The Boy Before the Army
I was 17 years old, still a virgin, still innocent about the world.
Long hair.
About to enlist in National Service.
Living with my parents in a three-room HDB flat at Sims Drive.
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The Day My Mother Lost Her Leg
The nurse called me at 3:17 a.m. I still remember the exact time because my phone was silent, my room was dark, and my heart knew before my mind did. “Can you come to the hospital? Your mother’s condition has worsened.” I didn’t ask what happened.
The Day I Fired My Boss
In 2008, I walked away from a job without knowing how I was going to survive. At that time, I was working in an organisation as the IT representative for my division. I took care of the computers and technical problems of about one hundred employees. Part of my work
Human Capital, Version 2.0
The meeting room was silent. “Good news,” the CEO announced cheerfully. “We are not removing people. We are optimizing lower-value human capital.” Everyone nodded nervously while clutching their company-issued laptops like life jackets. Somewhere in the back row, a manager whispered, “Does that mean I’m medium-value human capital?” Another
The Last Chance My Son Gave Me
The first time my son visited me in prison, I almost didn’t recognize him. He had grown taller. His face looked sharper. Even the way he stood felt different. Less like a child. More like someone who had already learned disappointment too early. There was a thick glass panel