Santa’s and such…
So yesterday I was indeed Santa Clause for a few hours at the skewl, "Merry Christmas"ing and "Ho Ho Ho"ing and such.
Carly ended up having to be my body guard for a while, because each time I tried to go from one classroom to the next, I would be viciously attacked and swarmed by 14,000,000 rabid children between the ages of 4 and 7... The bits about vicious and rabid, and 14,000,000 for that matter might be grossly overstated, however when a group of about 50-60 started chanting "SANTA CLAUSE! SANTA CLAUSE!" over and over, and quite literally did swarm me, I was beginning to wonder where exactly I had signed on the dotted line to be some sort of a cult leader 
For the record, it is unbelievably hot when you're decked out in a tshirt, pillow, second tshirt, wig, beard, santa touque, santa jacket, shorts, socks, running shoes, santa pants, santa booty covers, and santa mittens when it's 35 degrees celsius outside with 95% humidity.
At any rate, I had a lot of fun. Later yesterday evening, Carly and I went to a fundraiser event for a women's and children's hospital here in Singapore, which was a small gathering at the residence of the Canadian High Commissioner. What can you say to this place except, "Wow". Beautiful home, and a whole lot of excellent food (the pork was the bomb... Mmmm, pork. And the little mini-pumpkin-pie tarts.).
Right after we arrived our hostess (the wife of the High Commissioner, unfortunately I don't know her name) introduced herself and ensured we had some wine. Shortly after, a man I had never seen before came by introducing himself. He asked me what it was that brought me to Singapore, I told him Carly was a teacher at the Canadian School and I had been doing some freelance software development. I politely asked him what brought him to Singapore, to which he replied "Oh, I usually just laze around at the High Commission, mostly.". To which I wanted to reply by kicking myself in the teeth, because it was the High Commissioner himself. C'est la vie, if I'm not going to stick my foot in my mouth, who will?
Unfortunately, we don't have any more super cool pictures for you right now, so instead I'll show you my new chair that I got from IKEA the other day. It's pretty awesome, really adjustable and comfy, and I needed it badly after sitting in whatever piece of junk chair I had here before. Ten hours a day in a $29 chair is NOT recommended. Oh - it's worth noting here that when I went to check out chairs on Orchard Road, Herman Miller's Aeron Chairs (my dream chair, which I _WILL_ own one day) cost around $2000. And that was the cheapest chair I could find. They had some other ergo-craziness that were topping out at $6000. A little beyond what I wanted to spend.
