Lucy is excited. We’re going out to the park! But mumma says, “Be patient, we need to wait for the Uber surge pricing to go down, ok?” So thankful for UberPets in Singapore.

It’s been over a year now, Lucy has not had an off-leash jaunt since bidding goodbye to her Greyhound Playgroup friends. Memories of our last playgroup still fresh, we set off today on our first adventure at the Bishan Dog Run, just Lucy and me. Beloved Sally has left us, as had Kerry Lee a little ahead. Today, we dedicate our first expedition in Singapore to our beautiful friends, Sally, Kerry Lee and Misty, who taught Lucy how to run for fun. And to Jack, Lucy’s first ‘boyfriend’, who was ever so gentlemanly towards her.

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It was peaceful at the dog run, we had the entire big-dog run to ourselves until the end, when we were about to leave, and a sweet, mellow chocolate Labrador came. The little mini Schnauzer next door at the small-dog run kept trying to say hello, but Lucy wasn’t much interested. She was too busy sniffing around.

My girl has aged. She wasn’t keen on running anymore. Not even for the treats. Perhaps it is the weather here in Singapore, warm and humid, though there was a gentle breeze throughout the morning. Maybe I should take her there earlier in the morning next time. It was still lovely to see her walk around freely, unleashed, gently exploring. The other dog was dashing back and forth, very excited to see Lucy, barking at her from the other side of the fence. Lucy gave him scant attention, even when they were very close, Lucy just nonchalantly continued to sniff the grass while the miniature Schnauzer frantically tried to engage her. That’s my regal Greyhound gal. She’s not going to be swayed if she has decided on her desired focus.

The UberPets driver who took us there was very chatty and friendly. We talked about dog rescue and silly pet owners who do not know how to care for their pets. On the way back home, we had to wait 18 minutes for the UberPets driver to get to us. He was a bit sullen at first, but thawed in the end because of Lucy. He told us about how he wanted to quit UberPets, because it wasn’t profitable for him to have to drive halfway across Singapore just to pick up a pet-fare and the surcharge for pets is only $2. I agreed. People in Singapore who want to travel with pets have almost no other alternative apart from expensive pet-taxis. UberPets is a great service, and we are happy to pay more than that $2 surcharge for UberPets to continue. I do hope they won’t do away with the service. Lucy and I depend on UberPets to get around now.

The Princess had a bath when we returned home, she was not pleased at all, but it was a great way to cool down.



All happy now, snoozing the afternoon away in air-conditioned comfort! Happy Day, Every Bunny! ❤




It’s Valentine’s Day again. Social media is of course flooded with all kinds of related memes, posts, comments and messages. Too much of it is sappy, and just irrelevant to this Autistic Bunny. But the circus is unavoidable, unless one lives in a hole under a rock (not a bad thing, really, apart from the lack of modern sanitation). So… here are my own thoughts for the day… Continue reading



There is no word I know that adequately expresses the fullness of Lucy Like-a-Charm. This simplicity interwoven with regal poise and quietude, wrapped around a gentleness so profound and sublime, my heart bursts with infinite gratitude to have her in my life. Another year has passed. My Angel has graced my human domain for a little more than 5 years now. I promised her a better life, away from the horrors of the racing life she once had. I wonder if she still remembers those perilous years, where her life and soul teetered on the brink of annihilation?

I do not ask, “Do you love me?”, but rather, “Are you happy?” “Are you well?”

Would I give anything to hear her tell me she loves me? No. But I would give my life and world to know just that she is happy and well. No words needed. No neurotypical-style longings for verbal and physical reassurance of my own worth as caretaker of this majestic, unblemished wonderment. I am an autistic human custodian of Unadulterated Pulchritude. Lucy Like-a-Charm is a once in a lifetime miracle of life – a gift from the cosmos to me.


Happy New Year, Lucy Like-a-Charm! My hope for 2018? That I may continue to bring you wellness, happiness and contentment. A better life. I am still working towards that. Thank you for your patience with me.


Stillness. Tranquility. Quiet contemplation. Sonorous repose.

