My Pictorial Diary

A picture tells a thousand words, so I'll let the pictures do the talking.

Armed with nothing but a camera,
Take nothing but pictures,
Capture nothing but memories,
Leave nothing but footprints.

Thursday, 12 November 2026

My Long-Lost Blog...I'm Back!!!

The Sleeping Blog Awakens! 🌸

For years my little blog lay still,
With memories waiting to fulfil.
I brushed the dust and opened the door,
I'm back with stories, laughs and more!

Memories Through My Lens

Today, I unexpectedly rediscovered a long-lost blog I had written many years ago. Reading through the old posts and looking at the photographs felt like opening a forgotten treasure box filled with memories.

Some people may see these old photographs as history, but to me, they are much more personal. They remind me of places I have visited, people I have met, food I have enjoyed, and little moments that might otherwise have slipped from my memory.

What makes them especially precious is that some of those places may no longer exist. Familiar streets have changed, old shops have disappeared, and buildings that once stood proudly may have made way for something new.

Back then, I simply took photographs of whatever caught my eye. I never imagined that years later, those ordinary snapshots would become little treasures of a world that has changed.

Finding this old blog has reminded me why I love photography so much. Every photograph holds a moment that can never be repeated in quite the same way.

So I'll continue sharing my old photographs alongside my new adventures. Perhaps someone will recognise a familiar place, remember a forgotten corner, or simply enjoy wandering through these memories with me.

There are still many photographs waiting to see daylight again, and I look forward to sharing them, one memory at a time.

HAVE A GREAT DAY MY FRIENDS!!!

A Little Blog Refresh Is Underway

A Fresh Coat of Lavender 💜

A little dust, a little shine,
Refreshing memories, one at a time.
Old stories bloom with colours new,
A fresher blog to share with you! 

Blog renovation in progress. Please tahan the dust!

I've been looking through some of my older posts and decided it's time to give the blog a little refresh.

Little by little, I'll be tidying up the layout, arranging photographs into easier-to-enjoy collections and adding links so readers can continue wandering from one post to another.

There will be more photographs and fewer words, but whenever a picture brings back a special memory or a funny little incident, Aunty will still have a story to tell!

The blog remains open as usual, with old memories and new adventures continuing side by side.

Thank you for wandering along with me!

Aunty Remembers — The Kampung Fighting Championship!

When Little Aunty Ruled the Playground

A playground fight, a feather duster in sight,
Two mothers quarrelling with all their might.
While children giggled and neighbours watched with glee,
Uncle cried, “Where's my kachang puteh?

When I was young, I was bigger than most children my age. I was also rather boyish, and getting into fights was nothing unusual.

What did we fight over?

地盘 (territory), of course!

Especially at the playground.

"Oi! This slide is mine!"

"What yours? Government one hor!"

"Not happy ah? Come fight lah!"

"OK loh!"

And just like that, the battle began!

Sometimes, it was over something even sillier.

"Oi! The swing wanna snap liao! You so fat!"

PIAK! Another fight!

There were even occasions when gangs of children from other neighbourhoods came to challenge us. Then it became one neighbourhood against another!

But we children were funny creatures. Today fight, tomorrow forgive and forget. Sometimes we played happily together again, until the next disagreement started another battle!


The Kampung News Network

Back then, we had no handphones, WhatsApp or internet.

But our neighbours were faster than any group chat!

By the time I reached home, Mama already knew everything.

And waiting for me?

Her trusty feather duster!

After the punishment came the most unexpected question.

"Who won?"

Usually, I did lah! After all, I was bigger than most children my age.

Mama would just keep quiet.

But my troubles weren't over yet.

Grandma would join in with another round of scolding.

Then Grandpa would announce:

"See! I told you all she's very boyish! Sending her to Cantonese opera was the right choice!"

Aiyoh! I had just survived a fight, and Grandpa was still trying to recruit me into Cantonese opera!

Then came Uncle, the worst of the lot.

"Fight ah? Where ah? Never tell me! I go buy kachang puteh!"

AIYOH, UNCLE!

Everybody else wanted to discipline me. He wanted front-row seats and snacks!


When Mama Went to War

Sometimes, I returned home with bruises.

After caning me, Mama would drag me straight to the other child's house to confront the family.

But when the door opened...

Aiyoh! The other child had even more injuries than me!

Then the real championship began.

Mama and the other mother started quarrelling, pointing fingers at each other.

And what were the two children doing?

Giggling together!

We had already forgotten our quarrel, but our mothers were too busy thinking of their next line to overpower each other to notice us laughing!

The men would try to calm things down.

"Aiyah, OK OK lah! Children fighting only! You women also want to fight ah?"

