This Is ReaLee Not About That House

For all the years the Opposition have tried to justify their accusations of nepotism and corruption of the ruling party, none have delivered a blow like the recent allegations from PM Lee Hsien Loong’s own siblings, Mr Lee Hsien Yang and Dr Lee Wei Ling. Singaporeans are understandably, up to this day, divided. This is…

Welcome to my April

They say kings are born in April. Power I have little of – at least over a nation; But Iran is currently ruling my heart and state of being. I must have a magpie as a totem animal because I like collecting receipt stubs, local plants, odd packets and (as a mermaid once said) thingamabobs…

Stolen Stories: Sungei Road’s Last Page

There are antique timepieces beside mobile chargers and colourful plastic jewellery. A Barbie sits patiently, her dress a little weathered but still pretty. Underneath a table, an old photo of a man in his youthful glory is captured with an auric glow. These remnants of the past may seem useless, but new owners can be…

Rochor Centre – Final farewells

Rochor Centre at night, with darkness veiling the bright colours, brings out another mistress – one pensive yet still robust. The quiet voice of rebellion exists, as activities in her compound past its official clearance deadline, is flickering but still seen, from the occasional odd window with clothes left out to dry. There’s also a bunch…

Next stop – Cantonment

This is it. The last day of Tanjong Pagar Railway Station as a shell space for events like today’s Christmas fair. After this, it’s a long many years before it opens up as Cantonment Mrt station. It’s funny how as I stood in this empty room, with teal panes a hipster cafe would kill for, the…

Salaam

For the price of a stay-cation at Marina Bay Sands, I can now fly to Tehran. Tough call – not. Thank you Thai Airways! ❤

Of filters, walks and song

A natural filter comes over us, and disregarding the smell, it brings a surreal quality to the quieter parts of Singapore. Hello Indonesian haze. In between two appointments, I took a 30-minute walk between City Square mall and Shaw Towers, and came across a nice stretch of boardwalk just behind Victoria Street. Extended decks and…

Lessons in Foresight & Grace: The Schoolings

It’s not easy being an athlete in Singapore. If you’re lucky, you get some form of public funding. But most will have to fight it out on their own. Such was the case for Joseph Schooling – now Olympic gold medalist in the 100m butterfly event. And already the credit-claimers are circling en masse. Look…

Of why I enjoy my bus rides

Because it usually accords me a seat. And because sometimes, moments like these appear, where three strangers get lulled by the bus into a deep sleep, all made lethargic by the beating summer sun of Singapore. I love my bus rides.

The Beginning at The End

It’s the last day of 2015. It feels like something should be observed. But all I’m really doing this last day is to start my blog. I’ve done this several times before. On Blogspot. On Livejournal. On Tumblr. But a lack of focus has always thrown me off. Life has a way with distractions. But…

Adrift

I’m anchored mostly to my pier. One made of weather-worn planks aged 36 years and a little more. I think I hear it creaking these days. It’s not a pretty pier, studded with barnacles and wrapped by strands of watery undergrowth, but it’s my own private dock, shaped from my own hands. I’ve forgotten what…

After 35

I was going to prune a flowering plant when a bee flew to it. I then thought, “Okay I’ll leave you be.” Then I chuckled to myself. It has begun.