Still Chasing Butterflies
I may be old.
But the six-year-old inside me
still chases butterflies beneath the trees.
I may be old.
But the six-year-old inside me
still chases butterflies beneath the trees.
During my second year of National Service, I made a decision that surprised many people. I signed on as a regular soldier on a six-year contract. At that time, it was not a popular career choice among educated young men. The pay was attractive, but there was a significant
Pocket full of games, dreams, laughter The marbles... small worlds of colour inside my pocket. Some days I won more. Some days I learned more. ~ Singapore, My Memories
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
"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.