Meanwhile, the neighbours were laughing and enjoying the free show.

We children started the fight, our mothers continued it, the men tried to stop it, and the neighbours enjoyed it!


Papa, My Quiet Protector

Among all the excitement, Papa was the gentle one.

Whenever Mama caned me too badly, he would step forward to shield me.

Sometimes, poor Papa accidentally kena caned too!

Afterwards, he would prepare medicated wine for my bruises and gently remind me:

"Don't be so naughty lah."

Once, after getting caught in the caning, Papa protested.

"Why you cane me too?"

Mama replied, "Because you don't know how to look after your daughter!"

Papa asked, "Not your daughter also meh?"

"Errrr... I go play mahjong!"

And just like that, Mama made her grand escape!


Those Wonderful Kampung Days

Looking back now, I can't help laughing at myself.

One little playground quarrel could involve half the neighbourhood and almost my entire family!

Mama had her feather duster.

Grandma had her lecture.

Grandpa had his Cantonese opera theory.

Uncle wanted kachang puteh.

The neighbours had their free entertainment.

And Papa had his medicated wine, his gentle reminder, and his arms ready to shield his naughty little girl.

Those were the days when neighbours knew everybody's business, children fought and made up, and one small quarrel could turn into a whole kampung production.

I may have won most of my playground fights, but looking back, I think the neighbours were the real winners.

After all, they got the best entertainment without paying a single cent!

Monday, 9 November 2026

Grandpa's Mini Zoo — The 5-Cent Mermaid Scam!

The Five-Cent Dream

Grandpa's kindness filled our little zoo,
With dogs and cats and tortoises too.
A mermaid appeared, five cents was the fee,
Till Grandma cried, “CLOSE SHOP!” — no more CEO! 

Grandpa's Heart of Gold ❤️

My grandpa had a soft spot for stray animals.

Whenever he came across an injured dog, a sick kitten or an unwanted animal, he would bring it home. He would bathe them, feed them and tend to their wounds, all at his own expense.

Once they recovered, he would go around asking neighbours if anyone wanted to adopt them.

Grandma, however, was not so easily impressed.

“If you want to look after them, find your own ways!”

But Grandma was all bark and no bite.

Behind Grandpa's back, she would visit the neighbouring Teochew porridge shop and ask for leftover food that would otherwise be thrown away.

For whom?

GRANDPA'S FOUR-LEGGED GUESTS, OF COURSE!


Mama's Laundry Corner — A Bucket and Two Tortoises 🐢

Mama did her laundry by hand, using Labour soap, a washboard and a large metal bucket. That same bucket doubled as Little Aunty's bathtub, complete with a rubber duck!

Mama also kept two tortoises in our courtyard. They loved sunbathing near her while she worked, but had a peculiar habit of disappearing. Once, they vanished for months before mysteriously returning!

Little did they know that they would one day become the star magicians in Little Aunty's imaginary five-cent business empire!

With Grandpa rescuing animals, Grandma secretly feeding them, and Mama's two wandering tortoises adding to the excitement, our little courtyard had become quite a mini zoo!

Neither Grandpa nor Grandma ever thought of making money from their kindness.


Little Aunty's Brilliant Business Idea 💰 

But imagine if Little Aunty had inherited Ah Girl's (my daughter) business brains…

AHEM!

GRANDPA'S MINI ZOO — GRAND OPENING!

Admission: 5 cents.

Star attraction: A LIVE MERMAID! 🧜‍♀️

Bonus: Magical disappearing tortoises! 🐢🐢

Customer service: Two doggies! 🐕🐕


The Mermaid Without a Tail 🧜‍♀️

Now, imagine Little Aunty's five-cent business actually taking off…

In my imagination, a curious classmate arrives at the entrance of Grandpa's Mini Zoo.

“Eh, what can I see inside?”

“Got mermaid!”

“REALLY AH? WHERE?”

“My house lah! Five cents admission.”

And just like that, my imaginary first customer hands over five cents.

Little Aunty proudly escorts her to Mama's laundry corner, climbs into her familiar metal bucket and sits down beside her rubber duck.

“NAH! MERMAID!”

“CHEY! WHERE GOT MERMAID? YOU GOT NO TAIL!”

“Five cents only! You expect imported mermaid from overseas meh?”

“SCAMMER! I WANT REFUND!”

“WAIT! WAIT! Got bonus magic show!”


The World's Slowest Magic Show 🐢🐢

“MAGIC SHOW? WHAT MAGIC SHOW?”

“Come! Come! I show you!”

Little Aunty proudly points towards Mama's two tortoises.

