Losing my religion

"The lengths that I will go to/The distance in your eyes"

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In the song, Michael Stipe sings the lines “That’s me in the corner/That’s me in the spotlight/Losing my religion”. The phrase “losing my religion” is an expression from the southern region of the United States that means losing one’s temper or civility, or “being at the end of one’s rope.” Stipe told The New York Times the song was about romantic expression. He told Q that “Losing My Religion” is about “someone who pines for someone else. It’s unrequited love, what have you.”

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It’s getting quite troublesome to own and maintain a scooter.

The breakdowns are getting more frequent; the roads are getting more dangerous; and to top it off, it’s becoming harder to get spare parts when I need to replace stuff.

I had to travel all the way down to Bukit Batok today to order a front tyre – a front tyre – for Pooters. I have to go back again on Fri to get it fixed on.

Mind you, this is in the context of having failed an annual roadworthiness inspection – Pooters’s first failure – because the front tyre was worn out (unbeknownst to me), and having to return for another inspection after replacing the tyre.

In Singapore, the Certificate of Entitlement (COE) policy effectively endow your vehicles with 10-year lifespans.

Most people sell sell/change their vehicles when their COEs expire, because it’s the most cost-effective thing to do.

COEs can be renewed – at a price pegged to prevailing rates.

That may not be the most sensible thing to do if you look at the numbers alone; the price of a renewed COE may be more than what the machine itself is worth.

This Monday will mark Pooters’s ninth year of existence. It has one more year to go before circumstances dictate whether I hang on to it – or I send it to the knackery.

I’m leaning toward the latter because, frankly, I’m losing my religion.

On one hand, having your own personal transport in Singapore – regardless of how many wheels it has – really makes you more mobile: a boon in a country with a ‘developing’ (for want of a better word) transport network.

On the other hand, what exactly am I conserving when I hang on to Pooters? Memories? Experiences? An out-of-production scooter?

But at what cost? Shouldn’t I save all the trouble and hassle – the lengths I have to go to – by getting a new scooter?

Should I even get a new scooter at all?

I’m still trying to figure that out.

Her World: Dear, Can I Go Out With The Guys?

Dear, Can I Go Out With The Guys?

My first column in Her World!

Dear, Can I Go Out With The Guys?
Why should men ask for permission to have a boys’ night out? LAREMY LEE learns the answer – along with why guys need alibis.

Recently, two trends have emerged in my life:

  • More and more of my engaged or married guy friends need to ask their fiancées or spouses for permission to hang out.
  • More and more of said guy friends use me as their “alibi” when getting said permission.

No, it’s not as bad as it sounds. Let me explain…

I can’t post the full text because of copyright reasons so please get a copy of the February issue of Her World from newsstands today!


I was at the M1 Shop at 313 Somerset last week to repair my cracked iPhone 5 screen.

For the record, the phone isn’t actually repaired – you have to pay $350 for your phone to be exchanged with what seems to be a new iPhone 5, although I suspect it’s a refurbished set (somehow).

Anyway, I encountered another “gurrrl” moment while I was waiting in the queue.

(Unfortunately, I can’t find the post that explains what a “gurrrl” moment means.

Suffice to say, it refers to a moment when someone says something that is so… innocently naive? That all you can do is to just stare at the person helplessly and say, “Gurrrl…”)

There were two people in front of me in the queue – a girl and a guy.

I had the impression they were the Singaporean equivalent of trust-fund kids: pampered young adults who don’t need to worry about work and money because they live off their parents’ wealth.

Also, they were hanging around the M1 Shop early in the day, and it is my fervent belief that there can only be so many unemployed self-employed people in Singapore.

Employment rates aside, this is what I overheard her telling him the moment I entered the queue:

“I know he loves me – and it’s not for my money.

“…he’s a famous photographer in Guangzhou but he can’t get any work because his charges are too high.

“…I’ve been using my own money – not even my mother’s money to support him. Every time I go over I leave S$2000 in his drawer.

“And I bought him an Armani watch… And I was planning on buying him a MacBook.”

When I heard that, I was like, “Gurrrl…”.

I didn’t say this out loud though. On hindsight, I should have – maybe she might’ve fallen in love with me and even bought me a new iPhone. And a MacBook.