Food from my bowl
February 4, 2011 § Leave a comment
Roots
December 14, 2010 § 5 Comments
My father. All he did was work. Work and spend time with us. I didn’t have him around for half of my childhood, lost to the office in another country, the office that was a home, where he worked, slept, ate. Those long weeks where I cried myself to sleep every time I got scared that he wasn’t coming back. He built for me here. Everything I have.
A shophouse near Clarke Quay | Singapore
Body from the reservoir
December 14, 2010 § Leave a comment
He told me that he had to pull a body from the reservoir the other day. Bloated, afloat, stagnant water and the tropical green, almost visceral. A concerted effort to remain stoic. It’s all part of the service apparently. Ruff, Shaf and Nat – halfway through their mandatory term in the army.
National Service, Singapore.
Going places
November 14, 2010 § 1 Comment
It’s become a different beast for me, being on the move, going places. It used to be this embarkation to some mysterious unknown, or thoughtful homecoming, one of the two. Now the idea of home is a strange creature. At once less familiar and more amorphous. Old faces that grew older when I wasn’t looking. Grey hairs, smile lines, deeper from events that I wasn’t around to witness. Friends weaving through the cyclical landmine of love and heartbreak, I stop just in time to see the blur of the revolving door of girlfriends and boyfriends, never really around long enough for me to really get to know them, or them me. Maybe I’ll make it to the wedding, maybe not. Maybe I’m getting tired of being on the move so much, living the half life. Getting to know you, part time.
If it’s too loud, you’re too old
October 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
He learns love
May 10, 2009 § Leave a comment
Sembawang, Singapore – Back to The Heartland
I go back to Singapore and pay a visit. Ah Ching’s baby cousin grows a year older. He discovers words like “kiss” and “outside”. Ah Ching still lays immobile and ridden to the floor.
Big little India
October 27, 2008 § 5 Comments
An age
August 25, 2008 § Leave a comment
Clarke Quay, Singapore – an old shop house that has served as the living and office quarters for a family business spanning four generations.
See him for what he really is. A reluctantly aging man whose dwindling purpose in life is to see the end of it as best as he can. A man who looks upon the face of his grown children, searches for things he might still teach them, and perhaps some small way to keep them by his side.
The Heartland
August 24, 2008 § Leave a comment
(work in progress)
Sembawang, Singapore – away from the bright lights of Orchard Road and within the heartland.
Ah Ching is 15 years old. She is bedridden with cerebral palsy and unable to feed, bathe, or move on her own. Ah Ching’s mother, Jackie, used to work nights at a factory and is now forced to stay at home to look after her daughter full-time, earning extra income through babysitting her 4 month old nephew and cleaning the apartment next door. Tommy works irregular hours as a security guard.
Neither Tommy nor Jackie have gone beyond secondary education, a factor that pushes them both to the margins of Singapore’s meritocracy.
Government subsidies in housing and education ensure an affordable home and also equal opportunity schooling for Vincent, Jackie and Tommy’s 14 year old son.
Cultural prejudice over mental and physical disability keeps Ah Ching within the confines of her home and will most likely do so for the rest of her life.