Life after Scott

Life while Scott was here was fun!

For my birthday, he toilet papered my door. But, troubled by geometry, he hung "Laura Birthday Happy". Here is Manon busting through it.

We used to host fun events like olive oil tasting. Oh no, maybe it wasn't fun and that was the problem.

But now Scott has left, and it's like a big meteor/planet has fallen on us.

It's been very difficult for some of us.

Mike posed for that picture a lot better than I did, even after several tries.

The Canadian Club moose is struggling the most.

Manon is pregant, so she can't drown her sorrows in the same way.

She has to resort to Hot Kid, because that's good for pregnancy.

And then of course 3-legs for the heatiness!

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Rooftop Bar Contemplation

I have a thing for rooftop bars, because they provide lots of things to do!

We watched this inner-tube fisherman be surpassed by industrial age technology. We felt no envy for the kiteman, suspended by his head.

We felt confusion about the party happening in the hotel room behind us. I'm not aware of such parties happening beyond the realm of television.

Being on the rooftop, you can look down on the people at the fancy restaurant, who prefer their phones to the company and food at hand.

It's a good time to contemplate some of life's mysteries, such as, "is food-grade wax the best way to de-feather (sic. because "pluck", no?) ducks?"

Can emergency systems be sexist? Do the manfolk of fire not have more modern technology or do they hang out with the fisherpeople?

Staying on the theme of technology, would you trust the world clock of an alarm system that gets low and high confused? (I had a friend in university with the same problem, incidentally).

Rooftops are a good time to contemplate the endless mysteries of marketing. Worried that your fries too closely resemble a vegetable? Need more cholesterol? Well the sad pink chicken urges you to eat his highly processed cousins' meat!

And at the end of the night, you can contemplate the mysteries of Karma. Singapore's phenomenal tunnel depths burst forth at my building yesterday. I went to take a picture at the beginning of this, but as I did so, a man in crutches fell here, because crutches don't work in gushing waste-water. So I had to come back, because obviously that was a bad time for a picture. I'm still contemplating what this means.

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Downtown Statue Appreciation

We went to admire Singapore's statues, which are sprinkled around the downtown core, and normally only photographed by tourists.

As you can see, I was not careful enough to cover my skin from the sun.

Barry was a fan of the dazzle jacket and the unicorn elephant.

Is it possible to appreciate sculptures when your work is in the background?

Oh my goodness, while admiring the statues we saw the best neck beard in all of Asia!

And then Barry got distracted by what he thought was a new smoothie idea.

In Singapore, we have new panda cubs, too!

I try to appreciate art. This one I call Light Shining Through Intestinal Tract.

Multi-linguistic confusion.

Barry tried to give the coolies a hand.

I showed them how to use modern technology.

Barry's favourite sculpture is "Bike, décomposé".

When you see plastic-wrapped horsies, you want to punch them a breathing hole, but that's because you're crazy.

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Learning How to Gin

We went to Anti:dote to try the excellent award-winning drink called Atas. It is made by award-winning mixologist, Tom, who also helped Barry to turn 40.

One mistake you can make, if you're just having a coupla-drink evening, is to tell an award-winning mixologist that your New Year's resolution is to learn to appreciate gin. He will see this as a challenge.

I learnt a lot. Above, Tom is teaching me about column-distilled gin, as well as the linkage with Dutch jenever. But I had to listen carefully, otherwise Tom got mad and his eyes glowed red.

To achieve ginpreciation, you have to drink teeny tiny cocktails, with successively fewer ingredients.

I have to admit that the lavender gin cocktail improved my appreciation for the column distillation process.

Barry also worked on his palate, while feeling like a giant with his tiny glass.

In order to graduate Giniversity, you must appreciate the subtle flavour nuances of juniper vs. citrus and sage. I'm not sure that I'm all the way there, but at least I've now passed Gindergarten!

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Pinoy Surprises

Nothing helps us to stand firm and deeend like a crop top. But you likely can't wear this top if you eat too many SkyFlakes or Cracklin' faux pork rinds

We decided to give the Philippines some respect this weekend at Lucky Plaza, our local Pinoy mall. It's very threfty.

 Filipino food involves a lot of pork.

But if you look below the nutella, you might find a free meal.

We were more into the all-purpose sauce, which inexplicably comes in 2 flavours. The red sauce on the right is red banana sauce with tasty vitamin B6!

We couldn't decide between the Bangus and the Milkfish, which are actually the same fish.

The Philippines has tastier, bright coloured desserts than some of its Asian neighbours.

Barry, as usual, stuck to the T-shirts. "Singapore: Smartest Drawing Room of the World". I missed this international competition, because I was hanging out in the parlour instead.

I went with a butterfly cocktail shirt to make me more crealive.

Other mall features include the ability to turn back time.

To achieve beauty through snacking.

The mall also brings cheer.

And sad poems about goiden love getting broken on the roed so mandaly. (Engrish shown does not reflect the rather excellent English capabilities of Filipino customers.)

I tried to take a picture of Mol Girl South Koea XinXi, but somehow she disappeared from sight!

 So we went home and did some SRLX Filing.

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