I’ve always loved poetry since I was a child. My first poem was written when I was around 12. I started writing more when during adolescent but even so, the effort was intermittent. It has only been the last few years that I started writing again, as a form of self-discovery.
There’s something elegant and concise about poetry. In my world of poetry, word and space are important where neither could be wasted. The elegance lies in the use of the right words to complete the puzzle. Some words are so raw, waiting to be strung together to make sense of the world. There are days when words just roll out of my head and into the tip of my fingers like an easy Sunday morning. Sometimes, words don’t come easily and it will take hours and days to get one right word.
How do I start? I have no idea. There are no science and preferred method. I might look at visuals that invoke thoughts and emotions. I might be lost in a random moment that could only make sense when translate into words. These moments are what Wonderboy would like to refer to as my “Walter Mitty” moments where my mind would go exploring into the unknown. I don’t know how it works. I just know it worked.
Over the next
few weeks days, I’ll (re)publish some old poems written over the last 3 years, during a difficult phase in my life. Recently, I started writing some new ones and I hope it will see the light of the day soon.
My future darling son,
Don’t be an asshole and listen to your parents.
Your future Mother
My future darling daughter,
You will know many kinds of love in your lifetime. There will be two loves that stand out; the love of your parents and the love of your special one. I hope your father and I will give you enough love to brave the world.
The heart is a fragile thing. When you are braving this world, you’ll find the love that could bring you to paradise and drag you through hell. You will wonder if true love ever exists. You will even begin to question the existence of love. When you have your heart broken, come home to my embrace. I will make you hot chocolate. We will break open a tub of your favourite ice-cream (preferably double chocolate or salted caramel) and watch a marathon of horror movies to distract the shock and pain out of your system. We will dance ourselves silly to the greatest hits. I will cook you wonderful meals (I’m so sorry I don’t have recipes to heal heartbroken soul) and let you lie on the couch all day long. We will travel to beautiful destinations, drink cool cocktails and look at sunsets so you could restore your faith in love and humanity.
With all the love that your father and I give to you, I hope you’ll learn to be strong. There will be days when you feel like falling apart. Moments will seem eternity and you will wonder when the hurt will ever go away. You will cry, or maybe not. Whatever it may be, learn to forgive others and forgive yourself, all in your own time. It might take days, it might take weeks or even months but you’ll learn to move on. You’ll learn that the world is not as scary as it seems. Let not the world hardens your heart. Your heart can be mend, even if you have to do it all by yourself. Your father and I will always be there for you. All the clichés you know will soon be your mantra. Listen to it. Pick out the words that could help you heal and hold it close to your heart.
Trust me when I said that you are your mother’s child. You are stronger than you think.
Many love, hugs and bunny kisses,
Your future Mama
When I first stayed at Loke Thye Kee Residences in October last year, charming little boutique hotel had just opened for business. It is not until recently that I found that the hotel was designed by Singapore’s Ministry of Design.
Located off the busy Penang Road, it was an unassuming find. On the outside, it exudes a quiet Straits charm of decorative swing doors, clean old school signages in gold letterings decked with Peranakan tiles along the five-foot way.
Coming out shivering, fresh from the saltwater of Lifou, I said to the Melanesian man and woman at their makeshift ticket booth of a folded table and colourful umbrella, “Merci. C’est magnifique!“.
For a second of what seems like an eternity, he stared with amusement at the face of an Asian girl with snorkel and fins, dripping wet from head to toe. The place was crawling with tourists, mostly Anglo-saxon, white, polynesians and a sprinkle of Asians. French words spilling out from an Asian tourist on a remote island must be rare.
“Tu parle Français !??” He quizzed with a huge smile on his face. I love the Melanesian smile that I noticed throughout my short trip to New Caledonia and Vanuatu. Wide, genuine grin that flashes a set of white teeth. Never hesitant.
“Un peu…. a little,” I replied with a smile.
Amused, he laughed and I followed suit. I received similar reaction at a pâtisserie the day before so I could only guess that locals are glad to hear a foreigner uttering more than a few twisted syllables of bonjour and merci.
Beyond, it was a breathtaking view with no barrier between me and the Pacific Ocean of Lifou. It was clearer than turquoise, aqua, sapphire or any ocean colour that words could describe. I was in paradise. This is how I fall in love with Nouvelle Calédonie.
Sitting atop a hill bearing the colourful history of Singapore, Hotel Fort Canning is housed in an unassuming building to charmed one away from the sweltering humidity and maddening crowd of the city. Splashed with a collection of tame but tasteful decor, the five star hotel hides a world of luxury and comfort. In January this year, I checked myself into this little boutique gem as a belated new year and birthday present. Check-in was swift. I appreciate when the reception desk is not high and almighty. A little request long before I arrived could not be acceded so the hotel upgraded me to a Premium Luxe room. That’s the sign of a great service. Nothing was too difficult for the staff and concierge.
My sanctuary for the next three days screamed of luxury, from the bed to the living room and the bathroom. The bed was so huge for one that I could roll from morning and still haven’t reach the end by noon time. I took a particular liking to the automated blinds. It doesn’t take much to keep me amused. Any fault with the blinds in the room after my stay was not my fault. I repeat, not my fault. Nothing could go wrong with the Nespresso machine, a huge selection of music, automated switches and great room service. At the right moment when the sun hits the enclosed balcony that holds a lovely little sitting area, it was the perfect place to be. It hosted some of my visiting friends too.
It was a well-insulated sound-proof hotel, so quiet that I could hardly hear anyone outside the room or traffic from the outside. How did I know? On this trip, I happened to develop a nasty cough following a sore throat and the lost of my voice. I was quite certain someone was going to knock on my door in the middle of the night when I couldn’t stop coughing. Nothing. That, or there were some very polite guests that dwell in the hotel. I was also hugely impressed by the large and marvellous bathtub to calm the nerves at the ungodly hour of 3am in the morning after a night out with friends.
It was a perfect birthday gift.
Hotel Fort Canning
11 Canning Walk Singapore 178881
tel +65 6559 6770