Author: Mr Miyagi

  • Symptoms of fire

    Symptoms of fire Last week during ICT, we were treated to the usual round of lectures, done by instructors in an army of the 21st century – powerpoint slides, flash animations, the works. Lectures usually precede practical field training, and despite our sniggering, they usually help in our understanding of what we’re supposed to do…

  • A breakfast menu

    A breakfast menu Once upon a time, not too long ago, but long enough to feel sentimental about, I cooked up to three meals a day for the girlfriend. We lived off Anzac Parade, on Lenthall Street in Kensington. Just the two of us. In the summer, she had a job at the Hyatt Regency…

  • Absolute discomfort

    When we’re not sick, we forget the aches, the drowsiness, the struggle to have control over our faculties. I think I am talking about what it will be like in the next week during in-camp. No matter how much I prepare myself mentally for the training, it never seems adequate for the gradual shock of…

  • Men wish they were from Mars

    Men wish they were from Mars I wish B and I were in the same city. That way, I can track every woman he falls in love with, and see for myself how he gets himself into such strife, and nip the next crush in the bud before it becomes the next crash. I can…

  • Ai yo ai yo oh

    my nephew’s version of Old MacDonald’s Farm, which is stuck in my head: Old MacDonald had a farm, ai yo ai yo oh. Quack quack here, quack quack here, quack quack quack quack, bo woo woof, bo woo woof, Old MacDonald had a farm, ai yo ai yo oh.