Someday, people will want to compose epic ballads about
my life. When they finally get down to it, I figured a blog like this one would make good reference material.

Last week I found out while browsing through mrbrown.com (yes i know, srs internetz lag), about the existence of a chinese drama which aired awhile back and was deceptively titled, in english, 'Table of Glory'. Given the name, you'd think it'd been sponsored by a furniture mega-store. But when the many furniture design fetishists tuned in to the first episode to catch a glimpse of this consecrated timbered typification, they were sorely disappointed by the sight of a middle-aged man crouched over a table-tennis table in what appeared to be a high school table-tennis team uniform. Creepy.

To be fair to Mediacorp, the english titles of their productions are usually only a little less weird than the bite-sized, fried fish patties my maid cooked for dinner this evening.

And no, I don't think any salesperson at Harvey Norman, Courts, or IKEA would be capable of or even agree to sell you one. But don't give up hope just yet. You could always try e-mailing their production set manager.

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