“BEHOLD! TWO MAGICAL TORTOISES!”

“Chey! They look like ordinary tortoises!”

“Ordinary? You haven't seen their special powers!”

Little Aunty waves her hands dramatically.

“ABRACADABRA! NOW YOU SEE THEM…”

She turns towards the courtyard.

“NOW YOU DON'T!”

“EH?! WHERE ARE THEY?”

“Donno leh. Disappeared already!”

“THAT'S NOT MAGIC! WHERE DID THEY GO?”

“Even the magician doesn't know! Very powerful, right?”

“WHEN ARE THEY COMING BACK?”

“Sometimes a few months later lor!”

“FEW MONTHS?! YOU EXPECT ME TO WAIT HERE AH?”

“Good magic takes time mah!”

“I WANT MY FIVE CENTS BACK!”

“ALAMAK! AGAIN?!”

Little Aunty sighs.

“Okay, okay! I direct you to our Customer Service Department!”


The Customer Service Department 🐕🐕

“WHERE DO I GET MY REFUND?!”

“Please proceed to our Customer Service Counter.”

“WHERE?”

“There lor! Two officers waiting for you!”

The classmate looks around.

“WHERE GOT OFFICERS?”

“THE TWO DOGGIES LOH!”

“WOOF! WOOF! GRRRRR!”

“WHAT?! YOUR CUSTOMER SERVICE OFFICERS ARE DOGS?!”

“Of course! Very loyal staff. Never take MC, never ask for salary. Only accept food!”

“I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!”

“Can! Can! Our CEO is coming back!”

Just then, Little Aunty spots Grandpa walking towards the house.

“LOOK! THE CEO IS BACK!”

The classmate turns around.

“GOOD! I'M GOING TO COMPLAIN!”

“Eh, wait! CEO bringing TWO NEW SECURITY GUARDS!”

Two more doggies follow Grandpa through the entrance.

“WOOF! WOOF!”

The classmate takes one look at the expanding security department.

“NEVER MIND! KEEP MY FIVE CENTS!”

And off she runs!

Little Aunty waves cheerfully.

“THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! PLEASE COME AGAIN!”


Grandma Discovers the Black Shop! 👵

Just as Little Aunty is celebrating her first five-cent profit…

“WHAT'S ALL THIS NOISE?!”

OH OH! GRANDMA!

“WHY SO MANY DOGS? AND WHO'S BEEN SITTING IN MAMA'S LAUNDRY BUCKET?!”

Little Aunty smiles innocently.

“Popo, I opened a business!”

“WHAT BUSINESS?!”

“Grandpa's Mini Zoo! Got mermaid, magic show and customer service!”

“MERMAID?! MAGIC SHOW?!”

“Business very good leh! Already earned five cents!”

Grandma reaches for her broom.

“YOU TURNED MY HOUSE INTO A BLACK SHOP?!”

“Popo! Wait! I'm the boss!”

“BOSS YOUR HEAD! CLOSE SHOP!”

And just like that, Little Aunty's business empire comes crashing down.

GRAND OPENING AND GRAND CLOSING — SAME DAY!

Five cents admission. No refunds.

Mermaid not guaranteed.

Tortoises subject to availability.

Customer Service may bite.

THE END.


DISCLAIMER

This story is a work of imagination inspired by real childhood memories.

No animals were used, trained or harmed for entertainment. The mermaid never existed, the tortoises never performed magic, and the doggies never worked in Customer Service.

Grandpa and Grandma's kindness, however, was absolutely real.

And no classmates were cheated of their five cents! 🤣

Thursday, 5 November 2026

Pokémon Hunt @ Changi Airport (Part 2)

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Pokémon Hunt @ Changi Airport (Part 1)







Pokémon Hunt @ Changi Airport (Part 1)

Gotta Spot ’Em All!

Around the Vortex, near and far,
Little Pokémon are the stars.
Some stand proudly, some hide away,
Let's see how many we find today!

Pikachu! No need to shock Aunty lah. Aunty just came to look look!

Aunty came to explore the airport, but these two were already partying without her!

Gotcha! Pikachu hiding among the greenery at Terminal 1!












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Changi Airport — Terminal Hopping (Part 7)

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Changi Airport — Terminal Hopping (Part 6)

A Skytrain reflected in the glass windows of the opposite terminal



Aunty got the Skytrain ride through Jewel! Wahhhh, what a view!

Sorry lah, I already left my FOODPRINTS behind!




The Wonderfall — a spectacular digital waterfall at Terminal 2





Forming....forming...Done!

So super cute! Wanna follow Aunty home?


Time to ZZZZzzzz....all the way home...