Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Rooted in Town

I never regret traveling so much when I was younger, and went all out in my twenties and thirties; rarely staying in Singapore for more than three weeks at a go. Every weekend was a long weekend hanging out in nearby cities less than a 5-hour flight out. Those memories made and experiences absorbed, truly last a lifetime. While I do get a touch wistful every now and then about not traveling, I'm not resentful or discontented. I made a conscious choice to stay in town for Choya. I don't want to miss out on her short years. Well, it's not as if I don't travel, I do pop out on short trips. Like really short. Well, the husband cannot manage Choya on his own for more than six days. 

'Bring Choya to travel', people say. I had a serious whirl about it. No. Weighing in at 7.5kg and totalling 10kg in an airline-approved carrier, Choya busts all weight limits aboard commercial airlines. I'm not checking her into animal cargo for no good reason; a vacation isn't sufficient. To each pet owner's choice. 

I could fly her in a private jet. I do not want to join those newly popped up pet travel agencies because I can do a better job at logistics and sorting out administrative details even for pets. You know. Ha! BUT. Excuse me, I don't print money, so no to flying in a private jet to a vacation unless we have the free schedule to close up the flat for six months, put aside work and head out of town. Of course we can. But neither the husband or I are inclined to.  

I love it when friends send me photos when they're on vacation. I could stalk their social media, but when they take an extra step to send it to me in our chat windows, I feel extra loved, like they brought me along for that hour to their location. When people ask me if I'd like anything from the city they're in, there's usually nothing I want. I appreciate these little texts and words and photos. These make the best souvenirs for me. 

When J sent me a photo of the last bits of autumn, and blue skies and all, I sighed. This particular photo of gingko leaves on a sunny day. It's a gorgeous shot. (Who isn't in Japan right now! Tsk!) Ahhhh the turn of the seasons. I kinda miss that crisp feel of the cold. I shall renew all these experiences and begin the traveling again in the next season of life. For this season, I am rooted here.  

イチョウ 葉っぱ.

Wednesday, October 01, 2025

สวัสดีค่ะกรุงเทพฯ!


Happiness is getting into Bangkok early in the morning and clearing both immigrations queue and baggage retrieval super fast. I rolled eyes because the night before, SQ texted to tell us that the flight departure time was delayed by 1.5 hours. Imagine if I bothered to sleep early and missed this important piece of information. At least they also called us early in the morning to remind us about the 1.5-hour delay. This plane was coming in from Auckland, so I suppose the delay was from there. 

The Thailand online arrival card ought to be filled in on an iPad or a laptop. It's crazy annoying because it isn't optimized to be filled out on the phone. I did it earlier in Singapore a day before we flew out, via the phone; it annoyed me so because it was soooo glitchy. I could 'add travelers' to my group and had to fill out a separate form for the husband. I have no idea why when he travels with me, he doesn't even bother to fill out arrival cards or health declaration forms. Dohhh. 

Coffee was terrible at the SQ lounge, in-flight, and even at the hotel. The hotel's coffee was frankly horrid. I couldn't take more than two sips. And I wasn't even sure if the caffeine was worth the terrible taste. I had to go out in the afternoon to get some decent coffee. I found loads. I'll tell you all about that in another post. 

It feels nice to be back in Bangkok for the third time this year, for a sightly longer trip rather than some 48-hr turn-around thing. Heheheh. To be able to stay for a few more days make the trip feels like it's the best trip of them all. I travel so little now that I have come to cherish every moment, every hiccup, every sight and sound. 

Monday, July 21, 2025

A Staycation With Choya!


This is as far as I'm willing to 'travel' with Choya. I gave it a big whirl, and decided that taking her along on a trip wasn't unnecessary. We'd have to spend minimally 6 weeks away to justify the rabies jab in her. Most importantly, she wouldn't be comfortable in-flight unless I break out a huge chunk out of the bank account to charter a private flight.

So it's across to Sentosa for a staycation. There really is no point doing a staycation in town. Heh. The husband and I never actually did one with Choya because if I can't figure out the storage of her raw food packs (vacuum-sealed), then there's no point to a staycation. Some of the purportedly pet-friendly hotels aren't fully pet-friendly. Many said no to installing a fridge in the room; some friendlier ones offered the use of their kitchen freezers. Only Amara Sanctuary Sentosa provided a working fridge in this particular suite. I'll talk more about this in the next post.  

The hotel has been recently renovated and reopened last November. So the rooms are still pretty spiffy. The gym equipment is rather dated though, and its outdoor space doesn't have fans — unbearable in this July heat. When this staycation is for the dog, and not so much for the humans, I didn't care so much about the peripherals of architecture and furniture. 

I was concerned about where Choya would be allowed on the grounds of the hotel. They allowed her pretty much everywhere since it's is an open-air resort. Wonderful. She could come into the lobby and all, but of course she can't go into the air-conditioned dining areas and meeting rooms. 

Choya is allowed at breakfast with us as well, at the sheltered al fresco tables cooled by giant air-coolers. (We had Choya's breakfast delivered to the room instead. She doesn't eat outdoors.) However, this means that it isn't ideal staying at the hotel during monsoon or heavy squalls. We wouldn't even be able to step out of the hotel to get to anywhere without taking the buggy. Even the only dining venue in the hotel that takes Choya would be soaking wet. 

We checked in with two suitcases, two cooler bags, and a guitar and an amp! Hahahaha. We don't know how to travel light. But hey, most things in the suitcases are for the dog's food prep. The Smol Girl knew something was up, and was super stoked that she came along with the suitcases. She thought we were going away and leaving her behind again. She was super thrilled sitting in the buggy for the short ride to the block where our suite is. 

