I’m a two-faced, charming, flirtatious, quick-witted scoundrel.
I’ve lived in Singapore for five years, but I’ve been visiting since the late ‘70s. It was a long distance affair that ended up in us shacking up together.
There’s been more evolution than revolution. By and large, Singapore has changed for the better.
It’s a great shame that xenophobic tendencies have been inflamed by various interest groups because I don’t believe Singaporeans are racist at all. I think it’s a media beat up designed to distract people from real issues.
Singaporeans are among the most gracious and hospitable people I have lived and worked with.
Geylang is my favorite part of town, not for the red light action (which, as it happens, is very safe and tame by world standards) or the illegal back alley dice games (all stopped at about the same time the casinos opened), but for some of the best food in Singapore and incredibly hospitable locals.
I always bring visiting comedians to Geylang. We start with handmade noodles and rice wine, and then end up dancing in an open-air dangdut bar. It’s the closest you can get to the third world without crossing the causeway.
I’ve learnt that the business side of what I do does not define me. I get much more joy from simply performing comedy and even more by helping young Singaporean comics develop their skills.
The people here don’t appreciate shock value or dark comedy. They like their humor to be positive. I do a lot of jokes about life from the point of view of the foreigner who doesn’t know what’s going on. But in doing so, I am actually demonstrating that I do get it.
Singaporeans don’t like stereotyping but they do appreciate accurate parody, as long as it’s funny.
My girlfriend is French and thinks English speakers use “love” too liberally. We say stuff like “I love pizza” and “I love your new handbag”, which when said by a woman, actually means, “You b*tch, I was saving up for that!”
I think love is selfless and giving. It is an innate human emotion that we can survive—but never truly live—without. Being in love on the other hand, is a mental disorder where you’re subsumed by another individual, whose wellbeing you place above your own and whose every whim becomes your obligation. If you’re in love, please seek professional help.
I’m a Gemini. I don’t stick around long enough for a rut to happen. When it gets boring I leave.
You only know something when it’s your time to know it.
I get really anxious in small confined spaces. If an elevator stops, I feel like my heart will explode. Flying is a nightmare for me, particularly on those sardine can budget airlines.
I only ever live in a house, with a back door and my feet touching the earth. I couldn’t stand being cooped up in a box stacked on boxes adjoining yet more boxes, even if there is a gym and a pool.
My favorite spot for having fun is my bedroom and sometimes the dining table when my flatmate is out.
