And just like that I’m documenting our 4th week of Mother-Son weekly evening walk.
It all started as a stroll around Gardens by the Bay with an idea of pushing it to the Barrage for a cool view of the city at sunset. Since he wasn’t complaining we crossed the barrage to get another view of the city and when he asked where was the bus stop/MRT station and I pointed it out over the bay he was game for the finish line.
Our initial little stroll around Gardens by the Bay ended up aa a 8-km walk around the bay with great views of the city at dusk.
He might secretly love those walks but would never admit it because #coolness
The hobby of Bird singing…. in time of social distancing.
A couple months ago while walking the Coast-to-Coast trail we walked not far from the Kebun Bahru Birdsinging club and I mentioned it to my fellow walkers. I was surprised none of them knew what I was taking about (one said she had heard about it but never saw it) so I made them do a little detour to show it to them.
We came across it not long after arriving in Singapore in 2016 so I’m always surprised people don’t know about these little gems.
The century-old Singaporean tradition of bird-keeping is itself an endangered species, its continuing survival dependant on a small community of passionate enthusiasts.
In an expanse of parkland just north of central Singapore, dozens of ornate cages dangle from tall poles, swaying gently in the breeze. In the cages perch an array of chirping songbirds; at ground level, their owners mill around, drinking tea and chatting. thetradition is social: it’s about a close-knit community of enthusiasts bonding over the intricacies of their hobby.
The Kebun Baru Bird Singing Club is the largest bird-singing and display arena in Southeast Asia – but they’re not the only surviving practitioners of the hobby. “There are many little pockets of bird displays all over the country,” explains Robin Chua. “These are often confined to one or two types of songbirds. They are usually on the ground floor of a block of public flats or just a small structure on the ground for hanging a few cages.” Locally, these are known as ‘bird corners’.
We used to take planes to seek out adventures, we are now content that we can still get on the water (either in team of 6 or team of 2 currently) for our outrigger canoe sessions every week.
Give us lemons and we’ll make lemonades.
I once read that “Money will only make you more of what you already are” (if you are an a$$ you won’t become nicer with money 😉). Well I would extend that a pandemic will accentuate your traits too. A negative person/complainer won’t all of sudden starts to see the glass half full or see their privileges. 🤷♀️
“I have fond memories of growing up in Chinatown in the 1970s. I liked to ram the streets, soaking in the chaotic sights, smells and sounds. Trenggany Street was the busiest street as it cut through Sago Street, Smith Street, Temple Street and Pagoda Street. It hosted a morning wet market, an afternoon food market, and a night market for sundries, food and snacks. At the corner of Smith Street, there was a stall that I feared walking past most. It butchered and sold exotic wildlife like snakes, iguanas, turtles, anteaters, and more. thinking back, these memories were so vivid, it feels like they just happened yesterday. This painting allows me to wander those streets again!”
Back in March/April Yip Yew Chong had a few exhibitions across Singapore. The first one was at ArtPorters gallery with some of his mural inspired art and then 2 exhibitions back to back, one at the Substation, followed by one in the hotel Sofitel. Those pieces were slightly different than his murals but still very intrigued and detailed paintings. You could lose yourself in front of each of his canvas. I will post one each Monday (it will last until the end of the year!!! Yeah one less post to think about 😉)
I feel really American when I bring it to the frenchies place.
Sunday BBQ at a friend who is by himself in Singapore for the summer. We were supposed to be 6 (host + 5 guests) but we will be only 3 (host + 2 guests) per the new restrictions). Being by myself in Singapore sometimes has its advantages as I get to be the 5th wheel or the other “single”… depending on which Phase we are currently at 😉
There are very few things that bring back memories so fast.
Yes some food taste almost like home, but it’s never quite there.
This Fig & Walnut Rolada brought me in 2 second chrono back to my childhood when my dad would take dried figs he had picked from our garden during the summer, fill them with walnuts we had collected in the fall and roast them in the oven during the winter.
No beautiful sunset this week but what started as and was supposed to be a “Let’s walk next to each other and listen to our respective music/podcast while I show you around Singapore” has morphed into long conversations…. I, however, do not get to pick the subject of said conversations and I also do not dare to object. I merely listen. This week we (and by “we” I mean mainly “he”) talked about Qualia*
* I’m just going to put the definition here so you don’t have to google it 😉. “In philosophy and certain models of psychology, qualia (/ˈkwɑːliə/ or /ˈkweɪliə/; singular form: quale) are defined as individual instances of subjective, conscious experience. Examples of qualia include the perceived sensation of pain of a headache, the taste of wine, as well as the redness of an evening sky.” Yep!