Dear Xander, When I was 11, through peer influence, I developed a kleptomanic streak (that means I used to steal stuff, and it became a habit). I only stole one thing in particular, though: back in my day, the large Emporium Holdings (similar to modern-day Isetan or Metro) had a display stand carrying brightly coloured … Continue reading Honestly Speaking
My dad’s first day in Primary 6, he was chided for saying good morning instead of good afternoon (afternoon session; he was in morning session previously). He stood up to try and apologise, pulling his chair back to make space. The teacher thought he wanted to throw the chair at him, and demanded he sit … Continue reading To the Days of Being Wild: Happy Father’s Day
Sometimes we might forget you’re just a kid – you are just growing up so fast – and kids can do things that are stupid, brash, and unthinkable. Sometimes we forget that we were once kids, too. I can’t quite speak for your mum (you and I both know she’s always right, right?), but I know I’ve done stupid, brash and unthinkable things before.
Some of you may have heard about this on my Facebook page. I reproduced my post here, with a second part of the incident that I haven’t shared. Dear Xander, Daddy’s going to tell you a story. A blind lady is standing at a crowded bus stop in Clarke Quay. I walk up and ask … Continue reading Don’t Be Shy, Seriously
DO NOT give me a funeral wake – no prayers, no incense, no burning of offerings (if it turns out they have an economy where I’m going I’ll e-mail you and let you know). I want a funeral PARTY – with luck, I will have pre-arranged a booking for one night with a restaurant that has a good 8-course menu, a bar, a good collection of beer, liquor and soft drinks and allows us to put a casket with a dead person in it on their premises for one evening.
Mummy: I think you were too harsh on your last couple of blog posts. Me: Harsh? How? Mummy: For one, you were really harsh on Andre. Also, you sounded like you were asking Xan to give up. Dear Xander, Sometimes, even though a person means well, he or she will inadvertently overstep boundaries, or make … Continue reading Never Gonna Give You Up
I never became a doctor. My parents had a grand plan for all of us, which quite amazingly, was fulfilled 3/4s of the way. They had envisioned a brood of children who would grow up to work in top-level professions; my eldest sister became a lawyer, so we’d be in good hands if we ever … Continue reading My Parents’ 10 Unfulfilled Wishes
At some point in a new father’s life, one might come to the conclusion that newborn babies are in fact a Samsonian test of strength. Who would think a 4kg bundle of flesh and cuteness could wreak such havoc with his parents’ biological clock to the point where one barely knows what day of the … Continue reading Week 2: Blurry Days, Sleepless Nights
I’ve been reading through some other blogs on the topic of post-natal confinement, and it seems that while people are lauding over the joys of pregnancy, few people actually speak of the aftermath of giving birth. In fact, the most I’ve gotten about the subject prior to Xander’s birth were either a very sympathetic “Good luck, bro” or a very solemn “Welcome to parenthood. Try to stick with it.”
It really isn’t until you’re in the thick of it that you realise exactly why these responses sound the way they do. And even then, they don’t even begion to describe the ordeal you have to go through, regardless of whether you are the father or mother.