Tuesday, December 03, 2024

TEP Bar at Charoenkrung


Flew out to Krung Thep for 48 hours to see the friends for a quick bit. I'm always a tourist in Bangkok, but on this trip, I'm not a tourist, except for the staying in a hotel bit. 

I was going to stay outskirts at the motel nearer to their family homes, but they would be in town when I was there, so a hotel works. I didn't need to bunk in with the friends in their city apartment even. My preference is never to stay with friends even if it's for a night. Unless all I need is a hot shower and a quick sleep, and they have the space for me.

I ate easy and yummy six meals at very local restaurants. I had great filter coffee at local joints. I went to nowhere on TikTok or IG or Xiaohongshu popular lists. I did what I came here to do — reconnect with friends and check in with them after the passing of their 10-year-old dog. I know the dog too. It was all the more poignant because the dog passed on the same day as he was born, albeit 10 years later.

The friends insisted on taking me to TEP BAR. I was like... WHY. I don't need to go a bar! They said that I would love it. "We'll get you fried silkworms." They didn't tell me anything more about it and they told me not to google, and be pleasantly surprised. I tell you, only long-time friends could do this to me. They do know my preferences. I actually thought they're taking me to a metal gig. 

I could always hang out in bar, but I'm not a fan of cocktails. So none of these fancy bars or hip joints are memorable to me. However, TEP BAR left an impression. It has been around for nine years. It's very Thai and their IG posts and announcements are pretty much all in Thai. The best part — the live music bar hosts experimental Thai bands, and many of these bands play traditional Thai musical instruments and making new sounds to them. Which is awesome. So the new-to-me band tonight was Khamvisedth. I love their energy and enthusiasm tonight. Absolutely enjoyable

The best signage of the short trip came from tonight too, at the bar. LOLOLOL They wanted everyone to drink and party and have a good time, but FFS, hold your liquor well. NO PUKING. The bar is a tiny alley in hip Charoenkrung in Chinatown (Yaowarat), but this is not a get-drunk kind of place. They're not joking. I'm fairly sure that they would collected many 3500THB over the years. What a great way to pay the cleaning crew or add on bonuses for them. 

It's a very tiny bar and you gotta be comfortable with people knocking into you half the time you'd be there. I was like, whatever. Just don't bump me too hard or be rude. Also I had earplugs (as I always do), so I wasn't too bothered by the conversations or sounds. I could isolate the music, the conversation at my table, and focus on that. I also wisely avoided all award-winning cocktails made with Thai herbal liquor and stuck to gin all night. 

Monday, June 17, 2024

Choya at Home

Took Choya out to the beach the morning after we flew home. The Smol Girl was soooo happy. She couldn't believe that we were finally home and kept following us around all day for the week after. She's generally sticky to me, although she doesn't have separation anxiety. She just likes to be Miss Sticky-Paws to Momma. 

I had so much emotional baggage (mainly Choya) about making this trip to Tokyo with the husband. For various reasons, boarding her at a pet hotel isn't an option. With her neuroses, she can't be boarded with friends either if they have no experience with shibes or huskies. To that, I don't want to trouble the two friends who have shibes she's friendly with, and who are happy and willing to take her into their homes.

Staying at home alone with a small army of humans coming in fulfil her daily toileting, feeds and emotional needs is the best option for Choya. The professional (paid) sitters are excellent. Her walkers came in to sit with her and played too. The friends O and N are sooooo awesome in coming in to check on her as well. N took Ryo over too, and the boy was good company for Choya. The darling friends came sooo often! Gosh.

As a result, while Choya didn't have the best appetite, she didn't go on a food strike — she didn't lose weight. She didn't hurt her paws or gums or mouth by ripping the mats too violently. She also had loads of belly rubs and fabulous company. She was cheeky and still reassured and confident. Gabapentin did its part in taking the roughest edges off of her night terrors. We were super blessed with the weather. There was rain and some bits storms, but those happened mostly in the daytime when there were humans with her.   

When I vacuumed and mopped the flat the night I got back (yeah I stayed up till 4am), it wasn't that dusty or dirty. I realized that her sitters went above and beyond to even do a few quick vacuuming of the flat for me! Wow. The husband is also amazed by the level of professionalism and warmth shown by the sitters and walkers, and absolutely stunned by the depth of my friendships with O and N, and how much they love us. Smol Girl definitely did her part being the most adorbs and manja towards them!

I make it clear that I do not befriend someone so that they can help me look after my dog or extend favors to me. I do not want to 'use' friends in this way. I'd prefer to pay professionals to step into the role of dog-sitting and home-care. Friends should just come in and chill and have some fun and not have to 'work. I'm already grateful that they fit us into their busy schedules. I'm so overwhelmed by the magnitude of kindness and care shown to Choya. 

Saturday, June 15, 2024

それではまた、東京


There was just a tinge of wistfulness when the vacation came to an end and I was airport-bound. That came from knowing that I don't travel as often anymore. Well, it's a choice I've made, and I'm okay with it. This simply means that on every trip I do, I treasure every minute even more, down to the mundane and seemingly insignificant details.  

When people asked if I would be bored with only staying in Tokyo instead of heading out to the suburbs and other towns, I'm like nope. I haven't been to the city for years, so everything is all familiar yet new and strange. There's plenty for me to do in Tokyo without going out of it. I would return to Tokyo again on my own and wander about. I have things that I hadn't done on this trip because I had no time! And also it's very hard to stay at a ceramics shop for half a day with the husband in tow. 

