Regular programming will return

Naomi and I have been more than a little under the weather, and it’s been tough even updating blogs and tweets regularly.

Nothing seems to be happening except for us trying to pick ourselves off the floor and meeting our various obligations, many of which involve Kai of course. He’s got a busier social life than we do.

But cute lah, he. Every morning, he makes me laugh out loud with something new he’s learned. Like wriggling out of his high chair and squatting on his tray table while my back is turned.

We have a stunt man in the house.

Kai turning on the charm at an audition

Junk mail with a cause

SJI Junk Mail

I hate junk mail, and not the electronic kind. I get tons of paper jammed into our mailbox downstairs, and it really really irks me to see that companies keep thinking it’s the best way to get word out about their products and services.

Well it’s not, and you’re not getting my business, pizza hut, canadian241 and KFC and various other real estate agents!

So it was with some glee that I found in our letterbox yesterday a junk mail from St Joseph’s Institution’s Green Club.

I was going to be all cynical and blog about how ungreen their Green Club could be – putting dead tree junk mail into people’s mailboxes and hoping the recipients won’t just chuck it without reading it.

But seeing as I was going to blog about it, I read it, and found that, okay, it was for a good cause – SJI’s Green Club is collecting used and unused spectacles for people who are too poor to get glasses themselves. It’s called the Gift of Sight Project.

So, you’re forgiven, SJI Green Club!

For more information, or if you have eyeglasses you want to give away – email Mr Tan Too Yong or Ms Gina Tan

Schools rugby back on the front page

So it seems the Great Padang Riot of 1984 has been matched by an incident of thuggery at the schools’ rugby final.

According to the ST report, a Saint Andrew’s School player punched an ACS (I) player after the final whistle had gone, sparking a melĂ©e at the Police Academy (wah, daring ah?) field that involved several dozen schoolboys and teachers.

Thugs, these SAS boys! What on earth were they thinking? But the ACS boys probably provoked their opponents with a bit of smart mouthed sledging. Things like, “Hey, look at the scoreboard. Oh wow, you lost. Geez. Sorry”.

Cos it was like that when I played, and we had players from opposing teams call up their versions of the dreaded Sar Lak Kau, who’d be waiting for us at the bus-stop after the game, to beat us up, only to be sledged again before the cops arrived.

But anyhow, congratulations, boys, for putting school rugby back on the front page! Don’t matter if ACS or SAS won. School sports was the winner on the day!

A year and a week

Not good toys when you're trying to have a quiet day

It’s been a rough week since Kai’s birthday – with both Naomi and I under the weather with bouts of food poisoning, flu, and in Naomi’s case, a crook back that is a bit worrying, especially considering she’s had her spine surgerised before.

And of course, a one-year old never lets up.

Kai isn’t quite walking yet, but he’s learned to: pick his nose; climb the side of the playpen; point at objects (mostly food) he wants; drink (more like gulp) from a cup; drink cow’s milk; eat ramen; eat la mian; make a new noise-word every day (like Rararararara – even though he hasn’t heard any Lady Gaga); and more importantly, hug his Papa tightly every morning once he’s been picked up from his cot.