I am really liking the freshly-minted ME in this milestone year of mine…what a ride! Not sure what shifted and how but having entered a new decade made me truly appreciate how rich my life has been, and how everything…everything up to this point has led me so nicely to where I am now.

And how fortunate am I?

The way I am feeling right now…anything’s possible! Have learnt so much from other like-minded souls recently at a festival filled with people who want to change the world by living true to their calling. Awesome? Yes, and so empowering.

I am reminded that the life that I am envisioning and can feel, touch and see is now right on the other side of my fears and the limits I had set for myself. So, the fears and limits have to go! Right now, this is my decision…A year from now, I will be living a wonderful, barely unrecognisable life and you are gonna say, “Is that really you?”.

Can’t wait!


Stranger in my Own Land


It was just a simple decision … a personal ‘C’mon, don’t be a wuz!’ moment. You see, I own a car and drive everywhere while in Singapore and have been since I got my driver’s licence all those years ago. The exceptions being if I am enjoying the odd big night-out – then I’d hop in cab like a smart person.

I happen to have a rare not-so-packed Saturday afternoon yesterday so instead of driving to where I needed to be in Orchard Road (which is Singapore’s busiest shopping street – think Oxford Street in London, Harajuku in Tokyo or Central in Hongkong), which will be jam-packed and a B**** to park, I thought I’d do the smart thing and park on the outskirts of the city and take the MRT (local underground) instead.

Boy, I did not expect it to be such an emotional experience for me.

The last time I took the MRT in my hometown was…let’s see…I can’t remember really. So let’s call it ten years ago. At first, it felt kinda nice when I walked into the City Hall station (one of the busiest)…like I am a tourist on holiday :)) It brought a sense of deja vu – like I am in London again (miss it big time!). In fact I know the London underground system better than this one in Singapore! Strange, right?  I do not own one of those stored value cards and so had to buy a ticket. I had to consult the train map and a real human being standing next to that big map to make sure I did not hop onto the wrong train. What a story I would be able to tell then, huh? Can’t even get onto the correct train in my own country!


Anyway, I got onto the right train going my way but along the way…a new wave swept in as my senses took in everything. The lights, noises, sights, stares, odours and fragrances. Familiar yet very strange at the same time.

Once on the train (I did remember to hold onto a handle, thank you!), I was able to engage in my usual pastime of making a mental count of how many people at a glance are glued to their digital devices. I have said on several occasions to whoever was listening that if aliens landed on earth today and observed human behaviours, they would certainly want to know why most are staring at screens instead of looking up, around or talking to one another BUT I digress! While doing that in my head (about 80% were digitally-glued, in case u wanna know),  I also noticed several young female fashionistas (accent on hair and eye lashings!), male urbanistas (headphones appear to be an important male fashion accessory) and the conservatives (“Don’t see me, I wanna be invisible”), the half-asleeps and the I’m-too-cool-to-be-here types. Hmm…which type am I?  In my casuals, flats, sunglasses on head, carrying a big bag (which I used as a weight for resistance training, btw, why waste the journey, right?)…

Look, it’s not like I have not observed people before this but somehow, being in the same carriage on the train yawing back and forth and screeching, makes it feel like a cinematic experience, only very very real and makes me feel very very weird and out of place.

Then off I hopped when I arrived at Orchard where the real bustling and jostling began. Boy, was it hot too (Singapore’s experiencing our longest drought since 1869, but again, I digress!). In front of me was a portly older uncle walking pretty briskly and I noticed his white T-shirt had more than a few holes at the back…an Indian gentleman next to him had slippers on that looked like they were three sizes too small. Hmm.

I swung around the corner to meander into the direction I was supposed to go and what I saw hit me in a most visceral way. There, sitting in her wheelchair was a frail old lady (about 80+?) with a bag on her lap and her hands outstretched with tissue paper packets…hoping for someone to buy them. The crowd ahead and behind me was moving fast and not wanting to slow everyone down, I feverishly reached into my bag for some dollar notes so I could buy some from her. As I reached her, my heart felt very heavy and all it took was to look her in the eyes to see her loneliness and fragility. All I could say was “Thank you, auntie” and as I walked away, my tears started rolling. That could be MY mother if her children didn’t look after her…I am sure no one in their 80’s expect to be selling tissue packs in Orchard Road to eke out a living. Someone like that tissue auntie needed to be looked after, cared for and loved as I am sure she had worked her whole life before yesterday.

