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Today feels like Christmas morning.
Not because of presents under a tree, but because two very special deliveries arrived at my doorstep: my Christmas cookies from the Aphasia SG Bake Sale Fundraiser and the beautiful 2026 calendar created by Junle and his parents.
And just like that, my heart is full.A Calendar Made With Heart
This calendar is one of those creations that feels as if it was made with gentle hands and warm hearts. It holds the love,...
I am very excited to share something deeply personal with all of you.
On 13 December 2025, the short film Can You Hear Me? will premiere at SMU, as part of Aphasia: Reframed, an event by Espressivo x Aphasia SG.
This film is not just a project. It is a reflection of my journey with aphasia — the struggle to speak, the frustration, the longing for connection, and the quiet moments that say more than words ever could.
Can You Hear Me? follows a man’s quest...
CONTROL YOUR MIND… OR SOMEONE DUMBER WILL DO IT FOR YOU
— And trust me, after my stroke, even my own brain tried to outsmart me.
There’s something about this picture that makes me laugh — and wince — at the same time.
Because after my stroke in 2020, I realised one thing very quickly:
If I didn’t take control of my mind, my mind would happily wander off on its own…and return only when it felt like causing trouble.
Aphasia was like having a personal “IT...
My heart is very full today.
I’m honoured to share that Thunderstroke: A Poetry Memoir Inspired by a True Story has been selected as a Finalist in the 2025 IAN Book of the Year Awards (Poetry Category).
The email was brief, signed by William R. Potter, Founder of the IAN Book of the Year Awards — but for me, it carried the weight of the last few years: stroke, aphasia, fear, frustration, and the long, slow journey of learning to speak and write again.
For...
Christmas has always been a season I cherish — a time when my home transforms into a place of warmth, colour, and welcome. Weeks before December arrives, I start preparing. I pull out the boxes of ornaments, fairy lights, ribbons, and little treasures collected over the years. I buy flowers — always flowers — because they brighten the home and my heart. And then comes the part I love most: planning the lunches and dinners that will fill my flat with...
Last Sunday marked the final day of filming for Can You Hear Me? — and what a day it was! We started early, with six scenes to complete before 10 p.m. The very first scene of the day was the waltz — the one where I dance alone on stage, under the spotlight.
During the trial run, everything went smoothly. I was in my element, moving to the rhythm and feeling the emotion of the moment. But when we began filming the...
When I said yes to acting in Can You Hear Me?, I thought I was saying yes to a story about finding your voice beyond words. Then I read a scene direction that made my stomach drop:
He waltzes.
Me? The guy with drop foot and a right leg that curls into a cringe the moment nerves show up? I laughed out loud, then sat very quietly. Because sometimes laughter is how I buy time while my courage catches up.
The room, the...
What an inspiring day at the SG Book Fair 2025, held at Bras Basah Complex in conjunction with the Singapore Writers Festival!
A Multilingual Experience — the fair features books and authors in English, Chinese, Malay, and Tamil, creating a truly inclusive platform for literary exploration and cultural connection.
At the Union Book Co Pte Ltd 友联书局 booth, I was delighted to see 《雷霆一击》(Thunderstroke) displayed as one of...
After almost 10 years, I finally have a new passport — and I’m ready for the world.
It may sound simple, but for me, it’s a big step. During COVID, I suffered a stroke. Since then, I’ve been hesitant to travel. Long flights, unfamiliar places, the unknowns — they all felt daunting, especially for someone like me who’s a little rigid, has OCD tendencies, and holds high expectations.
This afternoon, I went to the post office to collect my new passport;...
I’m delighted to share two pieces of news—both reminders that stories can travel, heal, and connect.
Paris Book Festival — Poetry Winner
PARIS — The festival’s top honour this year went to the intriguingly titled novel Being Human. Human Being. In the POETRY category, I’m humbled to share that Thunderstroke was named WINNER.
WINNER: Thunderstroke — Terence Ang
(Paris Book Festival: http://parisbookfestival.com/)
NYC BIG BOOK AWARD — Distinguished Favorite
In...
本地作家、中风康复者者汪文宝（Terence Ang）将在10月25日迈开步伐，参加“Stepping Out For Stroke 2025”慈善快步走筹款活动，以支持新加坡全国预防中风协会（Singapore National Stroke Association）。
今年的“Stepping Out For Stroke”迎来第10周年，象征着“没有人应该独自走路”的信念。汪文宝将首次踏上3km步行之旅，这不仅是一次体能挑战，更是他勇敢跨出的重要一步。他也会发起“Every Step Counts: A Thunderstroke”筹款活动， 以支持新加坡全国预防中风协会。
汪文宝发起的筹款活动已通过Giving.sg平台启动，号召公众在步行活动前积极响应。所筹得的善款将由新加坡赛马博彩管理局（Tote Board）一比一配对，使捐款效益加倍。款项将用于支持全国预防中风协会的免费项目，包括运动与语言治疗、照护者培训、心理健康辅导以及上门探访服务，帮助中风幸存者与家庭重建生活。
作为感谢，...
On 25 August 2020, Terence Ang’s life changed in an instant. A haemorrhagic stroke left him with aphasia, robbing him of his ability to speak or comprehend language. Once articulate, confident, and expressive, Terence suddenly found himself unable to do what he had always taken for granted — communicate.
But even in the silence, he was not alone. His sister Angela,...
Not angry.
Not even okay.
Just… numb.
Last week, something happened. Small to the world, maybe. But not to me — because it came from someone who means something.
And here’s the thing: for them, one word — “sorry” — makes it all okay. Just like that. Wrapped up. Forgotten. Done.
But for me? It didn’t vanish. It didn’t fade. It froze me.
No tears. No shouting. Just silence. A flatline.
That’s what numb feels like. Not explosive, not dramatic. Just a quiet...
Our instinct is often to fix it immediately. We rush to explain ourselves, defend our position, or control the outcome. But just like muddy water, the harder we stir, the cloudier it gets.
Sometimes the wisest thing we can do is—nothing.
When we...
These are the ones who send a simple “How are you?” when the world feels heavy. The ones who notice your silence before anyone else. The ones who remind you that you’re not alone, not...
the “mute” button would be worn out by now.
Overthinking has a way of sneaking in like an uninvited guest—
turning small thoughts into storms,
and quiet moments into endless debates with myself.
I replay conversations,
analyse every detail,
and imagine dozens of “what ifs” that may never happen.
It’s exhausting—like living in a movie where I’m both the actor and the overcritical director.
But here’s what I’ve been learning:
...
I thought I had adapted, adjusted, and found my footing.
I thought I had built enough resilience to weather anything that came my way.
Then, one day, life shifted again—sharper, deeper, more unexpectedly than before.
And in that moment, I realised: you never truly get used to change.
Change doesn’t send invitations.
It doesn’t knock politely.
It barges in, rearranges your world, and dares you to...
Life has a way of shifting our perspective. I used to get caught up in the little things—how I looked, what others thought, chasing perfection. But after going through something life-altering, everything changed. The things I once obsessed over no longer seem important. When you realize how easily everything can be ripped away, you see what truly matters.
A life-changing event, like a stroke, teaches...