I hate junk mail, and not the electronic kind. I get tons of paper jammed into our mailbox downstairs, and it really really irks me to see that companies keep thinking it’s the best way to get word out about their products and services.
Well it’s not, and you’re not getting my business, pizza hut, canadian241 and KFC and various other real estate agents!
So it was with some glee that I found in our letterbox yesterday a junk mail from St Joseph’s Institution’s Green Club.
I was going to be all cynical and blog about how ungreen their Green Club could be – putting dead tree junk mail into people’s mailboxes and hoping the recipients won’t just chuck it without reading it.
But seeing as I was going to blog about it, I read it, and found that, okay, it was for a good cause – SJI’s Green Club is collecting used and unused spectacles for people who are too poor to get glasses themselves. It’s called the Gift of Sight Project.
So, you’re forgiven, SJI Green Club!
For more information, or if you have eyeglasses you want to give away – email Mr Tan Too Yong firstname.lastname@example.org or Ms Gina Tan email@example.com
According to the ST report, a Saint Andrew’s School player punched an ACS (I) player after the final whistle had gone, sparking a melée at the Police Academy (wah, daring ah?) field that involved several dozen schoolboys and teachers.
Thugs, these SAS boys! What on earth were they thinking? But the ACS boys probably provoked their opponents with a bit of smart mouthed sledging. Things like, “Hey, look at the scoreboard. Oh wow, you lost. Geez. Sorry”.
Cos it was like that when I played, and we had players from opposing teams call up their versions of the dreaded Sar Lak Kau, who’d be waiting for us at the bus-stop after the game, to beat us up, only to be sledged again before the cops arrived.
But anyhow, congratulations, boys, for putting school rugby back on the front page! Don’t matter if ACS or SAS won. School sports was the winner on the day!
It’s been a rough week since Kai’s birthday – with both Naomi and I under the weather with bouts of food poisoning, flu, and in Naomi’s case, a crook back that is a bit worrying, especially considering she’s had her spine surgerised before.
And of course, a one-year old never lets up.
Kai isn’t quite walking yet, but he’s learned to: pick his nose; climb the side of the playpen; point at objects (mostly food) he wants; drink (more like gulp) from a cup; drink cow’s milk; eat ramen; eat la mian; make a new noise-word every day (like Rararararara – even though he hasn’t heard any Lady Gaga); and more importantly, hug his Papa tightly every morning once he’s been picked up from his cot.
And so, our son turned one on Sunday, accompanied by the aunties and uncles who love him and have showered him with so much affection this past year.
Naomi fixed up most of the decorations for the little tea-party, as well as most of the desserts, while we’re thankful we have a chef among our friends that whipped up the hot food. We’re exhausted but happy, and so is Kai.