I have this memory of my grandfather and I. On a Thursday, I was about to leave early from the family’s weekly dinner at my grandfather’s house on Wolskel Road. My grandfather asked where I was going, and for what. I was either performing or rehearsing for a show. Which show was inconsequential, but the […]Read more "Reflections: Liao Zhai Rocks《聊斋》 (2019上海国际音乐剧节)"
I will show you where the planes only fly at night, where they pierce through cloud broken sky. I will show you where teenage girls dance, as if everyone is watching, when really no one is. (We will have an excellent laugh) I will show you where to ride, the best views, seen only when […]Read more "Pasir Ris Beach, Jan 2018"
Closed our joint bank account today, it was fast but I waited 40 mins in line. The teller asks me what I want to do with the account book (It is all I need to close it). I say, would you mind destroying it for me? She says, yes, she will use the machine in […]Read more "Joint Accounts"
I make art because it is soul. Contrast these two phenomena: the mechanisation of life, the deconstruction of life, the mystery of life that science seeks to unlock; that moment of standing on top of a mountain, the moment a baby is born, the first experience of something new. It is easy to forget that […]Read more "A Reflection"
The background of a moving subway, a metro, a BTS, or MRT, you laid your head on my lap and I wrapped my arm around your chest, your back against my lap, my arm hugging you close in a position only possible in a dream, impossible otherwise. You and I are two nomads, happier outside […]Read more "A Nomad’s Home"