The kids came late in our marital journey. Having lived in our two-person world for 13 years, the arrival of Joseph felt like we had been run over by an elephant. He was the third party that invaded our world, gatecrashing our spiritual, social and sex life. Chui and I had agreed that there was no possibility of welcoming another mortal into our 2+1 world. Three years later, Chui was unexpectedly expecting again (we always say that but I wonder how did it happen), and Jada became part of the gang.

Kids are a gift from God. We have heard these words umpteen times and they are from Psalm 127. Honestly, there are moments children don’t seem like gifts especially when they are more like kids, as referring to young goats. By playing further with the meaning of “kids”, children can be as stubborn as a goat. I don’t disagree about children bringing heaps of joy and we hear that umpteen times too. I have always told Chui her greatest gift to me are the children.Continue reading “Kids”


Being a mortal implies that I am aging. About two years ago, Chui came from no where and without muttering her words told me, “Dale, you really have aged”. Somehow I remembered the details. We were on our holidays and waiting for the lights to change at a traffic junction when those words came through my ears. I went on to purchase a small container of face moisturizer which I hardly use.

Recently, Chui had noticed that I was having a little breakout of pimples. She taunted me that I was experiencing a second puberty and proposed that I come along with her for a facial. She cited that her new facial venue recommended by a good friend, charged reasonably and offered good service.

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Most people don’t give a hoot about racism until it happens to them or someone they cherished. I don’t recall experiencing any remark or treatment that would classify as racist in my Singaporean journey thus far. However, about two decades ago¬†when Chui and I were overseas for our tertiary studies, while racist experiences were not pervasively present, they were neither invisibly absent. One such incident was when a group of skinheads with their erected middle fingers shouted murderously “Go back to China” at both of us and my visiting siblings. Their actions and words traumatized us for a few seconds and remained vivid in our memories till today.

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