micro memoir
This picture reminds me of the days when life felt smaller, and safer. Afternoons like this were quiet and warm. No rush. No pressure. Just the sound of wheels on the road and the feeling that everything was okay because someone steady was in front. I remember sitting there, feet
Satire
A book about the sentence you use when you know exactly what to do but would rather not say it. Written by experience. Approved by nobody. P.S. Reading the title is sufficient. Further action is not required at this time.
short story
My retirement dream is to be a street busker. Stand somewhere near a Singapore MRT station with a portable electric piano, playing all my favourite songs. Big problem. I don’t know how to play. And please don’t ask me to memorise the notes. If the government ever opens
Satire
An extrovert asked how introverts network. I said, quietly, “We face the walls.” PS: If this made sense to you, I write books for introverts too: https://payhip.com/samchoo/collection/introverts
Books
At 3 a.m. I went to the bathroom. I flipped the switch. Nothing happened. I flipped it again. Still nothing. On. Off. On. Off. Three times. Then I complained to my wife, very confidently, that the bathroom light was broken. Morning came. I went to the bathroom again. Flipped
micro memoir
I love pork. Especially roasted pork. But before I eat, I pause. I give thanks to the pig who gave its life so that I could be fed. Behind that love is a memory that never softened. In the late 1960s, behind my kampong house, there was a small pig
short story
I stopped making resolutions. Last year’s resolution is still unfinished. I am not unintelligent. I know that. And yet I barely earn more than fresh graduates. Some of the students I once tutored now earn more than me. They are living the kind of life I once assumed would
Poem
(Haiku) Yellow umbrella Skylines hum, I stay unhurried Moon keeps my secret Explanation: In a world of black and white, I choose to be the one color that cannot be ignored. While the city is alive, busy, and restless, I remain calm. The city does not know why I stopped.
micro memoir
While having breakfast with my friend at Yakun, suddenly she slid the phone across the table. “My sister sent me these messages. Take a read” I hold the phone and read the message once, then again. She picked up her coffee and stirred it even though the sugar had already
micro memoir
My eldest sister, the light bulb of our family, the one who always switched the room on. My sister-in-law, who cooked prawns so perfectly that love tasted like garlic and heat. My mother, my earthly God, who needed no altar. My father, who never said much, but made sure there
Books
When Patrick Oh shared this, it resonates with me. Baby Boomers (1946–1964) “Work hard, stay loyal, the system will reward you.” Built the system. Now watching it change. Gen X (1965–1980) “Trust no one. Figure it out yourself.” Often overlooked, yet carrying the weight of execution. Millennials (1981–
Books
If you like to teach, this message is for you. TV viewership is declining. Not because people hate good programs, but because TV is scheduled. If you miss it, it’s gone. Training is heading in the same direction. People no longer want to wait for a one-hour session next
