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
short story
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’
micro memoir
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
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
business tips
If you’re getting zero or very few book sales and secretly feel like an imposter, this is for you. Low sales don’t mean your book failed. Most of the time, they simply mean very few people have seen it. Promoting yourself feels wrong only when it feels like
micro memoir
If you invite me for kopi, I am most comfortable here. Excuse the dressing. This is who I am when I am not pretending. PS I write books too. They live here: https://payhip.com/samchoo
Satire
We don’t make love anymore. Not because we don’t love each other. But because life has filed a formal complaint against sex and won. At first, the reasons were normal. “I’m tired.” Fair. I’m tired too. From thinking about being tired. Then it became medical. “My