We’ve Got Work-Life Balance All Wrong

You may have caught me on TV fumbling for the first half hour of the panel discussion on work-life balance on Talking Point a couple weeks ago. If you did, I apologise for fumbling for the first half hour. If you haven’t, it’s here: Again, sorry. But the Blogfather had his reprieve when a caller … Continue reading We’ve Got Work-Life Balance All Wrong

Making the Blogfather: Turning Point

2 years ago, yesterday. It was a Friday. “Can I speak with you, downstairs?” I said to my editor. She looked up at me as I stood next to her. “Uh, sure. Could you give me about half an hour while I clear out my morning routine?” “Of course, take your time. I’ll be waiting at the coffeeshop … Continue reading Making the Blogfather: Turning Point

A Day in the Life of a Working Active Father

At the end of every work day, when I decide to leave at 6pm sharp, I do so knowing I leave a trail of talk behind my back. To some, my leaving on the dot is an inconsiderate act, a disruption of work processes, a disregard for timeliness, even disrespect. This mindset exists not just in my own workplace, but in many organisations around Singapore, if not the world, wherever there exists such things as an “office” or a “work culture”.

Your Job – The Ultimate Contraceptive

I sat on the “National Conversation” for quite a while without commenting, particularly when it came to our terrible fertility rate. I know a number of fellow blogfathers who have jumped in on the discussion already (namely, Sengkang Babies, J Babies’ Dad and Daddy Nivlek); I was also knee-deep in covering the opinion of various … Continue reading Your Job – The Ultimate Contraceptive

Chuck Your Home Computer. I Dare You.

I received a new laptop yesterday. Prior to that, I haven’t had a working computer at home for almost 2 years. I raise eyebrows every time I tell people I don’t have a computer at home. They’d ask, “How do you blog?” “My iPhone”, I answer. In fact, I’m doing it right now (WordPress just … Continue reading Chuck Your Home Computer. I Dare You.

Chasing Dreams

It took a simple couple of sentences from your mother, repeated about 2-3 times over the course of the last 3 years (since you were born, actually) to make me get off my arse and find out exactly what was causing this rut that I had been in. She said to me, “I would rather you be well-fed and happy than hungry and angry. When you’re happy, Xan and I are happy; that is the simple truth.”