I was pretty perturbed by the feelings and tears that welled up … but more so by my desire to suppress my emotions immediately then so they wouldn’t hurt me so much as I rushed to get to my destination, just like everyone else around me yesterday.

Who would have thought a simple decision to ‘park and ride’ turned out to be one of ‘see and feel’. I am still feeling… having seen a part of Singapore I had somehow been blind to, all because I am always behind the wheels in the comfort of my car.

Hope you had a good weekend where your soul was touched in some way too.


A Manifestation Manifesto


I admit I had been pretty reflective over the last few days… more so this year than in recent past. Perhaps it’s because of 2013 being the year of my personal reinvention (going really well, thanks!), after many years of being a cog in someone else’s wheels. I practiced and strengthened a few new muscles last year (letting go, letting be, less judgement, more listening, restraint on spending on the nice-to-haves, better creative expression – this blog is one avenue, networking…) so a little pat on the back is well-deserved 🙂

What do I wish for myself in this new milestone year? Mostly to remain fearless and push ahead in spite of the doubts, have loads more fun while doing so…and not to mistake activity for achievement! Continue to believe. And yes, the biggie – to trust and love again.

Here’s to a rewarding year for you too in whatever phase of life you are in right now, and do share your hopes for 2014 🙂

Notes to Self

Notes to Self

Always something bittersweet about this time of year…


I don’t know about you but Christmas, the end of a year and the anticipation of another always brings about mixed emotions for me. It’s the “I can’t believe it…where did the year go?” vibe mixed with “OK, now that this one’s nearly over, let’s not cry over the spent days, and just focus on the next set of 365 fresh days for us to try to do something worthwhile, shall we?” sentiment that make me feel all pensive.

Earlier this evening, I was amongst a circle of women who chose to spend the evening showing gratitude for all that is in our lives this year, while sharing intimately how much has gone on that has made this a rather roller-coaster ride for most. The elation and disappointments.

And yet, we lift our spirits and our gaze to face another day. And we know if we are lucky, there will be many more days to come…for the lessons we will go through, and the joys we will feel. Over and over again till we understand and embrace our individual journeys in this lifetime.

Courage. That is what I want to give thanks for mostly today. A pat on my own back for jumping off my metaphoric cliff this year to reinvent myself, and for the courage I see displayed in so many of my friends in their own lives.

2014…here I come.

Embrace the leaps worth living for!

Embrace the leaps worth living for!

Do not let go…

One life to live. What difference can I make?

One life to live. What difference can I make?

I have been accused many times of being a control freak of sorts and it’s been one of the hardest lessons for me to learn to let go of things (and people) I absolutely have no control over. The learning there is that letting go does not mean ‘not caring’ and most times, it’s just about letting things be! Still learning…but I am better at it as time and wisdom sets in.

However, there are some things worth holding on to. They help define our sense of self, individuality and mostly gives up that sense of hope and possibility which differentiates us from other creatures, I suppose.

There was a man I met a few years ago who left me speechless in the most innocent of ways, when he said to me earnestly, “So, tell me, what are the dreams you dream of…”

No one has ever asked me that since like, forever. Probably not since I was a child, and not in that manner. Not even my closest friends.

So today, if you are reading this – let me ask you: “What are your dreams?”

Breathe them in, smile and promise yourself never to let them go.

Thanks for the reminder, Edison!


I read this quote in one of the books I was browsing at my chiropractor’s office the other day…yes, please see a chiro if you haven’t already…three weeks and I feel like a new woman 🙂 Anyway, I digress. This quote from Thomas Edison reinforced my own view about how a true ‘doctor’ helps someone heal himself/herself, and if we take care of our frame (structure – the spine is most definitely included!), our diet and I guess I would add our worldview, then we can truly help ourselves in the pursuit of a healthy body and mind!

Feeling so blessed 🙂