I sat barefoot, cross-legged on an old worn-out carpet, surrounded by dusty bric a brac, transfixed by the pink mohawk man on TV. — SAB for Bobblehaus For me, being a kid in Singapore meant studying hard, doing well in school, and making my parents happy. Days were spent in classrooms with thirty other black-haired heads buried in books, or under the tropical sun playing freeze tag until the bell rang (and always too…