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Can be found here: http://picasaweb.google.com/107243734739290991264 Posts will follow as I battle jet-lag and uncertain internet access for the next week or so.
In Bali, I spotted milk sodas, which just did not sound appetizing to me. For some reason, I assumed that they were carbonated, but I now see that it says “cultured milk drink,” not “carbonated milk drink.” Granted, to me … Continue reading
Whenever I told people I was going to move to Singapore, I usually got one of two responses: don’t chew gum and don’t get caned. (The next most popular was, “are you going to have to learn the language?”) It … Continue reading
I wrote too soon about good Singaporean PSAs – I saw this yesterday on the MRT. I can’t decide which is my favorite – this one or the clam costumes.
I think my favorite Singaporean sign is still this menu, but in terms of PSAs, I think the one below is pretty good. Maybe not quite as eye-catching as the clams, though? (Located outside a military camp.)
Roti John is a Singaporean invention of onions, eggs, grilled meat, and spices spread on a loaf of French bread and grilled. Supposedly it was invented in the 1970s by a hawker named Shukor, whose Western customers always asked for … Continue reading
I’ve found a Westerner who loves hawker centres as much as I do. Every week during Malay class, I stared at him, bewitched by his goofy amusement, wishing I could take him home with me. Unfortunately, that might get me … Continue reading
I was sitting at my favorite frozen yogurt place yesterday, happily reunited with the internet (which isn’t working at my apartment), when a gentleman approached me and declared, “you have a lucky forehead.” He was an old Indian man, complete with … Continue reading