I have my preferred subway lines, and those haven't changed. LOL. What changed is — my Suica card can't be used anymore, oddly. No more PASMO card for tourists and I didn't bother with downloading an app. (I could have just waved the app at the gantries.) So at the airport, I just bought a 'Welcome Suica' tourist card that's valid for 30 days. Along with cab rides, I took many train trips.  

I chose to stay in Toranomon Hills to be close to Hibiya and Ginza train lines. I almost chose to stay at Azabudai Hills area, but since the friends weren't going to be in town, there's no point in staying near them. Toranomon Hills is a lot more convenient for where I wanted to go on this trip. Toggling between the Hibiya and Ginza lines was a breeze. I wouldn't be so affected by weird line closures too. I also prefer quieter spots in the business district compared to staying near or in the 'shopping' areas. 

Toranomon Hills have changed SO MUCH. Wow. I was a bit lost when I got here. New towers popped up. A brand new underground linkway and mall plus food areas offered respite from the weather, especially if a typhoon hits in the day or the rains come in fierce during the day. This round, the rains came in the nights when most of us were asleep and didn't affect many people's schedules unless you do the nights shifts.   

I've eaten very well, and I've eaten all the things that I wanted to eat, avoiding ramen, karaage and not-great tempura. I'M SO PLEASED THAT I GOT TO EAT SO MUCH AWESOME SOBA. Kekekekek. 

Squeezed in one last lunch of soba before we went off to the airport.

Thursday, May 30, 2024

こんにちは東京!

This is the first real vacation that husband and I had in years — a full week in Tokyo. Needless to say, I didn't plan any itinerary. We'll figure out when we get there. We're not going anywhere out of Tokyo, so it's super comfortable. For a month before the trip, my entire head space and energy have been spent on sorting on caregiving logistics for the dog, so much so that I was sorting that out even when I was in Seoul. 

No regrets taking the red-eye flight out to Tokyo. I wanted to stay in for as long as possible to settle Choya before flying out. Considering how much I have been kept awake in the nights for weeks (because, Choya), sleeping in this plane seat isn't an issue at all. LOL In fact, it would be friggin comfortable to sleep without any interruptions. Din of engines, clink of cutlery, toilets flushing and human voices et al aren't any issues for my exhausted mind. I'm only tuned to waking up if Choya whines, pants, retches, scratches or digs. 😂

It was only 11.15pm when the plane took off. Had two glasses of red to ease my anxiety about the dog. Then I set the seat back flat and curled up to snooze with three pillows. Solid sleep was had for five hours before breakfast service. The husband even had a small bottle of sake with his breakfast, at 4.45am. (I didn't.) Okaaaaaay. His holiday mode had been turned on!


I clean forgot to fill up the electronic arrival card and customs declaration. Managed to scramble to fill out our particulars and submitted those before the wifi turned patchy. Whewwwww. Then I settled in to eat my breakfast in peace. But thanks to turbulence, I had no chance to get a coffee inflight. That had to wait till I arrived in Tokyo. Luckily there was at least sencha with breakfast. 

The brilliant husband had declined the arranged car to pick us up from Haneda airport, and didn't tell me till we were in the plane. He was like, super enthusiastic, "Let's be adventurous! Let's take the bus." To that, I sighed, "Didn't you realize that the airport limousine bus hasn't stopped at our hotel since March 2023 and the bus company refuses to put a stop there?" We could take the bus and drop off somewhere and cab it. The man mulled it over, and announced, "Let's take the trains!" So who has to navigate? Yours truly. 

Walao, this is peak hour downtown office traffic. Well, we had a seat from the Keikyu line at the airport, but the office crowd was packing in. Then we were the only tourists with big suitcases braving the Ginza line. Champions. But we made it to the hotel just fine before 9am. Hahahah. The icing on the cake — the hotel decided to be nice and gave us our room earlier than the 3pm check-in time. Yayyy. 

We had landed to a cloudy Tokyo with plenty of odd rain showers. I stared at the news headlines. The first named storm and typhoon of the 2024 Pacific typhoon season—Ewiniar is approaching Okinawa, and due to brush past Tokyo. It would smack Okinawa, but at this point, Tokyo doesn't know if it could come in ferocious. Zzzzzzzz

Thursday, May 16, 2024

Byeeeee Seoul!


Being decades-old friends doesn't mean that we can travel together. E, S and I can. We're compatible in terms of formulating to-do lists, and we complement one another's strengths and weaknesses. We have done do really fun and efficient work trips together, and we can do vacations together. 

I was quite prepared to navigate the streets to wherever we were headed if the girls weren't bothered. But S gamely took up the huge responsibility of using Naver to get us to where is needed. So I cautiously parked my brains and enjoyed her lead. I just didn't want her to feel overburdened. It's our vacation after all. E literally, and very merrily tagged along and handled all the accounts and timetables. LOLOLOL She only made it clear on one thing — 'do not pull me to the gym'. Walao. Sure, not much weights or sweat then. Well, she clocked her steps anyway. Hehehehe. Couldn't be more obliged to these gems.

We're just grateful that health, time and providence have allowed us to do trips together. Our approaches and attitude can be vastly different, but there's no need to fight on this trip because our outlook on finances, where to go and whether to do something are all similar. We seek a collaborative approach to meet objectives. This is not something taken for granted. Especially not for me. I do not compromise easily. 

