I could live with the fact that the breadwinner and sole parental unit whose face I'd known as my dad's, had to move elsewhere. "Better job opportunities," he says. "I can't find a decent job in Singapore," he says. I could live with the fact that communication wouldn't always be instant and it would require a huge dose of patience from both ( Read more... )

Dear Sheena,

I'm sorry I wasn't there enough for you. I'm sorry I couldn't bring you to Singapore with us when we had to move back here from Cape Town. We felt the freedom you and Tyger enjoyed in Camps Bay would be unrivaled. I barely had you for a year, and within that year, I learnt so much about having another under your care. I learnt to grow ( Read more... )

A couple of days have lapsed between this entry and the previous one, but I guess I wanted to wait until Raya for this entry. Hari Raya food trumps chicken rice hands down, anytime.

Day Four: What you ate today, in great detail


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Day Three: Your parents, in great detail

This is gonna be a difficult post, but here goes.


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My relationship with Singapore is most probably a love-hate one. There are things that I don't like, and then there are the things that make me do a 180 and make me fall in love with Singapore ( Read more... )