The Official Website of Laremy Lee (李庭辉)
Was at Goodman Arts Centre the other day when I saw this:
Winced; felt an immediate twinge when I snapped the shot.
And though it didn’t go viral, judging from the substantial number of Likes and Shares on Facebook, many others felt the same.
Context here, for the young’uns.
Also read Baey Yam Keng’s recent parliamentary question about the demolition of the old National Library.
My column in this month’s issue of Her World is out!
Ladies, Do the Cheque Dance!
Should men pay on the first date? Should women offer to pay their share? LAREMY LEE offers a suggestion to this age-old conundrum.
I started dating again after ending a long-term relationship last year. After five months out of the game, I quickly found I had to relearn many of its rules. The first – who pays on the first date?
On hindsight, I should’ve asked around first. Unfortunately, I’m prone to adopting a ‘just do, don’t think so much’ mentality, which often leaves me in situations where I have to learn from experience.
First Date #01: Dinner with M.
The conversation flowed smoothly; M and I had quite a bit in common in terms of career decisions and personal interests.
Going well, I thought. Definitely want to see her again.
When the bill arrived, I was all set to pay. But M threw a spanner in the works, saying, “Hey, I don’t have cash – let me pay by card.”
Before my brain could process what was happening, my mouth blurted out, “Er, OK?” M gave me a squinty, sideways glance and primly placed her piece of plastic in the bill folder.
Five seconds later, it hit me like a Ferrari running a red light at Rochor Road: Oh my gosh! I wasn’t supposed to let her pay!
To read the rest of the article, get a copy of the May 2013 issue of Her World from newsstands today!
My first column in Esquire Singapore!
Confronting Non-Confrontation in Singapore
Singaporeans bitch too much. Or so the saying I’m loosely paraphrasing goes.
Case in point: how often do you see updates like this from your Singaporean friends on your social media networks?
“Get your daughter’s head out of my vagina, bitch.”
(Context: It was a crowded bus; the mother was seated and holding her baby girl in her arms. Unbeknownst to the mother, her baby’s head was pressing against someone else’s crotch.)
“Just boarded an empty train when a lady pushed me from behind and let out a loud ‘TSK’. So impatient for what? Bitch, right!”
Indeed. And that’s one of the reasons why I term such posts “bitch-rants”.
But before the feminists get on my case, let me further clarify that:
- The epithet “bitch” is usually – but not always – bandied about in a bitch-rant, because the rants are about bitchy people, regardless of gender; and
- The people ranting do so in order to bitch i.e. to get something off their chests.
Bitch-rants are so common nowadays that when I wake up and I don’t see any bitch-rants in my social networks, I actually start worrying and searching for one…
I can’t post the full text because of copyright reasons so please get a copy of the February issue of Esquire Singapore from newsstands today!