Posts under ‘The Global Nomad’

I went ‘fishing’ during two extremely boring and redundant 3-hour-long briefings today. Don’t mind me. I’m sure my bosses share the same sentiments, having been forced to sit through the same.
If there’s anything that turns me off and makes me squirm in my seat, it’s poor English. Or heavy Singlish, in what should [...]

It is necessary not to be “myself,” still less to be “ourselves.”
The city gives one the feeling of being at home.
We must take the feeling of being at home into exile
We must be rooted in the absence of a place.
To uproot oneself socially and vegetatively.
To exile oneself from every earthly country.
To all that to others, [...]

A realisation.
The more my emotions threaten to surface, the more I’d try to bottle them up.
These days, words, feelings… don’t come as easily as before.
It’s how I cope. I try to remain detached. At first, it takes some conscious effort. But now, I’m becoming effortlessly indifferent.
It’s been a while since I have attempted to re-settle [...]

Or… why we should embrace conflicts.
When things are not going as smoothly as it should or could be, it can be taxing, a little, yet it can be so fun and delightfully enlightening, if only we allow ourselves to take that step back to breathe and observe objectively. No matter how well you think [...]

Last Thursday, when the Straits Times published an article on how Singaporeans stick together overseas in the UK, Xiao texted me early in the morning pointing me to page 6 of the Life! section. We talked about it throughout the course of the day.
Why is it that some of us find the concept of [...]

It is only recently that I have come to understand the reasons why certain things in my life have come to be so. How they can be the way they are, how they should stay that way. I am continually uprooting and planting myself in new places, new circles of friends. Hence the baggage from [...]

So it’s already been a decade.
How quickly time has passed – I can still remember watching the telly when they broadcasted the Chinese troops marching into Hong Kong, and they lowered the Union Jack and handed the Governor’s flag to Chris Patten. I recall my obsession with collecting colonial-era stamps and making sure that [...]

‘QuGee’ as a moniker for our original household came about in an unoriginal fashion. We were living on Queen’s Gate… shorten that to QG, and read it out aloud. There. It was one of those things which you’d thought would be a temporary solution, but somehow, it stuck. We started using the term in conversations, [...]