A handwritten note Inviting me to join them In fear I burned it. P/S The note was trying to convince me to join the communist movement in the early 1970s when I was in lower secondary school at Kai Chung Middle School in Bintangor.

Playing hide and seek We raced in the back alleys Childhood innocence

For Chinese lessons I had to study proverbs Five flowers eight doors

A rooster was born In Nineteen Fifty Seven That rooster was me

End of each school day My dad came to pick me home In his antique car

Daily Lord’s prayer Before the start of lessons Primary school me

Small town Bintangor Well known for its two products Orange and tycoon

Form One class photo Six have long left this sad world Still young when they left.

A friend of mine lent me the book “1963 A Slice of Bread and Jam” by Tommy Rhattigan a couple of months ago but because I have so many books on my TBR list, I did not get around to reading it until a couple of days ago. I thought it is a gloomy type of book about abject poverty ...

Masuk bilek, tutup pintu, tutup lampu, buka kain, main main. If you can answer the above riddle easily, it means you are most likely in your 50s or 60s now. Yes, I am talking about watching movies at the cinemas. What were you thinking about? Growing up in Binatang, I often tagged along with my parents or my friends to ...