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How Introverts Network
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
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What the Bathroom Taught Me About Age
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
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The Morning the Pigs Screamed
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.
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
Stillness in a demanding world.
(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.
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An ordinary breakfast.
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
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The people I loved have left.
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
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Leading Across Generations
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–
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On-Demand Micro Sharing Lessons
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
short story
The Cookie Tin
Three months after she died, I finally opened the cabinet under the bathroom sink. I had been avoiding it because I knew what was inside. Forty-seven bottles of lotion, lined up in uneven rows. Each one bought with hope. Each one tried once or twice and abandoned when it didn’
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The Nicest Prison Concert in Town
To bird keepers, it sounds like beautiful music drifting from a cage. To me, it feels like sitting in the audience while a singer cries for help from a prison cell.
Satire
Things I Will Miss When My School Canteen Becomes an Army Operation
I hear it’s for efficiency. No more long queues. No more waiting. No more chaos. Which is funny, because chaos is how I learned most of my life skills. Here’s what I’ll miss. 1. The cai png auntie’s silent judgment She never says anything. She just