But Singapore Doesn’t Have A Mouth

With the impeccable logic of a three year old, Kai questioned me over my explanation of National Day. I had said that National Day was Singapore’s birthday, and so everyone in Singapore got to celebrate.

He said, “Papa, but Singapore doesn’t have a mouth”.

Took a while before I said, “But everyone in Singapore has, so we all get to eat cake, if that’s what you’re trying to get at”.

It was. Then he made me buy two plastic Singapore flags from Prologue so we could both become what I used to laugh at – a flag waving patriot.

For All Singaporean Taxi Drivers: A Special Warning

Chris Reed, who has “25 years of senior marketing experience on both the client and agency side in the UK and now in Asia Pacific” published a badly written rant about our country’s taxi drivers and tried to disguise it as an opinion piece on the website Singapore Business Review.

Everyone is entitled to an opinion, but there is no need to be such a douchebag – check out his condescending responses to comments – and wank over everyone.

In support of our taxi drivers against such douchebaggism, some friends have made this animated gif for you to pass on to taxi drivers you meet today (or have their contact details handy). Please pass it on.

My Sec One Classmates

From my Secondary One class (1982): I’m kinda known as a writer of nonsense, my classmate Chuan-Jin is now Senior Minister of State for National Development and Acting Manpower Minister, and one other classmate became known as VR Man.

I guess you could say we took home different lessons from our teachers.

A Zaobao article featuring mrbrown and me, way back in 2005. We’re still figuring out the translation.
Then Colonel Tan Chuan-Jin (L) in Jan 2005, leading rescue operations in post-tsunami Aceh province, Indonesia.
VR-Man figuring out clues, circa 1998.

Fungal Infusions

Once I found out I was suffering from hypertension, I wasted no time and went to Funan to buy a blood pressure monitor dock that works with iOS. Mais well, right?

So it turns out that without hypertension medication (I’m only on two types of statins), my BP has come down from 157/90 to 129/90. I’d like to think my diet has something to do with it, but my mother-in-law will attest that it is her insistence that I drink this yucky infusion of black fungus and goji berries, boiled and chopped into bits that stick to your teeth, every morning, that has something to do with it.

Anyone else has other BP-lowering foods your families swear by?