poetry
Mine is the song of the wilderness The ecstatic dance of the untethered Pity not my caged existence True, Many lands I can no longer tread But my spirit remains unfettered by doubt and fear I am present and infinite as Time There is nothing to wait for, nothing to
poetry
What need have I for a princess’s jewels When I have a frangipani perched on my fingers? What need have I to swathe myself in velvet and cashmere When my skin is singed like sienna and burnished by the sun, And within it my heart is sheltered? What need
life, unadulterated
This picture was taken from a particular spot on the footbridge over the Geylang river near my place. (It is apparently Singapore's first suspension footbridge, built way back in 1998.) I don't quite remember when I started to do this, but each time I cross the
on writing
... your responsibility is not to the people you’re making the gift for, but to the gift itself. ~ John Green
life, unadulterated
Life in Singapore
life, unadulterated
In my nearly four years of living in Singapore, not one day has passed when I have not lamented in my head (or even aloud) about the non-existent shifts of season on the island. But if you live here long enough (and I do think four years is a
books you may love
I can't quite remember how I stumbled upon this book but after reading the first few pages - a courtroom scene and an unexplained death - I was hooked. Professor Sam Madison, the narrator, is being tried for the death of his wife Sandrine, whose death is initially ruled by
on writing
Making a wish on my special day
poetry
Keep calm and carry on When the world around you crumbles Wrap your cloak around you a little tighter And stride across the shambles For the world has many a way of Sorting itself out and once again standing tall So you do your bit as you march on ahead
poetry
What the Gods in our home get up to when they think no one's looking ;)
the creative life
Making changes ... and wondering if it's the right thing to do ...
tales for dreamers
In these enchanted woods, is it only the moon who can shape-shift at will?