I'm in love! And it's the real deal. I haven't felt this way since my massive crush on an absolutely fabulous Nigerian gentleman...
There's a sudden spurt of visitors to my blog, and they're all from Malaysia. I'm curious as hell about this (I'm also curio...
Sometimes, the more you know about someone else, the less you want to reveal about yourself. If the world's a stage and we are all merel...
Sipping on a hot cappuccino at one of my favourite coffee shops this afternoon, with the rain plopping gently outside, I learned the followi...
Grandpa, circa 1945 Grandpa on the left, blessing Dad on his wedding day - November 26, 1968 Dad and my Granny, 26/11/1968 Wedding Party, 26...
Here is Part Three of my Grandpa series. (In case you've missed the earlier two, here are Part One and Part Two ) Sometime in 1953, Gr...
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Baby come back, any kind of fool could see There was something in everything about you Baby come back, you can blame it all on me I was wron...
First off, thanks to everyone who left comments on Dad's post. Blogging is a new and exciting world to him and he is enjoying every minu...
My parents are visting me and I showed Dad the blog posts I did about Grandpa ( Here and here ). He is very intrigued by this whole "b...
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