The Singaporean culture phenomenon that is a Sarong Party Girl (or SPG) is nothing more than a Eurasian way to say punk-ass gold-diggers. I can only assume that because Singapore doesn’t have Jerry Springer or trailer parks that this was the only way they could describe it. Look – a ho is a ho, is a ho. Isn’t rap predominant enough for everyone to have understood that by now?

PURE YOGA
Went to hot yoga at the top of Takashimaya with my girl Shirley. This chain of new yoga studios beat out any new age mumbo jumbo joints in Los Angeles easy. For $25 Singapore a class, you get to do a variety of yoga classes at Pure Yoga in an ultra-modern skyrise. I assume they’ve got some foreign yoga-teacher exchange program because I got an American gal the first time and a very nice, but rigorous Austrailian dude that I just wanted to smack after he told me lean backwards a little more ten times in one pose. I happen to have bones that don’t bend at a 90º angle, so stop telling me to relax and breathe.

TOASTBOX



A food kiosk surrounding that ubiquitous perfect snack food, toast. It’s got a bit of an Asian flair to it, including spreads like Kaya (coconut jam) and pork floss with or without cheese (mmm, cheese!). If anyone knows how to hack into Pierre’s savings account and create a “worm” like they did in the movie Hackers, give me a call and you can be my partner in the first Toastbox to hit America!

EVERYTHING ELSE IN SINGAPORE THE SAME
The utopian, law-abiding city state of Singapore remains the same, only the shopping blueprint of Orchard Road is slightly different. There are now two GAPs instead of one (employees wore these excellent “gap Singapore” in the old gap font-face, so wanted to get my hands on one) and there is a new Muji in Paragon. It was more interesting to hang out with my cousin, Ian, than to go shopping all day, which is at it should be during the holiday season.