I’d do a mock interview with Sim Wong Hoo if I could, but all that happened was he walked past me while I was outside the Grand Ballroom at the Hilton, and I said, ‘iPod!’, while he was still within earshot, and I was half afraid he might pause and turn around and give me a shellacking or something. Of course he didn’t. He wouldn’t, would he? He’s confident, he’s smug. His product’s got FM radio. He wouldn’t give an Elmo’s Tickle about an iPod lover because an iPod lover’s missing out on the best tunes played on Mediacorp Radio. He wouldn’t be caught dead wearing black skivvies and a three day growth, either. He was decked out in his Sim Wong Hoo outfit: sensible pants and work shirt with button-down collars. What an icon.
That’s what happens when I get the grumps. And I got the grumps today because nine of ten friends I called today to ask nicely to hang out with said they couldn’t, even if today was the only day in the week I could even contemplate hanging out. They all said something about the lion looking for a second leg in the tiger’s cup, and that’s quite a big thing, so I suppose I’ll wait till 6am for Channel Newsasia to stop looping their loopy music and broadcast some news, or read it in the papers later in the morning.
I did come into extended contact today with one friend, albeit in an online way, because he’s in Beijing, where he’s taking a year off his ‘acting career’ to learn Mandarin, so’s he can come back here and fulfil his lifetime ambition of appearing in a lead role on Channel 8. From what he tells me, he’s really immersing himself in the culture there, rediscovering his roots by engaging in the services of several pillow Mandarin tutors. It really works, he says. And this gets me thinking that maybe that’s why there are so many working ladies here from China who have somehow managed to evade deportation en masse. It’s good for our Speak Mandarin
Decree Campaign, you see?
Oh, Steve did call me today as well, but that’s not counted. He said something about going rollerblading with the girl he’s not quite seeing. That’s the thing with Steve. Likes to adopt whatever hobby his object of interest is interested in.
Last year alone, he took up golf, pottery, creative writing, wakeboarding, diving, bungee jumping and field archery. And he invariably ends up listening to the same music too. Thank goodness he hasn’t tried his hand at rapping yet. Even if he does, what can you tell a friend who is so insistent on losing himself in a non-relationship? I suppose I should just be glad for him that he’s making full use of his SAFRA membership.