I'm incredibly thankful for fine weather, smooth flights and a safe journey. Seoul has been so fun with these Seoul-mates, peppered with plenty of Seoul-ful moments. Till the next one, ladies!!! 🤍

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

Time to Pack Up


A week simply flew by. Before we knew it, it's time to pack up and go home. It has been such a much-needed break. I've been sleeping so well in Seoul without a dog to disturb my sleep. I went easy on the alcohol and carbs so that the GI tract isn't irritated. Every night, I've been having nine hours uninterrupted sleep. What a luxury! 

The housekeeping services have been unobtrusive and efficient. They noticed that in the room, we drank a lot more water than coffee or tea. So by Day 2, they gave us double the number of cartons of water. I'm just really tickled by the brand's PR spiel of 'Deep Water'.

The girls shopped and bought a whole lot more than me. They literally bought 5kg of dunno-what things each. E and S's suitcases only weighed 14kg coming into Seoul; they're going home with 22kg each. Ooooof. There's plenty of weight allowance in excess, but naaaah, we're not transporting gadgets or heavy ceramics. S would have bought another suitcase if she really wanted to. HAHAHAHAHA. 

I didn't do that much shopping. I can pack light, but if I don't need to, why bother. I came with 18.9kg and am going home with 20.5kg. LOL On this flight home, it's not a redeye. I'm not the least sleepy. But I'm still not a 'watch a film' person in-flight. I very much prefer to read. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Haebangchon at Yongsan-gu


Haebangchon
 on Yongsan-gu is one of Seoul's last 'moon' villages. The name translates into 'Liberation Village', and was originally a refugee camp for North Korean defectors and domestic migrants for Koreans from the south. 

From a migrant shanty town, it has completely gentrified to become a well, hipster town. The Seoul Metropolitan Government plonked in billions into the village as part of the urban regeneration plan. Still, it's got a lot more cool vibes than anything constructed in Singapore. It simply sprouted organically. The buildings are over 30 years old, and while it's charming, the plumbing and toilets are a nightmare for landlords and tenants. Much of the funds are used to revive and redo sanitation, electricity, heating, water supply, and such.

Shin Heung Art Market is totally taken over by cafes and little retail shops appealing to the young and the tourists. I dunno why, but there're a few Thai restaurants in this area. There're restaurants and ceramic studios that have sprouted around it. I love the Woori Book that's run by a Boss Shibe. LOL

We were up on the hill for that splendid lunch at 소울SOUL, and ended the walk at the bottom of hill with good coffee at Gombal Coffee Roasters. What an absolutely delightful day! Absolutely soul-nourishing. Much needed.

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Gwanghwamun Square


While I didn't manage to get to MPX Gallery to see Tatsuya Tanaka's world premiere of his 'Miniature Life' exhibition (yes, in Seoul), I'm glad that we managed to do long walks at a few museums, art galleries and two palaces. I don't need a giant dose of history or cultural things. But I would like to have a look at these venues and their contents in peace without maddening crowds.

E has never been to Seoul, so she wasn't too bored looking at the palaces that are super accessible to us — Gyeongbokgung and Changdeokgung. We did those very quickly. There're five palaces in Seoul. First-time tourists should do two, I guess. LOL I'm not that keen to go to all of them. Palaces don't interest me very much. They're just fancier feudal type of prison. I can view the changing of guard and the sorts on Youtube or something.

I'm hardly interested in skincare and shopping. Not when I don't have anything to buy for myself. If I do buy, they're all for the other girlfriends. I don't particularly want to do mindless shopping at Myeondong or anywhere else, or to see endless racks of clothes. These activities don't excite me. I'm just there to see how much Seoul has changed, what shoppers see in Seoul, and for the great company and the fun yet reflective conversations. 

Gwanghwamun Square is just next to our hotel. Neither S or I have gone to see the statues on our previous trips. E was quite happy to just tag along with us today. Heh. We had a stroll around the site, looked up at the King Sejong (hailed as inventor of hangul in 1443), the fourth king of the Chosǒn Dynasty, and much feted naval commander Admiral Yi Sun-Shin (1545-1598). That's not to say we didn't know of them before this. We did have to study history in school.

It was a breezy morning. Ahhhh... I miss this cool, crisp air. I've forgotten how lovely it is. Bright sunshine in 24°C and low humidity. Gorgeous.

Thursday, May 09, 2024

Deadlifts, Presses and 40-kg Squats


The benefits of having a personal gym coach and getting familiar with all the weights and machines — I can adjust them on my own without looking like an idiot. I was never very interested in these gym machines. But nowadays, I will just do them for the resistance and weights.

I'm totally justified choosing this hotel. I'm utilizing the hotel gym daily. I'm not going to mess up my training plan and end goals just because I'm on a holiday. The gym is fully equipped and has fancy things. Lat pull-downs, squats and dumbbells, kettlebells, and finally the rower or treadmill for cardio. (And there're that two lovely corners for Pilates and Gyrotonic!) Like I said, 30-40 minutes would be preferable, but if I am pressed for time, I only need 20 minutes. I don't have an excuse to NOT pop down to the gym from the hotel room. 

My New Balance trainers gave way on the first day of this trip. I had meant to use it at the gym and out walking. After one use here, it kinda split. So I couldn't use it to walk outside. But it held up okay for all the gym sessions since I didn't do mad cardio and such. I also didn't bother to buy a new pair here since I brought along two other pairs of walking shoes (Doc Marts and an Onitsuka), and we won't be hiking. I already have NOBULLS at home. I did buy a new pair of gloves! None of that silicone non-slip bullshit inside. Just easy gloves for weights.  

