Reflections of parents of not-so-young-kids-anymore
There are little observations I’ve made too throughout my 9 day stay. Service standards are incredible. I never met a single customer service person who failed to display the highest levels of courtesy, whether that person is a taxi driver
Matt and I were having an MSN chat the other day while I was still in Kumamoto, and one part of it went like this: Matt: “It is a shame you won’t get to see Nagasaki, though.” Me: “Yeah. But
Ling was asking the other night why a series of photos I took over the weekend at home haven’t been put up on our blog here nor the Flickr album we’ve got. Answer: I’ve been sitting on them! Half of
One of the weirdest letters to have been published in The Straits Times in recent memory was in last Tuesday’s paper. Here’s what it read (source here): July 14, 2009 Horrified by many profanities in matinee show on NS life
I typically steer clear of controversial topics on this blog. Over the 18 years I’ve been online now, making my opinion on a sensitive subject known in the public sphere has never led to anything good. On this occasion though,
Taking a break from music posts and returning to an thread where I was writing about lessons in life.:) A groupie in our small group Salmon Run once remarked that the greatest threat to the Holy Spirit is our (human)
We usually close of our bible study with prayer requests. And recently Ann jokingly remarked that I don’t seem to have many requests.:) There’s a long-winded explanation for that. I don’t have many specific requests because putting aside all my
We never stop learning. My firmest beliefs in one matter or another comes from lessons in life imparted by people, events and literature who’ve made a big impression on me through the years. So, here’s a new series of posts
It has been a trying period for us after my gynae informed me that my test results showed that our baby may have chromosomal abnormality, especially Down Syndrome. At my age, the average probability of conceiving a baby with Down
The most dreaded instrument at our home decades ago was the bamboo cane. I have to hand it to our mum. She was a suffer-no-fools, take-no-prisoners person when it came to ill discipline or bad grades. One thing I always
My Christmas post! One of the two discussion books our small group has been studying this year is on family. And as these discussions go, a couple of times the issue of having children has come up a few times.
I saw a horrific image on the television today – a scared boy surrounded by soldiers, many of them equally nervous, pointing guns at him. This boy was wearing a coat, and underneath it, wrapped around him was 8 kilograms
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