of commuters hovered around the entrance to BART, with some walking down to check out the fully shut steel gate and then returning upstairs. “The BART station is closed,” I heard somebody say. My
PF Chang’s
We went last night to P.F. Chang’s, the Chinese-themed TGI Friday. It was a surprisingly cultural experience. This was my very first time. Prior to the visit, most of my knowledge about this chain establishment had been from South Park depictions: (1) its food makes you super constipated, and (2) it’s run by an army
Doin’ DayQuil
This evening, I went to CVS and picked up a box of (the CVS generic version of) DayQuil. Upon check out, the cashier asked me for my birth date. Somewhat stunned and confused by the inquiry, I held back and paused for a second. Then I saw the piece of print out in his hand