Air Head

I know that the Singapore Airshow is old news but I have been meaning to load this up for a while now. I have been offline for a while and you can't expect me to blog at work, do you?

Went to the Airshow with Farmboy and as usual, when we get together, its all hoots and sexual innuendos. Yes, that boy needs to be laid soon. Make that immediate. Who knows that a family affair like the Airshow can be so (s)exciting?


~SeamonkeY~

On The Job

First week into the new job and I have already

* developed a love-hate relationship with my new mac

* rescued two day-old kittens from the rooftop

* bribed the chefs with teh and kopi

Looks like its off to a rousing start. Oh yeah, the music rocks too. 

~SeamonkeY~

Nibble my feet Spa Fish!

Nestled in the greens of Sungai Tengah, the Fish Spa in Qian Hu has (unknown to me) been attracting screaming crowds. We just became one of them. Hmmm..more like KP.

The little spa fishes nibble your dead skin. They are known as Spa Fish or Doctor fish, from the carp family. KP's 30 over years of Dead Skin was indeed a "charging moment" for the fishes. Big and small, they charged and nibbled away at Kp's accumulated dead skin, obviously sending that poor chap squirming and laughing away with each ticklish moment.

Great fun to see the fishes going in between the leg hair to find a spot to nibble. They are like eagles, no prey escape their eyes. This time, no dead skin escapes their formidable nibble!

G'eed to send you laughing non stop with the tickle (if you are one of those who cant stand ticklish-ness). By far, Qian Hu offers the cheapest. $ 10 for 30 mins but they dont keep track. We fed ourselves to the fishes for a good one hour. Seamonkey highlighted we could keep the towels and slippers. Is that a compensation from Mr Qian Hu - "Thanks for feeding my fishes, pai seh hor, please take the china made slippers and towels as a token of my appreciation"


Fish Spa, Qian Hu Fish Farm
71 Jalan Lekar, Agrotechnology Park,
tel: 6766-7087

After wandering through the fishy surrounds of this farm in Lim Chu Kang, try out its fish spa in a big communal pool ($10 for 30 minutes, with slippers and towels which you are free to take home)

~6th Sense (the occassional pedicure means, business is just so-so at my side of the communal pool)

Uncle AWOL

There are three things I like Chinatown for - cheap toiletries, even cheaper CDs and fishballs.

So to my dismay, I reacently discovered that my favourite CD shop in Chinatown changed hands. Its a tiny shop at Pearl's Centre (the one smack right outside Outram MRT) nestled in between Giordano and my other favourite - the fishball stall.

Instead of the always cheery, middle-aged uncle I find sitting behind shaky stacks of CDs, a surly looking girl took his usual spot instead. Ever optimistic, I asked the girl
"Do you have the new Jack Johnson album?"
"Jack Johnson?" blank look. "Ask him, ask him." she pointed to another sales assistant.
"Where is the regular uncle?"
"I dunno. Ask him, ask him"

"Oh Jack Johnson, there you go..." he said, passing me Jack's Curious George soundtrack from ions back.
"Do you have his latest?"
"He came out with a new one?"

Disappointed. "Do you have The Roots?"
"Erm, you look under R."

I searched and gave up...
"Where is the regular uncle?"
"I dunno. They didn't say."

First of all, Uncle knows where all his CDs are kept in that strange non-alphabetised, organised chaos manner. No one has to search for CDs because he knows exactly where to dig them out from. This is the man who gently chided me when I asked for POD (for the record, I was asking on a friend's behalf) "Pod? Pod? Oh you mean Payable On Death. P.O.D ah?" he said then. This is the man who knew the difference between Ryan Adams and the other Adams. This is the man who generously passes out his business cards and says "Next time, call before you come so we can check the stocks for you."

Uncle will never ask me to look under R.

~SeamonkeY~