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This morning I had a bit of a shock when I was reading through the newspapers – a man was murdered in Singapore.   I wasn’t so much shocked by the actual murder (though murder is understandably quite shocking), or even by the graphic pictures that the story shows, I was more shocked that I was shocked at all!  (are you still with me?)

It seems like years ago that I would turn on the television in the morning before heading to work, listening numbly to stories of rape, murder, school shootings, gang violence, hate crimes.  In reality this was only several months ago.  Perhaps living in Singapore has “re-sensitized” me to violence.

You would too if the biggest news stories in your city read something like this:

  1. Flash floods and a tree falls. And then another. [Actually, if you turn on the radio, you won’t hear about anything else.]
  2. Savage deer on the loose!
  3. Man jailed for “outraging [a woman’s] modesty.” This means he kissed her hand.  [FYI – you can also be an Outrage of Modesty offender if you stand naked by your window.  Our property managers have distributed several reminder memos in the past couple of months.]
  4. Auntie misbehaves in public.  Yes, this is the actual headline.
  5. And this one still makes me cringe:  Man punches retiree in the face.

So maybe, as many critics of Singapore will say, I’m not “living in the real world” and maybe I’ve lost my “spider sense” (though I’m skeptical I ever had one to begin with), but it’s a nice change of pace to be living in Pleasantville for a couple of years.  The real world is overrated.

I have another confession to make.  Now don’t get too excited – before you start wildly imagining what I’ve stolen or which idol I’ve been worshiping* or even which neighbor’s wife I’ve been coveting – let me tell you: my sin is not quite so scandalous.  No, it’s more a sin of gluttony.

As you might have already gathered from the title of this post (or the giant picture of cake to the left), I am addicted to Pandan Chiffon.  That fluffy, spongy, moist, coconutty cake made from the extract of pandan leaves.  My pandan chiffon habit probably isn’t quite as severe as my CNY cookie addiction (nor does it cause my derrière to grow at such an alarming rate), but it’s bad enough that the nice guy who works at the hospital Bengawan Solo doesn’t even ask me what I want to order anymore.  He just knows.  It’s slightly embarrassing, actually.

Pandan chiffon is so light and velvety and heavenly that it’s almost exclusively become, along with an apple or a grapefruit, my daily breakfast.  Is this bad?  I can only assume that it’s at least equally as bad as eating a big bowl of sugary cereal for breakfast.  And I get infinitely more pleasure from the former.  I fear most Singaporeans might disapprove…

*Quick rant: Sylvia was the obvious choice for Singapore idol.

I met some friends for drinks this weekend at Timbre and was pleasantly surprised by the cover band.  Call me crazy, but I’ll take this lady’s pleasant voice over Lady Gaga any day.  Does anyone know the name of the band?  I’d definitely listen to them again if I knew where they were playing…

Good company, good wine, cool breeze on the river, lights of the Central Business District shinning bright, chill tunes…  Way to deliver, Singapore!

I’m re-posting E’s blog about the MRT PSA below, because I just can’t get over how ridiculous it is.  I think it might even top the PCK “don’t play play” campaign.

I’m not sure what’s worse:  HAVING a public service announcement for nose-picking, or NEEDING a public service announcement for nose-picking.

And lest you forget, while the consequences of picking your nose are not quite as severe as doing some graffiti work in the subway (5 months jail + 3 strokes of the cane…seriously??), there is a price to pay defiling this spotless city!   Just watch the NEA video campaign:

July 2010