Once I had a secret love

I am in love with Private Structure underwear. And it's not for the Mango Bulge 'feature', the 'countries of the world' motif or even the 'fashionable short leg piece design for that masculine image' - nope I love it because it fits well, it feels good and I'm not going to have to remove it on the plane tomorrow.

There's nothing worse than underwear that can't stand up to 24 hrs on a plane. The kind of underwear that's so desperate to escape it makes a break for the nearest crevice and refuses to give up until it's either joined your internal organs or been ripped from your body as you try to keep your balance in an airplane bathroom that smells of vomit and is suspiciously sticky to the touch.

So I'm a Private Structure guy. And proud of it.

Here's to knickers you can fly in

Haji Lane

Haji Lane
Originally uploaded by nuke_ad

Haji Lane in Singapore feels like Williamsburg, Brooklyn

If Williamsburg has had old shop houses to work with.

Miraculous what can happen in a short period of time.

Proper blog entry tomorrow... I promise

Dinner on the roof

geishas
Originally uploaded by thomask

So last night we had dinner on the roof of a newly cool bar - soaking in the skyline and the chilled Miami like atmosphere.

I like it here. Perhaps a little less than I remember liking it here. It's not quite as shiny. Not quite as easy. Not quite as glam. But the cool spots are cool and people are paying attention to design.

No "strip mall chic-free zones", no nasty lighting. Just sumptuous, gorgeous, beautiful spaces that act as shrines to care.

And that I like

Gym-nasty

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Originally uploaded by stevenjude

Why are there so many grunters in the gym?

I know that it's a place that attracts the vain and that many there crave nothing more than the spotlight, but really? Do you really want to be noticed for your 'Monica Seles being beaten by the secret police' impression.

And besides we're not thinking - 'no wonder he's such a fine specimen, what with all that hard work' - we're thinking 'God I hope he doesn't sound like that in bed' and concluding, with a sad shake of the head that you probably do.

Mind my fat mania is out of control. I noticed bruises on my sides today and couldn't work out what they were. Until I instinctive reached down to check on the 'love handles' and realized that the bruises exactly match the position of my fingers.

Obsessed? You betcha.

Ten years and cooler

Screening Room at Ann Siang Hill
Originally uploaded by Steel Wool

It's been 10 years since I first moved to Singapore.
10 years this week to be precise.

And man has it got cooler.

Spunk Alley (the only place for a same sex bunk up) is now less sticky underfoot as gay bars have opened

Flights to Thailand are less full as weekend parties take place on the beach

Young people no longer flaunt pocket protectors - instead looking like slightly chunkier versions of the Japanese

And the whole place just feels a little less uptight... hurrah for Singapore

Blagging a blogging

I'm in Tokyo... at the rather swank NW lounge
Blagged my way in so that I could let friends know that I'm delayed by an hour here
Hope they get the message as my phones baint working
Anyway short and sweet.... just like the staff here