I love these Singapores
I still love these Singapores. The one I grew up with, the one that's not there anymore. The vast field full of moths ants grasshoppers…
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A Song of Singapore
I'm not some high-born poet, hatchet-holding. I'm not some Woken Writer, justice-fighting. I'm not some Prodigy, groomed and gelded by Expectation. Who am I to…
A tourist in my mother country
I write for the tourists. I don't just mean the ones seduced here by fast money and high, gleaming towers; who think paying $15 for…
Storytelling
It's so difficult to tell a story. The blank canvas is the most liberating thing, but also the most terrifying. What picture will I draw,…
I Think About Monsters
I think about monsters a lot. I think about the silences around them, the way words can flatten and reduce (thinking, loving, feeling, fearing) humans…
Pragmatism
For many years, I was often speechless in the shadow of the pragmatists, the aimless dreamer in the midst of Useful People studying Useful Things. Why…
Maybe…
Maybe we will never truly understand. Maybe that’s ok. We live with the hot, pungent breath of difference everyday. Unavoidably, we see smell taste feel…
Ramblings & Random Rants 