Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, The Self

Meaning in hindsight?

Is what we do meaningful? Do we do things because we believe them to be meaningful, or do we find meaning after we have done them? During my teenage years, I was entranced with Hong Kong entertainer, Leslie Cheung - award-wining singer and actor, songwriter and music producer. One of his films, Farewell, My Concubine… Continue reading Meaning in hindsight?

Beauty, Being alive, In relationship, Nostalgia, Reflection

A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong

This poem by Korean poet, Jeong Hyeonjong <정현종> appears in his 2009 anthology, Island <섬>. A Visitor <방문객> To have a visitor is indeed a matter of gravity. For he brings with him his past present plus his future. Brings with him his whole life. Brings with him his heart vulnerable as can be as… Continue reading A Visitor, poem by Jeong Hyeonjong

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, Spirit & Soul

Story of the clothes

Stories are everywhere, even on the clothes we wear. Cruising along the highway, for some inexplicable reason, I notice for the first time, these stories.  The canvas shoes from a country far away. I shudder recalling the moments after their purchase and their significant impact on my psyche for months to come. The distrust of… Continue reading Story of the clothes

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, The Self

Travelling on my own

I walked the streets of Rome and Florence mostly alone, spent a bit of time with colleagues (eating is a communal experience), and did a couple of tours with groups of strangers. Oddly it was eating alone that was (relatively) most uncomfortable. Probably because I wanted to order a selection of foods and realized there… Continue reading Travelling on my own

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, Spirit & Soul

The luxury of quiet … and choice

I am pretty lucky. I live close to modern amenities but not close enough to encounter sensory overload. I have flexible work hours. I have the privilege of choosing where I work so long as I get the work done, and how I work so long the work is of sound quality. With relative freedom… Continue reading The luxury of quiet … and choice

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection

So I travel… to be home.

I love to travel. For a little while I get to leave my responsibilities behind, at least the mental and physical responsibilities of home-making, making a buck, teenager-care, etc. I seem to have more choice when I travel – when I wake or sleep, what I eat and drink, who I talk to, how I… Continue reading So I travel… to be home.

Being Woman, Nostalgia, Reflection, The Self

Scent and authenticity

I fell in love with it on its first release in mid-2000s and it has been with me ever since. The Bulgari “Rose Essentielle” fragrance evoked romance and glamour, and it was a departure from my then attraction to citrus tones. But recently, I decided I needed a change. Why? Just because. It was an… Continue reading Scent and authenticity

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection

Before he was a man

I remember a little boy, precocious and mischievous. I can’t quite remember his facial features, but I do remember my feelings of him. Sometimes exasperation, often a challenge because I saw an intelligence and perhaps the need for guidance, understanding and kindness. He was 6 or 7 years old then, and I was in my… Continue reading Before he was a man

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection, The Self

Walking my talk

Well, I didn’t see this coming. Not so soon anyway. Another change. Another transition. But just another day in life’s journey. I am both glad and sad… perhaps sad is too dramatic. It is certainly poignant. And not for the usual reasons. It is always a thrill to see him exceed my expectations; the determination… Continue reading Walking my talk

Living life, Nostalgia, Reflection

Growing up

I am imbued with a sense of excitement – for you as you go into the world. Beyond adventure and travel, this is symbolic of the independence, the adulthood you are embarking upon. Because I have lived longer years and seen more things that could go wrong than you, I am feeling far less invincible… Continue reading Growing up

In relationship, Nostalgia, Reflection

Contemplating cooking…

I have been doing quite a bit of cooking lately. Not much of a revelation unless you know me well. You will know my self-value is not tied to how well I keep house involving cleaning or cooking – I was brought up to place significance and priority on my intellect and academics. Perhaps I… Continue reading Contemplating cooking…

Contemplate, Living life, Music, Nostalgia, Reflection

Her journey begins…

She is bright… in fact, this is an understatement. Her IQ aside, she has developed a maturity and self-efficacy way beyond her tender years. So when she spoke of writing songs and making music at 10 years old, I was happy to indulge her. She did not jump up and down with the excitement that… Continue reading Her journey begins…

Being alive, Nostalgia, Poetry, The Self

Renewal and inspired, by whom?

I crept into the back of the Hall as the speaker began. I had made sure I would be a little late so everyone was seated and facing the stage at the front. I didn’t want her to see me, not quite sure what that reception was to be – pleasure, anger, embarrassment… This was… Continue reading Renewal and inspired, by whom?

Contemplate, In relationship, Inspire, Nostalgia

Contemplation on Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving... giving thanks... for what do we give thanks? Today? At this time? In a time when every change, great or small, is tracked, accentuated, dissected, analysed, discussed... its volume so loud that we lose sight of its actual significance, we lose the measure of their relative importance. Everything is the same, and nothing is… Continue reading Contemplation on Thanksgiving

In relationship, Inspire, Music, Nostalgia, Reminisce

I believe in you

Vulnerability and strength, two words not commonly associated with each other until recent years. Vulnerability tends to be perceived as weakness rather than strength.  And how often have I had to remind myself in the candid moments, in the times when being true to myself seemed a betrayal, when the tears flowed and the heart… Continue reading I believe in you

Living life, Nostalgia

Memories of an era

"Take care of all your Memories. For you cannot relive them.      Bob Dylan" It is fascinating how memories return, in the least expected ways. There we were, travelling home late at night after his training. A winter’s night, and he had earlier jumped into the car, hugging himself tight and then putting his hands over… Continue reading Memories of an era

Contemplate, Living life, Nostalgia, Reminisce, The Self

Stressed out

Well I have been a little, and though my intellect, my mind tells me to chill, sometimes the emotions and the body react. I hope I am not alone when I say it is so easy, rather unthinkingly to take the stressed out emotions out on someone else. That can happen, don't flay yourself over… Continue reading Stressed out

In relationship, Living life, Nostalgia

Tradition has its place…

Things change, and so do we. New Year is just round the corner. The Chinese one, that is. Although I grew up ensconced in a Chinese family within a predominantly Chinese community, my understanding of the rituals and traditions of Chinese New Year is basic at best. I'll put this down to leaving home at… Continue reading Tradition has its place…