I was pleased to find proper squat racks at the hotel gym. I didn't have anyone to spot me. So I wasn't going to be dumb. I did all my cleans and presses, and front squats with 25-kg. For my back squats, I racked it up to only 40-kg. Did the usual 10 reps X 3 sets for everything. My butt actually ached a fair bit the next day. 

Tuesday, May 07, 2024

The Gyrotonic Bench & Pilates Corner at the Gym


If I'm in a city and in a decent hotel, then the exercise routine doesn't pause. I simply continue with it and find different slots in a day to pop by the gym. While I'm eating well in Seoul, I'm not going big on carbs either. I'm keeping it nicely moderate. I like my food, but I don't have an issue with portion control.

Happiness is turning up at the spacious gym and finding a lovely corner for Pilates, and at the other end, a Gyrotonic bench. Awesome. The entire space for the gym was impressive! Wow. It's also a fitness club. I guess it's smart of the hotel to monetize, and the trainers there also offer 1:1 coaching, which seems seriously popular at all the times I went in. 

After a red-eye, I wasn't going to cardio it or do weights. I wanted a spinal stretch and rotation. Spent a nice chunk of time rotating and warming up on the Gyrotonic bench. Then I went over to the Chair and Ladder Barrel to do some serious stretching. I didn't need the reformer or Cadillac tower at all. 

I knew that there's Pilates equipment at the hotel's gym. But I didn't realize how well-equipped and maintained it is. I'm walking a fair bit in this city. But I would still need to stretch and lift some weights. It's super convenient to come by daily for a quick one. All I need is 20 minutes and a number of fast but easy reps. No excuses. 

Saturday, May 04, 2024

Labor Day Rallies in Seoul

On May 1, we opted to hang out at areas near enough the hotel where we could walk back. Say, within a practical radius of 5km. It's May Day. As long as we're not in Singapore during this day, we would be walking into protests by labor unions and political parties everywhere. It's the same in Seoul. We're not that ignorant. Our hotel is sited smack in the middle of a few venues of Labor Day rallies, and there would be traffic congestion everywhere. We would be mad to try to get a cab back or head out to dinner.  

The police were out in full riot gear in the central Jongno district. Gwanghwamun Square swarmed with thousands of protestors all afternoon. They gathered to sing, wave flags and shout pro-worker slogans in criticism of President Yoon Suk Yeol’s conservative government and its anti-labor policies.

It's Korean domestic politics and labor polices. It's not in my place to comment. I most certainly would rather watch the marches from the safety of my hotel room window than to be caught up in rallies that's none of my business. But our day's itinerary saw us walk by the protestors and police buses. It was absolutely interesting for me to observe these government sanctioned protests, and the police officers supporting registered rallies and marches. Of course it wasn't an air of festivity. In fact, it was a tad sober, and of course, tense. 

In Singapore, we see a lot more MNCs exiting our shores for a cheaper labor market and rental, and lower set-up costs. Retrenchment exercises are becoming the norm. We're not immune to global shifts and economic challenges, but we aren't modifying our labor laws fast enough to be more protective of our own. In PM Lee's final May Day rally before he steps down on 15 May, he zoomed in on tripartism and tripartite leadership. I hope our unions remain sane and gain a bit more clout to fight for the rights of our labor force. Our labor laws are scant. NTUC must do more to allay the average salaried employee's fears. 

PM Lee pointed out three imperatives (social cohesion, long term planning, and political stability and trust) that the future leadership team will have to focus on and steer everyone towards these so that we could survive the next 50 years with no hinterland and no natural resources. We're a construct, and we must stay a relevant construct. 

And we also have to be conscious of other potential divisions in our society: between the “haves” and the “have-nots”; the “Singaporean-born” and “naturalised” citizens; “conservatives” and “liberals”; “current” and “future” generations. All these differences can be exploited politically, to pit Singaporeans one against another, and divide and weaken us. Hence, we have got to continue to work hard to overcome social stresses and tensions, to enlarge our common space, and strengthen our shared Singaporean identity. It is not a static identity. It grows and evolves over time. We are not a specimen in the museum – like that 10 years ago, like that 20 years ago, like that 50 years from now. It will grow, it will evolve. The world changes, we adapt, we move forward. We have to guide that evolution, as best as we can, sensitively and thoughtfully. That is why we moved on the tudung issue, and repealed Section 377A of the Penal Code. These were controversial and difficult issues, but I decided to tackle them, and not to let them fester or to pass them along to my successors. So we prepared the ground carefully, worked out practical compromises, and moved to a more sustainable, long-term position, while fostering mutual understanding and acceptance. Always, when we are dealing with controversial issues, we accept that differences exist, but we will avoid accentuating them. Accept them, do not accentuate them. Instead we foster compromise, strive to enlarge a common space, establish the broadest consensus possible. We will always have fault lines to watch and mind. Never forget, whatever our differences, we are all Singaporeans, first and foremost. And only thus can we survive and thrive in a contested and fractured world.

Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Hello Again Seoul!


So we need a city. Unsurprisingly, we settled on Seoul for this 'girls' trip'. The city is convenient and easy all around with plenty of flights, choices of hotels, transport and food options. If we're really bored, we can always fly out to Jeju Island. But we're not bothered to do that on this short trip. We want to take it really easy.

