My Seventeenth Birthday


In the wee hours of the morning I wiggled my toes and realised that it was no ordinary day. It was my birthday! but I felt bland and apathetic. After spooning in a bowl of porridge for breakfast I reflected upon the significance of the day. But I couldn’t find any…
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R.I.P., Ah Gong


I mentioned my mum visiting my sick grandpa in August, didn’t I? It’s been a year since his diagnosis. He’s endured a lot of agony.

He passed away an hour ago.




Summer Holidays 2008


Nearing the end of my aunt’s radiotherapy treatment, we found these holidays to be a wise time to visit her in Melbourne.

The first time Aunty Hang took off her wig, I was grief-stricken to see her hairless head. In retrospect, I know I have always overlooked the emotional aspect of cancer diagnosis. Thus since seeing my aunt, I have been committed to living a more meaningful life.

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