Thus do I render from brilliant exemplar In sweet meter to cheer Troubled hearts with light Ever commending the way to life serendipitous The measure of unmeaning The excellent virtuous meant The ground of becoming Formed in subtle sign Seeing and unseen Said and unsaid This re-view is composed That it be a pusaka It […]Read more "A Meaning of that Dream: A Re-Seeing"
Sometimes nostalgia slips in quietly. Beneath the festivities, the laughter and the catching-up with ODAC batchmates at Eliza and Hong Taa’s wedding over the weekend, there was a quiet, small melancholy nestling in the background. I had not realized it had been sitting silently until I got home, until there was time to process and […]Read more "We Say We’re So Lucky: Songs at a Wedding"
We all live in stories, whether we like it or not. We create sequences so the world has some meaning to it, to us. We mould meanings from the mud of the chaotic everyday, and shape them into symbols – to give us hope, to give us courage, to give us solace. So that a […]Read more "Song and Story: Reflections on Hope"
“If you don’t have humans, you can’t have gods” When I can, I like talking to my grandma about the gods, deities and spirits of her Chinese cosmos. When she speaks, worlds blur. The rational//supernatural divide that has been soldered so deeply into me loosens, unwinds. Gods will bicker if you place too many of […]Read more "Small Gods and Other Singapores"
It takes a long time to become anything; it takes even longer to become yourself. Sometimes you must first be consumed: eaten and chewed and spat out. And then, if you are un/lucky, you are scooped out. Your seed coat is peeled and scratched off. And then for weeks and months – nothing happens. For […]Read more "An Avocado Reminder"
Why would you do such silly things? Why would you still continue doing them? Why would you stay up til the early hours of the morning drawing something that is going to be ugly anyway? Why would you spend the precious hours of your precious weekend volunteering at an animal shelter that isn’t going to earn you any CIP […]Read more "A Meditation on the Meaningless"
So what do you do on your birthdays? As the minutes and the seconds creep toward, and then undramatically, boringly, past zero-hour, as I turn 26 (ah… there, we just clicked/slid/ticked into 6 February 2018), I can’t help but wonder what I’m supposed to feel. It’s always like that with societally-sanctioned celebrations and milestones for […]Read more "Come Celebrate with Me: A Birthday Post"