However, we had plenty on the daily schedules and things going on — after much discussion, we took a redeye. We took a 2.25am flight out. Damn. That was BRUTAL. Staying awake till 2.25am wasn't ideal. We're not doing a redeye again if we can help it. 

I literally went to the airport in pyjamas. LOL I slept for a solid 3.5 hours. But it wasn't super restful. I told the crew that I didn't want breakfast, but I was still woken up by the cabin lights coming on and the clang of the service trolleys and cutlery. So I asked for fruits and a strong cup of Colombian black.

I'm still not into K-Pop or K-drama, and not that keen on Korean food although I know the narrow menu of dishes I do eat. Going with E and S meant that they can decide what they want to do and I'll just toddle along. I've done the indie gigs and rounds and beer in Seoul. I can just stroll along the streets, and I suppose I can try out the skincare products this time, and do whatever easy things the girls want to do that they don't usually have time to do in Singapore. 

Annyeonghaseyo Seoul!

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

Red, White & Blue Bag :: 紅白藍帆布袋


Since the 1960s, Wah Ngai Canvas (華藝帆布, established in 1954) and its founder Lee Wah 李華 are known as the maker of the iconic red, white and blue nylon bags, literally, 紅白藍帆布袋. Films used to have these bags to store corpses in, but nowadays they use suitcases. LOL I also have an actual 紅白藍袋 that I use to move bulky items around and when not in use, it's folded up. These are as sturdy as the IKEA bags.

Now, the popularity of these bags meant that they're an avenue to do social good. A concept shop run by New Life Psychiatric Rehabilitation Association have the disabled and mentally-challenged workers up their mental health by sewing these bags in workshops in Kowloon and sold all over the world. They're obviously priced a lot higher than what you can buy off of Taobao, Shopee and Lazada. As consumers, we then choose where we want to spend to get these bags. I simply want neat and tight stitching. It's meant to be brand-less. It's supposed to be the antithesis of a brand, or at least not a designer brand. 

I have some of those in nylon, and a mini version as a stylized tote made of fabric. The fabric tote was a fun buy from Hong Kong. I was in Cheung Chau and walked into a shop selling handmade fabric bags. The lady boss could make a few for me in the desired designs if I had another day to return to pick it up or 2.5 hours to wait for her to make one bag. I couldn't. So I simply took what was available on the racks. There was one in water-resistant frabic. The lady's stitching was top-notch, and she made an extra layer of fabric for the bottom of the bag. 

Sure, the nylon ones are used mainly for dog things and activities or supermarket runs. But this fabric tote — I'm very fond of. I don't just use it to carry random extra items around or as a shopping bag. On some days, I also use it as a bag-bag. I don't need to lug around designer bags all the time. They're just stashed at home. If I feel like taking them out, I will. If I don't, then I don't. I don't feel any social pressure to do so (got past that); I needn't live up to anyone's sartorial expectations. 

Monday, July 24, 2023

Do Memories Hold You Back or Do They Provide Healing Warmth?


It took the flights to and fro Bangkok for me to finish Banana Yoshimoto's 'Dead-end Memories' (first published in Japanese in 2003) / 吉本ばなな『デッドエンドの思い出』because I couldn't concentrate on reading. Otherwise I would have cleared this in an hour. 

Translated into English by Asa Yoneda in 2022, the translator kept the author's economical touch when it comes to language. It made this read rather pleasant. I was just distracted — I was happily utilizing the complimentary in-flight wifi to check on Choya via the pet-cam, and texting the sitters and O. Hurhurhur. 

The five stories in this book see five different women each dealing with a challenging event in their lives, and how kindness from others led them to a more cheerful path, something that ultimately makes them happy, rather than wallow in sadness or uncertainty. (Reviews hereherehere and here.)

'House of Ghosts'

The book opens with 'House of Ghosts', and well, the narrator Secchan encounters the benign ghosts of the previous occupants of her college friend's Iwakura's apartment. He lives in a dilapidated building slated for demotion. The ghosts are an elderly couple who died of carbon monoxide poisoning. The elderly couple used to visit Secchan's family restaurant. Secchan loved cooking and wanted to carry on the meaning of her family business. Iwakura's family runs a bakery that specializes in cake rolls.

She finally saw the ghosts after spending a sensual night with Iwakura. She thought that they live in ghost time and couldn't see her, and seem happy pottering about. Iwakura is due to fly out to Paris to learn cooking, and she visited him one last time, along with sticks of incense and a single white chrysanthemum as offerings for the elderly couple. They also made omurice and pork curry for them as an offering.

This is a very long story. The young lovers took a break as each chased their respective dreams and futures. The apartment was torn down, and in its place, a new one rose. Eight years later, Secchan and Iwakura are married. It's a beautiful love story of a relationship that is set to endure the decades.

I might never get another chance to cook a meal as powerful as that one, but even now, when I got tired and my arms felt heavy, or I started to overseason my dishes, I could think back to the intention I'd poured into it — the old couple's final supper on earth, and my last send-off for Iwakura—and remind myself what it was all for.

Being a cook meant any meal I made could end up being someone's last.

'Mama!' 

We follow the tale of publishing company executive Matsuoka who was poisoned by a colleague via her lunch of curry at the staff cafeteria. She was poisoned by Mr Yamazoe who had a history of stalking his female colleagues. Yu, her boyfriend spent a lot more time getting to know her as she recuperates. They're living together as a trial before marriage. Matsuoka carries a lot of baggage about starting a family of her own. Her dad died when she was four; her mom abused her (found out by the school and authorities), and she was brought up by her grandparents. 

