Well it is sad, really, to have nothing to blog about. Time seems to move at a crawl when you're having holidays. Bad if you want to blog, but nonetheless the perfect excuse to sneak off to the Caribbean or Morocco or some exotic country for a bit of R&R. Me, I'm staying put in dear old Singapore.
Holidays are always a bore, aren't they? Especially if you have a month-long vacation with nothing but a small island country to spend it on. A trip to our northern neighbor doesn't sound half bad, except that 1. I haven't any idea where to go and 2. I don't know how to get there. So that rules out overseas jaunts then.
Mulling over it, I finally decided to get a good book or two to pass the time with. Which was how I ended up reading the very humorous, witty and pointed Jeremy Clarkson's The World According to Clarkson. For non-petrolheads, Jeremy's one of three presenters on the British motoring show Top Gear, on which he made his claim to fame. The other two presenters are Richard Hammond - whom you might have seen hosting Art Central's Brainiac on Tuesdays - and James May: a tousled-hair, placid, pedantic man who drives "at the slowest speed ever recorded by man", according to Hammond. Combined, those three have one of the best on-screen chemistries ever on any TV show.
I like Clarkson. In spite of his pointed, left-wing and very, very unhumble views, he is a man worthy of respect. He has the innate ability to look at things in the world and relate them to our everyday life, with a good dollop of typical British humor thrown in to keep the fun going. I have yet to meet someone else who can conjure up as many metaphors and similes as he can. Brilliant stuff indeed.
Ah all very well then, about Clarkson, but none of Kai Yi so I shall proceed to tell you more about him. First driving practical coming up (yay!), lots of books to keep him company (double yay!) and lots of activities lined up to keep him happy (triple yay!)
I wonder how Amy's getting on with her new Crumpler. She keeps complaining that it's enormous.
Holidays are always a bore, aren't they? Especially if you have a month-long vacation with nothing but a small island country to spend it on. A trip to our northern neighbor doesn't sound half bad, except that 1. I haven't any idea where to go and 2. I don't know how to get there. So that rules out overseas jaunts then.
Mulling over it, I finally decided to get a good book or two to pass the time with. Which was how I ended up reading the very humorous, witty and pointed Jeremy Clarkson's The World According to Clarkson. For non-petrolheads, Jeremy's one of three presenters on the British motoring show Top Gear, on which he made his claim to fame. The other two presenters are Richard Hammond - whom you might have seen hosting Art Central's Brainiac on Tuesdays - and James May: a tousled-hair, placid, pedantic man who drives "at the slowest speed ever recorded by man", according to Hammond. Combined, those three have one of the best on-screen chemistries ever on any TV show.
I like Clarkson. In spite of his pointed, left-wing and very, very unhumble views, he is a man worthy of respect. He has the innate ability to look at things in the world and relate them to our everyday life, with a good dollop of typical British humor thrown in to keep the fun going. I have yet to meet someone else who can conjure up as many metaphors and similes as he can. Brilliant stuff indeed.
Ah all very well then, about Clarkson, but none of Kai Yi so I shall proceed to tell you more about him. First driving practical coming up (yay!), lots of books to keep him company (double yay!) and lots of activities lined up to keep him happy (triple yay!)
I wonder how Amy's getting on with her new Crumpler. She keeps complaining that it's enormous.
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