Friday was one of those feel-good days you don’t forget. Ted, Kai, and the rest of their football team were invited to a special coaching clinic with Home United , a pro S-League team here in Singapore! The kids got a taste of the big leagues — learning cool passing, dribbling, and juggling tricks from actual coaches. At first, Kai struggled to settle in (new places can be tricky), but soon he found his rhythm and had a blast. Football is amazing like that — it gives structure, builds confidence, and helps kids connect in ways words sometimes can’t. Ted was showing off some skills too… until the ball decided to high-five his face! 🥴 He wasn’t too thrilled after that — but then came the surprise of the day. When we got to the stadium, Ted was one of 22 lucky kids chosen to walk the players onto the pitch! His whole mood changed in a heartbeat. He was so proud, grinning from ear to ear, even saluting the players and waving at the crowd like a little pro! 🇸🇬🎉 Moments like th...

  This past weekend was a reminder of all the things I love about living in Singapore. It was relaxing, fun, and, as always, expensive — nothing comes cheap here. Still, after a bit of haggling (as the Japanese say, “price down” ), we managed to knock a bit off the bills. We started with a visit to our local strip mall at Woodgrove. Lunch was at our go-to spot — the upmarket version of a hawker centre, what used to be the Aussie Café. I had a chicken burger, and Hiroko had a pork chop. Not too pricey since we shared with the kids. Unfortunately, Kai had a bout of pink eye and we had to visit the doctor. Alongside some antibiotics, we also got his form signed for a special needs school we’re hoping he can attend. All in, not too bad — $35. Then came the kicker: the doctor said Kai needs glasses. So, we headed downstairs to check his eyes. Turns out, he definitely needs glasses — the quoted price was $600, but we got it down to $300. Still steep, especially for a child who’ll outg...

  Today I read a blog by Chris Reed. His bold statement caught my attention: “Singapore has the world’s worst taxi drivers.” He made it clear — this wasn’t a question or an opinion. It was a declaration. And honestly? I agree with him wholeheartedly. Let me preface this by saying: I love many things about Singapore — the food, the efficiency, the safety, the multiculturalism. But taxis? They're not on the list. Yes, I've had some brilliant drivers. But some is the key word. Out of roughly 100 taxi rides, about 10 have been excellent. The rest? Rude, abusive, racist, or rip-offs. You might ask, “Why still take taxis then?” Simple — there's no choice. After 10:45 PM, the MRT shuts down. There’s no night bus network. Your only option home? A taxi — assuming you can even get one. If it’s raining, forget it. Let me share a few stories that shook me to my core. If I weren’t a professional, I might’ve ended up in jail. 1. Abuse Toward My Son One evening, my wife, my son...