These three words
So our son wakes me up at 3am last night, asking to do potty. Not only that, he asks to be carried to the bathroom because “I don’t want to walk, you have to carry me, Papa”. Then, while doing his “standing potty”, he makes conversation. Mostly about how the water cistern in our bathroom […]
The day we lost half an hour
My first entry into the Singapore Memory site: The year we followed West Malaysia into GMT +8:00 was the year I started secondary school. We had until then been happily existing at GMT +7:30 when the government of Malaysia suddenly decided it would be a really good idea if both West and East Malaysia shared […]
The bicycle kick that could
I was asking mrbrown yesterday why a bicycle kick in football is called a bicycle kick. It doesn’t resemble a bicycle, and when the kicker executes it, even if correctly, it doesn’t look like he/she is riding a bicycle, unless you count riding a bicycle upside down and about to fall off and hurt yourself. […]
From the White Horse’s mouth
I was enlisted in December 1988, just as the Army was changing their combat helmets from heavy steel to high tech Dupont Kevlar, and apart from my dog tags that said I was allergic to penicillin and triple antigen vaccines, my medical docket had this mysterious ink stamp that simply said, “W.H.” Read more at […]
Who scared who?
That used to be the catch cry among some of my mates at uni. You could call it the Singlish version of “Who Dares Wins”, only it meant daring each other to do really stupid things, like going up to a guy with a ponytail in a club and yanking it and running away. (Bonus […]