Every evening, I sat on my father's lap at our front door as he read the Bible to me.
I was too young to understand the words.
I understood his voice.
Years later, many verses have faded from memory.
The feeling of being loved has not.
I hated studying. I simply didn't know how to learn. I spent an hour trying to memorise one page, only to forget it after turning to the next. Every poor exam result made me believe my future was doomed. My mother warned me that without a good school
I joined officer cadet training but failed to graduate. I spent a long time reflecting on the reasons. Perhaps I was too shy, spoke too softly, feared making mistakes, and lacked the boldness expected of a military leader. I was more of an analytical strategist and planner than an infantry
When I was in my twenties, I dreamed of becoming an electone player. The music moved me emotionally and lifted my spirits. Music made me happy. Every Sunday, I would visit Yamaha at Plaza Singapura to watch the free electone performances. One day, I bought two second-hand electones, one
The scent of every childhood night. The mosquito coil... glowing quietly beside the bed. Its smoke chased mosquitoes, and somehow, brought us sleep. ~ Singapore, My Memories Did your family use mosquito coils? What memories come back when you smell one today?
