And who wrote this?

In this life
I am your love
And in the next
And the next
In each life
We forfeit
The next
I was snail
I was algae
I was fern
In each life
You are my love
The chalk bed says
The limestone says
We will never be
Man and woman
We will never be
We may never meet as man
And woman
But at each terminal
Wait for me

At the source of fire
The source of water
Where all sources meet
In the hollow where we were
There was a man
Before he was fern
Before he was algae
Before he was coal…

Wait for another
My love
It will be me

Who wrote this?

Found this today among the papers I was shredding. Hand written by me. Must have copied it from somewhere but Googling yielded no results….

The greatest pleasure of life is love
The greatest treasure contentment
The greatest possession health
The greatest ease is sleep
The greatest medicine is a true friend
And the greatest power is to have them all

Give LKY his last wish!

I have three reasons why Singaporeans mustn’t frustrate Mr Lee Kuan Yew’s last wish: to have his home at 38 Oxley Road demolished.

1) Any old Singaporean’s last will and testament will be honoured, unless contested and deemed invalid by the courts, due to forgery or incompetence of the person making the will. There aren’t such concerns about Mr Lee’s will. So if any old Singaporean with a valid will can have his last wishes honoured, how dare Singaporeans, well meaning or otherwise, try to countermand what is his final wish? Surely Mr Lee has as much right as the next Singaporean on what to do with his personal assets? Or are we so presumptuous that we believe we have the right to decide just because he is the founding father of independent Singapore and so belongs to the nation?

2) If the argument for going against his wish is that his home should be fossilised for posterity because that’s where most of his ideas for Singapore were born, then I think it implicitly diminishes what are his handiwork all around us in Singapore. Ex-Indonesian president Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono puts it succinctly when he said “Lee Kuan Yew’s legacy lives in every rock, every tree, every building and every home in this country”. When the late Mr Lee is everywhere in Singapore, why do we need to confine him to Oxley Road?

3) The third and last reason for honouring Mr Lee’s wish, I think, is that it would allow him to share posthumously what many Singaporeans of the Pioneer Generation had experienced at some time in their lives, especially their early lives: the loss of home and other property as a result of land acquisition and/or resettlement to build a better Singapore. If I speculate correctly then it would be such a shame if the first among the Pioneer Generation were to have his intention nullified due to the misplaced sentimentality of those who don’t realise that Lee Kuan Yew is bigger than 38 Oxley Road where the annals of history, local and global, are concerned. He stands closer to Deng Xiaoping who was not only cremated but also no niche or urn contains his remains. His ashes were scattered at sea!

I adapt this well-known poem to remind us, or at least myself, how we should view our country’s first Prime Minister.

Do not stand at Oxley Road and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond lights on Marina Bay.
I am the sunshine come what may.
I am the gentle and not so gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of focussed birds in daily flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at Oxley Road and cry;
I am not there. I do not die.

Another way to honour Lee Kuan Yew

Today, I was at one of the new “integrated” developments looking at its show flats and price list.

The two property agents showing me around were attentive and informative. A bit pushy in that they tried to generate an urgency to commit but still not OTT.

Anyway, after settling down to look at price and units available, we got to indulge in a bit of small talk.

Given the events of recent days it was as natural as night becoming day for us to talk about Mr Lee Kuan Yew and the unending queues to pay respect to his memory.

“I didn’t go to any of the wakes,” confided the girl agent when the boy agent stepped away to photostat some papers for me to take home to study.

I raised an eyebrow at her confession but was pleasantly surprised by her follow up: “I have other ways to honour him. I will vote PAP at the next election.”

Pleasantly surprised because it was unprompted and better still, the exact same sentiment I hold. And which I have shared with friends privately ever since Mr Lee was no more.

No better way to honour his memory and ensure the Singapore he built with so much care won’t go from First World to the Third in fewer than 50 years!

The Prime Minister can call his election any time. It won’t make any difference to those who are determined to honour Mr Lee’s memory through supporting the party he founded.

Doing it my way?

Like Petunia Lee, I found and still find it difficult to add to the tributes and sharings that since Monday have come into my consciousness like a tsunami via various Internet media, the print platforms, TV and radio.

It’s not that I don’t honour and respect Mr Lee Kuan Yew, my country’s first Prime Minster who released us from the yoke of colonialism, whether British or Malaysian.

I do. From the bottom of my heart.

But whatever tributes I have to make have already been made by more significant voices and in more meaningful ways.

On Monday morning, I went to the temple in Waterloo Street to remember Mr Lee in a way that’s meaningful to me.

On the journey, I made it a point to give way to drivers who wanted to change lanes or exit from side roads, despite it being my right of way every time. It’s not something I do willingly on normal days.

I gave way as a conscious small effort to thank Mr Lee for having led Singapore for so long and so successfully. For my benefit and my family’s.

But perhaps that’s the wrong thing to do? Dedicate road courtesy to the giant who has just left us? Like some consider it wrong of the MP who dedicated his work out to Mr Lee’s memory. Ditto the bakery chain for creating a bun to sell in his memory even when the proceeds are going to charity?

I wonder why it is more appropriate to queue for hours to pay respect to his remains or write condolence notes and send flowers?

Sure, those are the conventional routes to express respect and sorrow.

Still,let’s not diss all other well-meaning but less orhodox things done out of the pure desire to remember the father of independent Singapore.


One S’pore with Lee Kuan Yew


One country, one nation, one Singapore!

Originally posted on FOOD fuels me to talk...:

Below is the kind of photograph (taken on May 21 @ the Istana) that the likes of Temasek Review, Feed Me to the Fish, Singapore Notes, Singapore Statistician and the 1,001 one anti-PAP/Government bloggers would never dream of including, highlighting or even mentioning in their regular vitriol.

united we stand behind you

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