“some men are born old” (Tyron Edwards)
Born in Singapore on the 15th of October 1986, my father called me his “Little Man” since birth: serious and mature (read: morose) beyond my years. Peranakan and proud, I ate lots of chili, spoke Malay (but next to no Mandarin) and was extremely entrepreneurial (buying little toy guns for 20¢ and selling them to my friends at 30¢ for a whopping 50% profit)!
An alumnus of Emmanuel Childcare and Development Centre, Cedar Primary School and Victoria School, most of those years have dissolved into an amorphous sea of fuzzy memories. The one clearest memory is of the day I asked my first (okay, maybe thirteenth) love, Monica, out on a date—an invitation she promptly declined. As a result, I vowed never ever to love again. Ever!
Two-years-old, sitting on my brother’s bum in the apartment I grew up in.