The Coach

August 31st, 2011

Share That room with the beer-cans on the wall smells of rubber-skinned basketballs and a bit of medicated oil. Do you know how many times you healed my fingers twisted from a flying ball? Remember the time you healed my wrist? I sprained it breaking a roller-blade accident and lied it was from shooting hoops. [...]

Turtle Love

March 27th, 2011

Share This is Lucien’s bedside friend. Mister Turtle lights up the room with stars of the constellation with the star-shaped carvings on his trusty shell. Conscientious parents could read the accompanying literature that explained the orion belt, etc etc. Clearly for us, we merely enjoyed the stars of orange, green and blue that danced against [...]

Suddenly Sad

March 6th, 2011

Share The old adage of never taking anything nor anyone for granted rings truer than ever, cutting with a truth that greets me each time I turn to his room and all that remains is a hollow darkness where his joviality used to be. I take so much of his presence for granted. It’s a [...]

The Games Boys Play

February 23rd, 2011

Share Boys will be Boys So I got a chance to see, just before heading out the door to work this morning, Lucien playing a little all-by-myself football. He’s quite good at it, seeing he is able to kick with both feet (already better than I) and when the ball gets in tight spaces, he [...]

Time and Travel

January 9th, 2011

Share Traveling gives a surreal quality to the perception of time. what used to be a typical weekend can take you to the steaming buns of the noisy teahouse in hong kong and back to the organized taxi queues at the Changi airport. And I truly marvel at how so much seems to have happened [...]

Did I say this?

December 28th, 2010

Share Diana reminded me of this email I wrote on our honeymoon. I like that many things still resonated and I found comfort in the fact that I still felt the same. Because often, the things that used to matter much erode in the wave of forgetability. Except about the Chanel bags because I actually [...]


December 22nd, 2010

Share Months of uncaring sloth meant that one evening when I actually wanted to run, my Asics Tiger Paws had separated itself. I was shocked. Winter boots maybe. But my running shoes?! How easily we forget that what we don’t work, we lose the use for. Like limbs. Will. Discipline. Mindfulness. I got back on [...]

Hello Again

November 8th, 2010

Share Which is harder to say? Goodbye or Hello? Seems dumb isn’t it? It’s just that I was on the way to the neighbourhood barber to get Lucien in line for one those $3.88 hair-cuts and happened then to catch a glimpse of an old friend whisking past. Not a random “someone”; but Someone I [...]

The Zero Life.

October 28th, 2010

Share I love fashion. Proving this point to shameless applomb, Fashion loves me too. I’m an easy victim. I have a crater of needs nursed by a bucketful of insecurities; it’s so easy to show me how this season’s new sleek booties will help me deliver more kick in everything I do and stride the [...]

About Being Organised

October 17th, 2010

Share Just 2 weeks ago before the Husband was to leave on a week-long visit to China for business, I managed to buy a cartload of itsy bitsy things for the trip, things he hadn’t even even knew existed, let alone knew he had a need for. These were the items: in order of Awesomeness. [...]