The recovery process is slow. She was on the news as the 'poisoning victim'. She has PTSD from it, and can't deal with questions about the incident from strangers, colleagues or the police anymore. 'Mama!' indeed caused her this much repressed pain. She lashed out at her clients and her boyfriend Yu. She isn't fully comfortable at the office anymore. She took a much-needed time-out for a month — got married with Yu, went for a honeymoon in Hawaii, dealt with all old hurt caused by her mother and new pains, and got better. 

Either way, I'd never been the kind of person to dwell too much on the past, and didn't have a habit of thinking too much about the future, either. So I had no idea that there was a sad and murky swamp biding its time inside me, which an unexpected trigger could bring even in a small way to the surface. 

'Not Warm At All'

This is a lovely but sad tale of a childhood friendship that was abruptly ended. The narrator, a writer studied in Paris and returned to her hometown where she runs workshops and teaches evening classes on French literature. Her family runs a bookstore. She took us through her life and her memories, and of a childhood friend Makoto who was killed in a murder-suicide by his biological mother, who also stabbed his father. She never forgot this friend and remembers him fondly. 

The title 'Not Warm At All' is a discussion between the narrator and Makoto about lights being turned on in homes, and if those lights actually emanate from the humans instead, since lights in a home make one feel warm and welcoming.

But I've still never made a friend as good as Makoto, and while I sometimes date, I've never felt as strongly for a man as I did when I told him we should get married.

I often wonder whether those that are too pure are destined to live fleeting lives, like cats that are beautiful and white as snow, or birds with gossamer features. 

'Tomo-chan's Happiness'

The tale seems to remind us that God doesn't help her when she needs help most, but rather she found a reserve of help within spirits and nature, and something within herself. It tells us of Tomo-chan's life growing up. She saw how her father betrayed her mother with his young secretary, had a baby with her, and hated the boy who sexually violated her at sixteen. She isn't going to fall in love easily, and neither does she harbor high hopes of finding a man "with a warm heart"

Then she fell in love with Misawa-san, a man who works in another company in the same building, and also lunches at the staff cafeteria. She has noticed him long ago, but he had a girlfriend then. It took some time before the timing was right and they finally met properly when he is single again. She doesn't know if this trip to Hokkaido with Misawa-san will work out. So, 'Tomo-chan's Happiness' she doesn't know if they'll be happy forever, but the tale says that she's willing to try, and she'll find strength to face it. 

Okaaay. I was a bit bored with this one. What on earth is it trying to say? She isn't my friend, so I don't feel much about her circumstances and what's going on in her life. I'd feel very differently if Tomo-chan is a friend.

'Dead-end Memories'

The final story in the collection is also its titular story. It's a tad weak in its storyline. It tells the tale of a young woman Mimi Yokoyama who tries to sweep things under the carpet until she finally discovers that her fiancé Takanashi has been cheating on her for a year. They've been dating since college days, so she lets it be when he doesn't visit her anymore. They live cities only an hour apart by train. The fiancé doesn't invite her to his new apartment and when she visits, she realizes that he has a new fiancee. Takanashi also owes her a million yen that she doesn't know how to get back. 

She found a confidante in young bartender Nishiyama who works at her uncle's bar. Nishiyama helps her to get it back in the form of a car. I was a tad pissed with Mimi. Why doesn't she stand up for herself? On her own? Instead, she has to seek help in the form of...... another man. But they didn't exactly have a romantic relationship. They felt more like comrades in this life, each offering friendships to the other lonely soul. Her memories ain't that dead-end after all. 

It struck me that family, work, friendships, engagements — all of these were like spiderwebs placed to protect people from the more distressing colors that lurked within themselves. The more safety nets you had under you, the less far you had to fall, and if you were lucky you might live your entire life without even noticing what was below. 

Thursday, July 20, 2023

Choya Was Home Alone!


It was a short trip to Bangkok for the man and I, but it was as long as we were willing to leave Choya, and not exhaust her caregivers. Choya's care required meticulous planning. I knew that leaving Choya at home alone and engaging professional sitters and paying them well for their time and effort to do drop-ins was the way to go. These sitters I've engaged are utterly ethical and have uncompromising values when it comes to caring for dogs. It also helps that they're trained vet techs.

While the sitters are absolutely professional and know how to walk a dog and feed her, I also needed to help them by working out logistics on my side and be very clear and organized. I drafted the AM/PM environment and 10-point instructions, took photos of where things are placed and labeled them, et cetera. We even planned for contingencies of flight delays, because that would mean an extra day of care needed. Choya is completely house trained. She is perfectly fine home alone, till the thunder crackles. Still, this is the first time she was left alone for more than six hours, what more for a few days. There would be some sort of anxiety that I needed to try to foresee, manage and ameliorate. 

Smol Girl is neurotic and has severe storm anxiety. She has a tendency to scratch till her nails and paws bleed. That blood splatter all over can be scary. I needed experienced professionals who know what to do. This isn't a vet emergency unless she tears off a nail. I can't control the weather. I could only pray as hard as I could for weather mercies. Amen. Thankfully, the weather held through the nights, for each of the 12 hours that she was alone. Alexa did her job, and the sitters set the PM environment, with a little help from Gabapentin. No blood was spilled. Thank God.

