Singapore-themed Tipsy Trivia!

I’m organising this with a bunch of friends so please join us – we appreciate the support!

Alternatively, come down to grab a beer or two (or three or four), or leave some money in the donation box; it’ll go a long way in helping save The Pigeonhole.

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Singapore-themed Tipsy Trivia

Not everyone bothers about the important things, like how long a pig’s orgasm is, or the National Day Parade themes from 1965 till today.

But if matters like these are everyday knowledge for you and your friends, then join us at The Pigeonhole on Thu, 27 Dec 2012 at 7.30pm for a night of Singapore-themed Tipsy Trivia!

It’s the only pub quiz in town with a Singaporean theme, in which each category has six Singapore-themed questions and four international-themed questions.

For $5 per player, your team of six players gets to flex your brains over six rounds of trivia.

What’s more, the winning team stands a chance of bringing home a bottle of beer per player along with 60% of the pot for the evening!

You’ll also be joining the quiz for a good cause – as The Pigeonhole needs to raise $15,000 to carry on operations, we’ll be donating 40% of the pot to keep The Pigeonhole alive!

So do join us – because, really: how much more fun can you get up to on Duxton Road on a Thursday night?

Singapore-themed Tipsy Trivia!
(Event Listing on Facebook)
#SGTipsyTrivia

Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2012
Time: 7.30pm
Venue: The Pigeonhole
Price: $5 per player (max. of six players per team)

Top Prize: One bottle of beer per player + 60% of evening’s pot
Remainder i.e. 40% of pot goes to saving The Pigeonhole.

Email us at eisenteo [at] gmail [dot] com to reserve a table for your team. There are limited spots so reserve your table now!

A noble profession

While at the dentist on Wednesday (different dentist from the one I saw on Tuesday), the dentist struck up a conversation before taking a look at my teeth:

Dentist: So are you having your vacation now?
Me: Er… No, actually, I quit my job.
Dentist: What! Then I can’t treat you anymore.
Me: What! Why?
Dentist: Teaching is such a noble profession.
Me: Yar, but it’s tiring.
Dentist: Yar, actually, I’m quite tired too. Can I quit my job as well?
Me: Can – but only after we finish treatment.
Dentist: OK lah. So what are you doing now?
Me: I’m writing freelance.
Dentist: What are you writing? Novels?
Me: I make some ‘pocket money’ from journalistic-type articles but I’m focusing on creative work – poetry, plays, prose.
Dentist: Oh, OK – then I can treat you lah. You’re still educating the world.

FULL DISCLOSURE:

No nitrous oxide was involved in this conversation.

I also bought Dr Tung’s dental floss for my sister.

Dr Tung's Smart Floss

Privacy settings

Speaking in hushed tones

While at the dentist yesterday, the patient before me was speaking so loudly that the entire waiting room could hear what he was saying.

In other words: he needed to tweak his privacy settings.

What was he saying? These were some choice quotes from him:

  • “You all only work 5 days a week; I work 8 days!”
  • “I’m a divorcee!”
  • “So you’re doing this with your dad? (Dentist says dad passed away.) Oh I’m so sorry doc! (Dentist says dad passed away 16 years ago.) Oh I’m so sorry doc!”
  • “I’m 56 years old!”
  • “I like skateboarding… I’m a cowboy… I’m a rocker too.”

I thought it was hilarious so I posted this on Facebook.

In his defence (for whatever strange reason), my friends responded:

  • “Anaesthetics as truth serum.”
  • “Nervous lah – it’s the tension that’s making him talk!”
  • “It’s probably the nitrous oxide. You should try it sometime.”

I still felt he was talking too much without filtering what he was saying, though.

Not long after, I received this text message from my sister:

“Eh you’re at the dentist? Can help me buy Dr Tung’s Dental Floss, please?”

-_-

I think I need to tweak my privacy settings.

P.S. I posted my sister’s message – along with my opinion about my own privacy settings – on Facebook.

My sister hasn’t scolded me yet about posting up her orthodontic habits online for all and sundry, but if she does, I’ll blame it on the tension and the nitrous oxide.