A Quiet Moment

Silence is a rare commodity in crazy Singapore. Ever so often, my eyes trick me into seeing oases in the shimmering shadows; my ears fool me with hushed whispers of the trees.



Day 95: letting go

2013, #makingeverydayworthwhile

let go.
we only have two hands each –
there’s only so much we can hold.

let go.
so you can have two hands again –
to find something new to grow.


A Story A Day

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For those of you wondering what’s this all about – no it’s not a new project I have.

Stories will all be kept confidential (unless you specifically say you would like for me to share it), and I would just like to know the people around me more.

Because even though I may not be able to help you, I can at least listen to you.

That’s all there is to it. The email is astoryaday@yahoo.com – and meanwhile I’m working on a story, long due. I hope to be able to share it with you soon.

day 94: yellowonderland

2013, #makingeverydayworthwhile

eat me.
to go down the rabbit hole.
into yellowonderland.

day 94

Hey Stupid!

I’m sure we’ve all felt like that at some point of our lives – Stupid. And the face of senior somebody will float into view, and go “I told you so”.



I’ve always been falling. Off things. Into things. With things. Out of things.

My gallery of bruises and scars – visible and invisible, old and new – profile my countless forays in the art of falling.

So when I was clambering onto the camel (Rita I’m told), tumbling off was also in equal opportunity.

I had one foot on, left arm clinging onto the harness, trying to loop my other leg over in the most graceful way possible. And Rita was grunting very insistently the whole time.


My Kindle Paperwhite

Sunday. I was late for church. It was five to eleven and my mum was at the door asking me to hurry up.

I rummaged through my bag, looking for my wallet and keys. It was a mess of shopping packages, big and small. A red lipstick. A random something that caught my eye. Some movie tickets. And then there was a black box. A black box.

I didn’t remember buying anything in a black box. So I took it out to have a closer look. On the top, in gloss was “Amazon”. Did I buy a book from Amazon lately? Since when did they come in such fancy packaging? I turned it to one side: Kindle Paperwhite. And then it hit me.

Oh my god. I sat on my bed, stunned. Holding the box. Eyes wide open. Mouth open. And then I started laughing. Mad happy laughing. Surprised amazed laughing.

My mum looked round the door and saw me sitting there, frozen with a ecstatic grin, holding something black in my hand. She raised her brows, like: what? What’s there to be so happy about?

And I just kept saying “It’s a Kindle! A Kindle!”, waving the box around. Like a kid with candy.

And because I was so dazed and happy, I totally gave up the notion of repacking my bag and just took everything along. In case I missed something I’d need.

My mum didn’t quite get why I was so happy even after I explained to her what it was. But of course it wasn’t just about what it was, but more about who gave it to me, and how it was done.

Seriously. I love being surprised.

So I smiled through Sunday, like I struck the lottery. Bought my first book on Monday, finished it on Tuesday. And I’m on to the next one. Already.

Goodness knows how long it has been since I read so much. It helps of course that I am currently fascinated with Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series, who is (to me) like a current day Sherlock Holmes. With an attractive package. And available to women. Sigh.

I digress. Hahahaha.

Well anyway… if you come across a good book, and feel the great need to share, feel free to send it to me as a gift. 😛 My birthday happens to be round the corner too, #justsaying.

Right now I’m keenly waiting for Neil Gaiman’s Ocean At The End Of The Lane. It will only be out in summer.