So says my pla­toon mate Dil­bert Chua, 433rd Bat­tal­ion Sin­ga­pore Armoured Reg­i­ment Bravo Tac­ti­cal Team Seven Sec­tion One Sec­ond Light Anti-Tank Weapon Gun­ner and journalist.

He makes that sweep­ing state­ment while we clean our new SAR21 rifle after a day at the fir­ing range, and after receiv­ing a phone call from his girl­friend, who has […]

Today, I man­aged to see other peo­ple apart from my fam­ily, by vis­it­ing my pla­toon mate’s new flat in a new hous­ing estate called Buangkok. I went only because I was curi­ous to see what Buangkok looked like. It is very far. You can see Johor from the upper floors. It was a very nicely […]

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 […]

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 […]

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.