Our own summit at The Art Space

“Daddy, can I go Orchard Road?” Pangzi suddenly asked. “No, we just went shopping,” I said. “Then can I go Sentosa?” he asked again. Something was not right. “Thought I said no more theme parks for you. Now what’s going on?” I snapped. “Daddy, I just want to see my hero the North Korea leader.” …

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Who keeps the angpow money?

“Daddy, what are we going to do with my angpow money?” Pangzi asked after collecting all the red packets from relatives and friends during Chinese New Year. “First of all, it’s my angpow money, not yours,” I corrected him. “FYI, I’m going to spend it at Johor Premium Outlets, but that’s none of your business.” …

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Bowling along Orchard Road on Pedestrian Night?

Blessed with great genes, Pangzi picks up certain sports pretty fast. His first attempt at bowling was during the inaugural Pedestrian Night, when he knocked down quite a number of people as he barged through Orchard Road. “Daddy, why no cars?” he asked when we first arrived, finding himself standing on tar. “Because this is …

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K+ gives new meaning to Orchard Road

Ion Art is great, but with K+, there’s a new kid in town to rival the incumbent for the attention of art buffs like Pangzi. Orchard Road suddenly has more to offer than just streets of shopping. “Art gallery again?” Pangzi protested. “This time we’re going Orchard Road, not just anywhere,” I said in defence. …

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When fever is Ion Sky high

It went up to 39.8 degree Celsius at one point. Nothing I did managed to bring the fever down. Pangzi had already drunk a whole bottle of expired paracetamol, and a trip in the middle of the night to KK didn’t help as well. As a last resort, I decided to bring him to the …

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Dreaming of riches at Ion Art

An email message from the school warned that Pangzi had to contribute a piece of artwork for an exhibition to celebrate Children’s Day. “Parents are encouraged to produce the artwork together with their children to foster closer bonding,” the principal signed off cheerfully. The hell I will. My idea of real bonding involves ropes and cuffs. …

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