Much needed especially in sensorially chaotic times like Christmas, New Year and other festive seasons.

Too much noise, too much food, too much smell, too much light, too much human interaction… just too much of everything, no matter how lovely, can easily derail the autistic with hypersensitivity.

My head is pounding and my muscles tense from all the pre-Christmas preparations and mini celebrations ahead of time. I love to see people enjoying themselves and I like the sound of laughter, but too much is too much and my senses start to scream.

Nevertheless, I do look forward to spending the next three days at our family holiday chalet together with the extended gang. This lot are cheery and easygoing, they do not insist on making me or anyone else join in their raucous goings-on. There is no oppressive social demand to sit at the table and silently cry into one’s soup while pretending to keep up with the meaningless babble. Two Christmases ago, that was what I was doing, entertaining wave after wave of superficial, self-important people in a fancy but not really classy apartment in prime location by the sea. I was the general dogsbody, locked inside a tedium dictated by charity. No more of that social rubbish. With this lot now, the food is always great – they are super foodies – and all that is required of me, mandatory, in fact, is that I turn up at meal times to eat. I am not even needed for small talk. So, the noise can be pretty daunting, but one unpleasant sensory bombardment in exchange for another delicious one, that is more than fair enough for this Foodie Bunny!

And Lucy has brought me a long, long, way indeed. Now, I have a Canine Angel. Non-speaking, elemental connectivity, no need for prattle and babble. Lucy is my Clement Space. My little nook for repair, restoration and refreshment. There will be lots of ‘alone-time’ with Lucy at our chalet in the suburbs. We can go for walks on our own, something I haven’t done much of since returning ‘home’. But now, I need to pack. The Angel needs her food. Oh, don’t forget to bring the Christmas Doggy Cookies!

Merry Theory of My Mind

Theory of Mind is a theory, or is it? Dancing around alien fires. Whose Theory and whose Mind?

While it is not true that autistic people lack empathy due to their inability to decipher other people’s mindscapes, I myself admit to being stumped, over and over again, by other people’s thoughts, motives, and actions.

Take, for example, this somewhat questionable penchant for offering help, mixed with an innate inability to make quick enough assessment of character and/or predict potential disaster. Not a good combination by far. Continue reading

food therapy

Have you ever gone to great lengths, put in a lot of effort, and been greatly inconvenienced just to help someone, and then had your bum bitten in return for all your sacrifice? Not a happy thing. Not for anyone. For the autistic brain that is given to long and arduous processing, it’s ponderously unpleasant.

Well… the encumbered Being needs therapy. Nothing better than food therapy for a Foodie Bunny. What’s a wonderful, loving and relaxing food-ing activity? Why, cooking for Lucy, of course. Continue reading

here, me


what child is this?…

This weekend, I revisited an early musical work of mine, from 2008, about the agony of communication across neurocultural differences. I spent a bit of time contemplating the work, the obvious (that which is performed and disseminated), as well as the intimate and private (that which remains in the heart and mind of the composer alone). I also put in some closed captions, and, in so doing, realised that I was in fact creating another separate work, an extension perhaps but still separate from its original.


Almost ten years afterwards, my journey has taken me through amazing wonderment, experiences I couldn’t have imagined ahead of time, and some even surreal or bizarre, yet no less valuable intrinsically. Continue reading

coming home

Dear Lucy,

Mumma’s coming home.

I know you’ve missed me. I missed you terribly too.

I am so sorry, my dearest love.

I will work ever harder, I promise, to provide a better life for you and me.

Thank you for your unquestioning patience, quiet endurance, and silent forbearance. I am devastated at having caused you pain.

I am coming home. In just a few hours, I will be with you again.

All my love and gratitude,

Mum Continue reading

more lessons with Lucy

We are almost there. It has been a flurry… a dizzy tizzy tipsy trippy scary one… anxiety hitting the roof and splotching everywhere now… getting ready for… The BIG Anxiety festival!

Preparing the final bits to go… and still learning about Clement Space from Lucy Like-a-Charm.

See you all there in Sydney!