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Learning by Ear

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Learning by Ear

When I was younger, I wished someone had taught me to play music by ear. I learned the Electone by reading musical notes. That helped me play songs that were written on paper, but it did not teach me how to play from my heart. I could not hear a

By sam choo 08 Jul 2026
The Question

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The Question

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" The classroom buzzed with excited answers. One girl whispered, "Whatever makes my parents happy." Nobody asked what would make her happy.

By sam choo 07 Jul 2026
The Pet Finder

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The Pet Finder

In 2008, I quit my corporate job. I had no clear plan and did not know what I would do next. So I prayed and looked for opportunities. While reading the classified advertisements in the newspaper, I noticed a problem. Advertisers were paying $45 a day for three lines of

By sam choo 07 Jul 2026
The Marble Table

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The Marble Table

As told by Li PL As the sun began to set, I made my way to my favourite marble table beneath a large tree on the university campus. The evening breeze stirred the leaves as students hurried past with backpacks slung over their shoulders, each chasing a future they hoped

By sam choo 07 Jul 2026
My Second Home

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My Second Home

When I was a student, the place that shaped me most was the library. After school, I would head straight to Toa Payoh Library and stay until closing time. It became my second home. The library was a treasure house of knowledge where I sat at the feet of the

By sam choo 06 Jul 2026
The Prayer We Could Have Answered

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The Prayer We Could Have Answered

A poor African woman appealed online for help with her hospital bills. 119 people replied, "Praying for you." If each had donated just $2, they could have become the answer to the very prayer they offered.

By sam choo 06 Jul 2026
The Commute Never Ends

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The Commute Never Ends

Near Simei MRT, I noticed a young woman, perhaps twenty-five years old, walking briskly towards the station. She held a laptop in one hand while the other hand kept typing, determined not to waste a single minute. Around her, dozens of commuters hurried past, each absorbed in their own

By sam choo 06 Jul 2026
The Flower by the Roadside.

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The Flower by the Roadside.

For most of my working life, I was always in a hurry. Every morning, I rushed to work. Every evening, I returned home tired. There was hardly time to stand and stare. The world around me became nothing more than a blur. Then I attended a mobile photography class. I

By sam choo 05 Jul 2026
The Only Possession I Need

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The Only Possession I Need

As I approach my seventies, I am increasingly aware that one day I will leave this world empty-handed. That realization has made me a minimalist. I am emotionally detached from most of my possessions. If necessary, I can pack my belongings into a backpack and leave at a moment&

By sam choo 05 Jul 2026
Walking on Fire

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Walking on Fire

One of the people who influenced my life in the field of personal development was Tony Robbins. His book Awaken the Giant Within inspired me to think bigger and take massive action. I remember him saying that while many speakers spoke once a month, he spoke every night. He believed

By sam choo 04 Jul 2026
Storytelling Tip: Let Your Photo Tell the First Half of the Story

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Storytelling Tip: Let Your Photo Tell the First Half of the Story

Look at this photograph before you read the memoir. A young girl stands outside a ballet school. Through the glass, she watches children dancing. Beside her is a poster inviting new students to enrol. Notice what the photo does. It doesn't explain anything. Instead, it makes you curious.

By sam choo 04 Jul 2026
The Girl Outside the Window

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The Girl Outside the Window

I stood outside the ballet school and watched the girls dance through the glass window. They looked so happy and graceful that I wished I was dancing with them. I read the enrolment poster again and quietly promised myself that one day I would join the class. Maybe it would

By sam choo 04 Jul 2026
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