Men’s Health: Man2Man: Fear & Loving

Mens HealthOriginally published in Men’s Health (May 2007)

You know how as kids, we were indoctrinated at a young age about how truth and honesty trump untruth and dishonesty? I was such a believer I decided to put that into practice when I was about five. And who else to demonstrate that new found knowledge to than Mummy.

We were dining in a coffee house (that was what cafes were known as in the 1970s) and because I was the clumsiest kid around, knocked over the sugar dispenser and spilled sugar all over the table.

Only thing was that my mother had turned away to get the waitress’ attention when it happened. And so, a moral dilemma presented itself, and just as quickly, what was learnt at kindergarten that very week suddenly sprang to my young mind and it was clear that I would tell THE TRUTH when the time came for THE TRUTH to out itself, or for untruth to push THE TRUTH off the stage after THE TRUTH had outed itself!

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Great Singapore Sale II: Going Green

ST - GSS - 070607bOriginally published in The Straits Times “Great Singapore Sale II” supplement, Thursday, June 7, 2007

The Great Singapore Sale (GSS) is upon us again, and this year, I’m trying a positive attitude. (As opposed to sulking while the wife soldiers on through the throngs).

For me, a positive attitude includes ‘going green’ – and I don’t mean what your face looks like when you finally get your credit card bills.

Global warming is real, and if we’re going to do anything about climate change, I reckon the Great Singapore Sale is one event where you can put environmentally friendly habits into practice.

I know it’s a little hard to balance what are apparent opposite principles and ‘buying only what you need, and not what you want’ might dent the success of the GSS, but there are some things we can do to be environmentally conscious while shopping till we’re unconscious.

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Go the Wobblies

I don’t normally blog about sport. But I love rugby and no matter how many times they’ve had defeat snatched from the jaws of victory, I still barrack for them, cos they’s so lovable, thems Wallabies.

And tonight, they beat, no, make that beat and kept a clean slate, of the Principality of Wales, 31 to Donut!

The first time the dragons has had to make do with a donut in 99 years of Test match rugby. The world cup’s coming and things are looking up!

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The Sea-Monkey Diaries, Part Six


Our colony is doing well, with the little creatures being swimming in vertical circles, even darting this way and that. And all we have to do is feed them a tiny spoonful of sachet 3 once every two days.

So, that having been taken care of, I’ve been taking a bit of time to exercise, going for 4km runs once every couple of days. And when I’m not able to manage a trot – the joints being a bit dodgy and all, I’ve walked. And I keep wondering why I forget how nice it is to take a walk in spite of the heat and humidity.

And then I remember what I’ve told myself many many times before. You can either complain about the weather or you can marvel at how a drop of rain feels on the back of your hand. Or in this case, how perspiration beads on your skin the moment you leave your apartment.

Then there are the cats of Chip Bee Gardens. They assemble on the pavements outside their homes and stare across the street at each other, meowing their greetings, and waiting for the right moment to caterwaul and congregate, because the time is right. Or something. You never know with these cats. But cute, lah. Or when it’s just rained, and the ground is damp, and the smell of rain and rotting leaves rise from the asphalt, mingle with that of doggie and cat poo and assault your nose, making you run / trot a little bit quicker.

Then you get to the shops, buy what you’re supposed to buy, lug the plastic bags back to where you came from, turn on the air-con as high as she’ll go, take off your shirt in the kitchen and start making dinner, cursing that you’ve forgotten the garlic, even though you wrote it down in your list.