for old times' sake

for those who remember old friends, and for those who know growing

for those who are besieged from the inside

for those with a different sort of anger

for those in love, as i am, with this city

a few pieces inspired by a French movie, (I would like to think it's) about growing up, seeing things through strange eyes and interpreting the everyday

vaguely feminist, remotely sensual and most open to interpretation

Would you believe what is said of what was said and how? Are you untranslatable?

(my longest piece by far, so only for the patient and the curious) I will never be a geography student because it's too late for that, and partly because some things on this planet cannot be charted, and because the human spirit is never completely examin

Night, for the nocturnal creature, is a strange entity, both a when and a where, alternately lovely and haunting...

Mahouts are the keepers and drivers of elephants. This is a series of poems somewhat inspired by elephants, but probably not in the way you think.

sometimes I think I came to writing just in time...

Not quite sure what this piece is about. How do you interpret this? (it was vaguely inspired by the movie 2046..the mood of it, not the story..) tell me what to think.

...this is not a true tragedy (somewhat inspired by the issue of Euthanasia)

for those who remember just sitting down to scrutinize time as it passes...

for storytellers and those who know well enough not to differentiate reality from imagination

written on the ninth of August (in delirious mood) for Singapore's 40th birthday =D (some random thoughts)

inspired by the instructions on a tube of contact cement...writing about human relationships..amongst other things

for everyone...and for those who leaves behind

have not posted for a long while...this piece may be read sexually-or not...

based on the painting of the same title by Paul Gauguin (google it to see! it's a famous painting) kind of an abstract take on anticipating or fearing death

written (obviously) on a sunday morning... some thoughts about living day-to-day-to-day-to-day...

inspired by the origami paper boat. i rewrote this later. but i shall post the original one here first...

a very short piece..kind of abstract..may be love..it depends

inspired by my revising the impressionist movement...for those who live for the moment (perhaps)

I'm music illiterate...and am absurdly proud of my independence from music..though I must (ironically) admire those who do know music...

for those who are studying the past

To be honest I know nothing about love..my rather simplistic views, random musings in a fit of romanticism...

my recollections of moving house and other details from the back of my mind...this actually started off as an experiment with the domino rhyme scheme..

my first time trying to write within a traditional verse form,a Pantoum..though i admittedly strayed off the abab rhyme scheme a bit...tell me if this should fall under "love" instead

Inspired by this old man who sits at the void deck of my apartment block all day, every day, without fail. One wonders what he is watching, what he is thinking..also some thoughts about growing up in Singapore

Trying to write something that reflects life in Singapore and how it generally feels...very experimental, again

another poem inspired by visuals...this time an image of a fetus which i found online (nothing gory, of course)...email me for the picture if you really really want to see it and is unable to do so by following the instructions in the footnotes...another

this piece grew out of a random excerpt of Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"...totally random since I am hardly familiar with the mentioned poem to begin with...an experimental piece, again =)

a painting-poem with a story of sorts...trying out something i picked up at CAP workshop...called "ekphrasis" .although i hesitate to say that i have fully grasped the technique..i must say i had fun writing this!

Inspired by my stint as a stage-hand (so called, although I generally did nothing)

There are times when feminity and masculinity aren't mutually exclusive...and maybe being a bit of both is the ideal

I suppose this piece runs the risk of being cliched, but I really felt I needed to.Really am sick of suppression. of everything. This is uncharacteristic of me...I don't know.

(this is probably kind of a "cheating" piece..but it's all in the name of fun) 90% of the lines here come from the notes i've scribbled down randomly during plenary lectures at CAP camp..apologies to whoever may be offended (or something...) this is my at

written after being made to go on a walk for inspiration...

the youngest children make the best artists..so they say. My reflections on my writing

Written after a crash-course on wire sculpturing...

Heavily inspired by (but otherwise unrelated to) my forays into the chinese Wuxia novel Tian Long ba Bu by renowned writer Louis Cha... my current obsession =P (p.s. actually, only 161 words if you ignore footnotes)

A collection of five poems on the theme of water/rain and its relation to us

A collection of short pieces based on breakfast foods

Many people like to write about writing...this is my take on bringing an idea to life

About my mother (not a very creative topic..Iknow, but it is a personal one..)

Warning: Only for those with patience...My longest piece by far (Not deliberately..it just grew out of proportions) Personal musings on elitism...the feeling of never being enough.If you're brave enough to read the whole thing I hope it means something..

Sometimes staying expressionless is more beneficial than fighting back

Written after a phone call to a friend I haven't seen in ages

The feeling of waiting

(Written in a fit of cynicism) To lament

For more than acquaintances

For people whom I want to know more about

Taking a close up of the space between chin and navel

something that happens everyday...except maybe on rare days when they are there already and you have to run to catch up...

When there are so many troubles mounting it's so much more tempting to be a coward

A blasted headache I have

Little things on the coast we often fail to appreciate

My first attempt at a historical piece..minus perhaps the perfect accuracy of facts!

Loving the space between pajamas and bare skin

My somewhat irrelevant take on having to choose when all the possibilities don't seem appealing

For those who cannot help but gorge on life

For days that are too long and for those who survive on imagination

About my grandmother, whom iI'm unfortunately not very close to because I cannot understand dialect when it is spoken as fast as she does!

For those who are bottling up those bad feelings

Just for fun, my take on flirtitious, animal-like behavior of people =D WARNING: contains elements of feminist slants

Written for everyone passing by, in acknowledgement of your presences

The stuff of nightmares

A combination of two recurring dreams of childhood, one of long white tunnels and one of (for some reason) orange sugar

Observation during one of many lazy afternoons spent lounging in the kitchen as Mom cooks

Things-to-do in the aftermath

For those who are awake still, at an unearthly hour

For when you are getting mixed signals

A very short observation piece

Written after a visit to, obviously, Emerald Hill (and for the benefit of those who are wondering, this is a street in Singapore historically known to be a predominantly Peranakan-owned)

Another one for the broken-hearted

There aren't many of them left...at least that's what i perceive

For those who remember going to funfairs

Written two years ago (hence a little more childish), again based on the title, about the ordeal of a person who is imprisoned for no reason during war

Written a year ago based on the tilte "Around the Corner", a short story about changng environment through the eyes of a young boy as he grows up in a rapidly modernizing country...

Written the day after the realese of mportant examination results (the Os, if you know what i mean)...for those who are stuck on a number

For those who believe in growing old together

Written on the day before the release of important exam results...for those who may feel the same way on a long long day while awaiting the coming of something momentous

For those who, having peered though coloured cellophane paper, saw a simpler, better and more familiar place

A moment of realization that nothing really preserves the good times you've shared

for the broken-hearted