Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
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Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Beneath the Floorboards
When obsession drowns out reason, only the voice remains. 🔊 Adrian Cho was accustomed to working on his own—the sound technician eliminated ambient noise whenever he could. The shuffling of feet or sudden bumps would disrupt his work.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
She Wears The Red Scarf
Today marks the anniversary of a milestone in women’s political power in America—the election of the first woman to Congress. We mirror that femininity in Singapore by celebrating the Samsui Woman, a female labourer commonly seen at construction sites in the 1950s and 60s. Opportunities for women have increased over the years—and her scarf, and spirit, live on. She wields the scarlet scarf of strength. 🧣🇸🇬🧣🇸🇬🧣🇸🇬🧣🇸🇬 The evening air was dense with the usual Singapore humidity--and tales once woven. Despite the tropical overwhelm, Singaporeans walked to the polls. Outside on a railing was a scarf--red, fluttering in the November wind. It hung a poignant scarlet against the grey twilight. No one saw the woman who donned it, or her dust-streaked blue blouse. A heavy blouse no wind could lift. Mdm Ong was a Samsui Woman who lived in Singapore of the 1950s--a construction worker who laid bricks when women weren't meant to construct. Along with others like her, she built a city that never knew--or wanted to know--her name. She had toiled when families prayed, hauling beams twice her weight. She out-dreamt her pay. She returned every Singapore election--not as a ghost, but as a witness. An elections officer noticed her form in the glass, in a blue samfoo, head bound in a telltale red scarf. She watched as the women of the time filed past to the polling booths, pens ready to mark their chosen candidate. She blinked, and the Samsui ghost left, leaving only the faint, but comforting scent of earth. The elections staff sealed the ballot boxes. The scarf fluttered to the ground. The elections officer picked it up, and wore the proud memory around her neck. 🧣🇸🇬🧣🇸🇬🧣🇸🇬🧣🇸🇬 All of us have inspiring female figures in our lives--do share yours in the comments!
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
When Etna Breathes Fire. Top Story - November 2025.
This week is one of introspection for many—on souls loved and lost. So, we pause to ponder the echoes of fire and ash. A volcano's eruption reminds us that even the strongest forces bear grief and must weaken to renew—and strengthen. The chaos reshapes land—and spirit.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Poets
