Would You Like 'Hum' In That?

It was a very interesting week at work, primarily because of local politics. Admittedly, it is hardly the case when we talk about the goings-on of government within the hallowed corridors of the office. But this week was special because of Mr Brown.

I received no less than 4 emails and 2 MSN messages pointing me to the hit of the summer - Mr Lee and the 'Mai Hum' song (the NDP remix). And can I pass on the favour here? Yes, please.

Not that Mr Brown ever left the scene but you must conclude with a warmth that can only be propagated by mee siam gravy washing down one's gullet, one that warms the cockles of the heart, that this stroke of techy genius will be remembered for decades, or at least till the next elections.

At the same time, there are issues of the culinary kind to ponder upon. Does our PM not realise that Mee Siam does not have 'hum'? Or did he want to talk about laksa or char kway teow and refrained from mentioning anything spicy and cholesterol-laden, for fear that the wife and the Health Promotion Board might not approve? Or was he referring to 'hiam'? This would be logical conclusion albeit an aural examination of the clearly discernable phonetics would prove that indeed the PM said 'hum'. I can bring him to a really good mee siam stall at Upper Serangoon/MacPherson. Is that an oppposition ward?

Questions fester while the rest of the planet cuts ringtones and makes T-shirt that espouse the gastronomic virtues of cockles.

The Return To Union

This is Say Wee.

Here's a lo-down:

• Just left the uniformed service, the up-in-the-air kind though he did a lot of ground work.
• Spiky hair, as usual. I have not seen him without his hair up. Hmm.
• Drives an Alfa 127. He got it at a great price and traded in his old Subaru. He likes to drive. His Alfa though is giving him problems, electronically.
• Looking for a job now and might be going to work far away. I have dibs on bunking in.
• Likes rum and coke.
• Apparently he cooks now. Mostly to impress girls, he has made fresh squid-ink pasta and cream sauce. I don't know if he has baked or grilled or broiled.
• He was one of the few who could appreciate trance in university. Now he says he's chilling out with acoustic guitars. He droppped me off at Raffles Place while he played Tesla - Love Song. What a song! I stayed rooted till the song ended.

F-Sale

50% + 20% off. Suntec. Go!

Birthday Wheelings And Dealings

This Monday afternoon Cheryl spent an ardously long length of time trying to verbalise the extent of our relationship. In this relationship, we are colleagues, nothing more. She was doing expressing herself because she wanted me to spend more money on her birthday present than I would on presents for other colleagues. This neighbourliness has a price, apparently.

Her birthday is on Jan 8. Mine occurs next month. Let's see whether this "nice neighbour buys expensive gifts" premise is quid pro quo. Or as my friend Wee Han aptly put it after his wedding dinner "What goes around, comes around."