Been very busy, so I’m relying on a cell of operatives to gather information, useful and not, for this blog.
One of my operatives in Chinatown tells me the Chinese New Year decorations there includes a giant rooster sitting on some giant eggs amidst the recycled Christmas lighting. Rooster sitting on eggs leh. “If this isn’t indicative of the state of the Singaporean male, I don’t know what is”, my operative adds.
Another operative reports the following conversation heard on a train. (Not overheard. Heard. Singaporeans, we talk very LOUDLY):
Eh, any shop got applicants sale or not ah?
What applicants? What shop?
Neh? Like kettle, microwave all that? Household applicants lah!
Orh. Dunno. See newspaper lah.
My well-trained operative adhered to the rule of non-intervention and resisted the urge to correct the conversation, allowing himself only to mutter, ‘Buy mattress free handphone, dear“.
And Chinese New Year buy new
applicants appliances one meh? My family just insists on mandarin oranges, tidbits and new cloats.
Get this monkey off my back. I look stupid enough as it is.