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The Penultimate Stop


Thanksgiving. Grateful for my Writers’ Group–The Penultimate Stop. There are just 3 of us – Lianne Ong, award winning author of Stacey & the Museums series, Lucy Cheng, a closet writer with an exquisite vocabulary, and me. But just in one year, we have clocked these achievements:




  1. Singapore Hawker Food – written, critiqued and published (Armour).
  2. The Hunted Lion – sequel to “Lion Boy and Drummer Girl” (Epigram), written, critiqued and sent to publisher.
  3. Three picture books for a series for Special Needs – written, critiqued and with publisher now. Will update when it is published!
  4. A 5000-word financial drama – written, critiqued and submitted for Commonwealth Short Story Prize 2018.
  5. An illustrated book celebrating Spore’s Bicentennial 2019 – written and being critiqued.


Fiction_Love Saecularis

I wrote this story years ago, but did not post it as it might seem a shameless plagiarism of a famous tale. However, this so exactly describes my life that I have to put it down. This story is as close to an autobiography as I can get.  (more…)

Story-The Beginning of the End

An interesting person gave me this interview in Toa Payoh Lorong 8 market and I duly wrote it up and sent it around to the publishers. But nobody wanted it (I wonder why? Is the writing style awkward or the facts sound implausible?) Anyway, please judge for yourself. (more…)

Story_The Spire

Do you ever tire of the crowds? What would it be like to live 150 levels above the commonfolk’s plane of existence? This story explores such a life… (more…)


I’ve decided to simply write the stories because they want to be told, and not worry about whether publishers want them or what categories they fit in.
And if they are heartstoppingly beautiful solely in my mind’s eye and will only ever have an audience of one, then so be it.

Nian and the Angel of Death

A silver and grey serpent with flaking scales, overgrown toenails and halitosis crawled onto the red-tiled roof of a house overlooking the sea. The four shishi guarding the corners of the roof shook their ceramic manes nervously. His deathly wheeze unsettled them. (more…)

Poem-Birthday 2017

It’s my birthday
It’s been a year since my last birthday
And you remembered it?
The month? And the date?

It’s my birthday
How ever did you know?
Did you put it in your diary
Together with Christmas
And Thanksgiving?

It’s my birthday
And you want to celebrate it?
You called a few friends
And they’re coming?
They’re putting aside everything,
Just for me?

It’s my birthday
And you remembered
the kind of cake I liked –
All cream, no crust.
You put up balloons,
Colour coded the décor,
So it was all pink.

It’s my birthday
And it’s going to be the best birthday ever
It’s always the best birthday
When you celebrate with me.

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