I was determined to both get my opinions about the IRAS debacle aired, and going to a sponsored food review at a high-brow Chinese restaurant. Kind of ironic, but let’s see how this works.
Determined to end the emotional roller coaster ride of the last six months, I decided to look up an old friend that might give me an opportunity to cheer us up with some actual roller coaster rides.
We were invited by Hasbro to be featured in a short videoclip in celebration of Transformers’ 30th Anniversary. Will there be mind-blowing Michael Bay explosions? Robot metal flying all over the city smashing into buildings and causing devastating chaos?
Once in a while, I get to indulge a little in a couple of *true* ghost stories. Sometimes I tell them, and sometimes I am told, like what I heard at the “Spooky Seas” themed SEA Aquarium VIP Tour we were invited to.
We were given the Volvo XC90 T5 R-Design to review last weekend, and The Blogfather decided to spruce it up into something fit to chauffeur a bride and groom in… somewhat.
SG50 is laden with 50 years worth of national baggage. But that is also precisely why it’s so important that our Golden anniversary as a nation must be celebrated.
You probably know them for longer than you’d care to admit. They appear every now and again, offering theatrical performances and workshops focused squarely at entertaining and educating kids. Some might even vaguely remember them from the late 80’s, but the name holds more significance for Singapore than you might imagine.
A fellow blogger whose husband ran a local outfit called Bike School Asia happened to be paying attention to my cycling-related posts on my Facebook account, and sent me an invite to try the school’s basic bike maintenance workshop. My first reaction was, “Got such thing meh?”
All The Blogfather is asking is for some love from one of Singapore’s most iconic landmarks. Is that too much to ask? I don’t know. But I’m asking anyway.
In the midst of his very candid, almost tongue-in-cheek presentation, mostly involving showing us a barrage of pictures of his son, he’d inject some anecdotal information on his photojournalist background, used to blog just like us, and that his son was autistic.
I sat up. I had just met Bob Lee.
Be it toys, comic books, or even games, some of us will have grown up with a vision of amassing what we hope would be a treasure trove of nostalgic memorabilia that would grow in monetary value over time. Then you become a dad.
The Blogfather will not let this slide. Whoever came up with this idea, you wait. I will make sure I come and find you. I will bring my entire family, and you will explain to my son in front of his face why you very nearly made him cry that night.