My neighbors too, were absolutely lovely. They dropped in every afternoon with Maya and Ivy (Choya's childhood friends) to cheer her up. And floof-fwens totally did so. These floofs made her so happy and rode through thunderstorms with her. She counted four sundowns, and then she was thrilled to see us walk through the front door, finally. 🦊


I couldn't believe my ears and luck when O volunteered to be the main human to come check in on Choya. OMG. That was amazingly precious. It's an offer that no money can buy. What a friend! And she did. She really did. I felt so bad that she portioned out so much time for Choya. O has my eternal gratitude. I'll never forget this humongous favor she has done for us.

So many good friends reached out to offer to check in on Choya. They know that sitters can bear the bulk of the work of walking and feeding, but it would be a breeze if everyone rotates to check in on Smol Girl. I'm so appreciative. They didn't need to — these four people got it down pat. But I know that I have many people to depend on in the event of an emergency. I'm blessed, and I can't be more grateful for these friendships. #FriendsForLife All these, gave me a peace of mind to do what I needed to do in Bangkok. 

The man and I came home to a dog who isn't the least bit traumatized by our absence. In fact, she was so cheeky greeting us that night when we stepped through the door. My sweet girl's temperament is still even, and she is herself, all cheek and sass. This, is priceless. 🧡

Wednesday, July 19, 2023

แล้วพบกันใหม่ กรุงเทพฯ


Just like that, this short jaunt to Bangkok is done! Ate all the fiery chillies and spices, and a ton of som tam. I can't find these flavors in Singapore, and ate them to my heart's content here. Popped into Boots to stock up on eczema creams, meds. I didn't have to step into grocers or supermarkets to get spices, chillies and such because the friends thoughtfully packed all these into a giant carton for me to just lug home as 'fragile baggage'. Oh my. I even managed to get in a few foot massages. But I had no more time to do any other shopping, which was fine by me. Time in the city was so limited that leisure shopping for non-essentials ranked low on the list of to-dos.

I was so pleased to be able to chatter away in Tinglish. I've missed the friends so very much. It was an opportune weekend because many people happened to be in town and were only flying out the next week. Whewww. They would be taking packs of the bak kwa I brought over to many cities. Yayyy. Drank copious amounts of coffee and whisky. I'm sooo glad I caught up with many old Chula mates and long-time friends. รักพวกคุณทุกคน While some of them have popped in to Singapore in the past two years and we had great outings together, it meant a lot more to me to be in Bangkok with them this round.

Picked a convenient hotel in Rosewood that was directly linked to Phloen Chit BTS and to a sheltered walkway leading to Central Embassy mall. I wouldn't be going out of Sukhumvit Road. I mainly lurked at BACC, Chulalongkorn University and Jim Thompson Art Center, so this location was ideal. 

I'm not here to check out famous restaurants or IG-worthy cafes. I'm here to watch a play, to see friends, and get many many IRL hugs. And finally, to speak in Thai instead of having to type out long sentences in Thai. I don't like typing long texts on the phone in Chinese, Thai or Japanese. It's very painful hor. I simply use the rather-workable dictation function. Heh! 

I kept the eating and drinking moderate to keep indigestion at bay, and didn't let a bloated stomach or alcohol in the blood disrupt my sleep. I slept so deeply for six hours every night, dreamless, and woke up refreshed. Being in Bangkok this loooong weekend meant everything to me. I'm still in disbelief that it happened. Placed my trust in Singapore Airlines for punctual flights and faster clearance and immigrations, and it didn't disappoint. When you have a dog who is home alone, you will want to get home to her asap. 

นี่เป็นวันหยุดที่ยอดเยี่ยมมาก ลาก่อนกรุงเทพ พบกันเร็ว ๆ นี้หวังว่า

Monday, July 10, 2023

สวัสดีกรุงเทพอีกครั้ง :: Hello, Krung Thep!


Hey Bangkok/Krung Thep, you're another city of my heart. How I've missed you. Can't believe that I'm here! And I'm here with the husband. It's our first trip together in 3.5 years. Didn't think this could be real because the care of Choya is a huge concern that is our priority. If things didn't pan out, the husband was willing to stay and have me come instead. Can't believe that I managed to make this trip happen. There were so many moving pieces. I put things in place and prayed for the best. I can't be more thankful that it is happening. More about this later. 

It was hilarious because we thought to arrive at the boarding gate at 7am for the 7.30am SQ flight out. They did say that the boarding gate would close 10 minutes before departure time. Yet they sent people out to meet us halfway to the boarding gate. That was 7.05am. I was bemused. We got into our seats at 7.08am. Realized that we were the last ones in. It was a rather empty flight, as expected of this timing. THEN, get this, the moment we belted up, the plane doors closed and we took off at 7.12am. SAY WHAT.

I love complimentary inflight-wifi if I'm on vacation or a personal trip. I really don't mind it to check all my stuff and not to do work. I had plenty of time to text Bangkok peeps that I'm coming in. I didn't exactly tell them prior! I told two friends whom I knew I would meet. I didn't want to bother the rest, especially when this is a peak work period and many are also traveling and won't be in Bangkok.

We landed to a light drizzle in Bangkok. Cleared customs fast and the baggage retrieval wasn't too slow — all done within 40 minutes of arrival. We were still 20 minutes earlier than scheduled. I thought to just take a cab or get the hotel to send a car. But K insisted that she had time, and would pick us up and drop us at the hotel. She was literally on her way to the office, which wasn't near the airport at all. It was a giant detour from home to the airport, and to our hotel, then her office. K decided to skive off the morning (legitimately she could); she had a coffee with us before leaving. I was sooo touched. 🥹

อา เพื่อนรักของฉัน มันดีมากที่ได้พบคุณอีกครั้ง