Singapore-Malaysia border Both my parents were born in Malacca, Malaysia, so as a kid, we went there at least once …
Missing: a dad and his dog
A week before I returned to Singapore from Australia, Mum had to put the pug down.
Birthday Pictures
My sister Chris lays emotional claim to my pictures of seagulls. “They’re my birds,” she says of the ones that were in the …
On walking
Walking is in my blood. My father was never one for it, but my mother is a walker. It wasn’t …
Absence
The thing that haunts me, is how normal my father’s absence feels. Has felt from the beginning.
Life, death and gratitude: A year of gypsy living
2013 has been the best year of my life so far. I say this not only for the great parts of the journey, but the shitty bits too. I say this because through it all, it felt like I’d actually lived for the first time in my life, rather than just existing for no discernible reason.
On bright stars in dark nights.
2013 was year where my desire to go walkabout with possessions in a bundle at the end of a stick …
Numbering loss
My entire understanding of my father’s death at this point, rides on numbers. September 4 – the stage of cancer …
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