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They’ll crop out the struggles.

Mute your silence.

Polish your pain until it fits into their version of who they think you are — or who they want you to be.

But here’s the thing: you kept the original file.

The raw version.

The one with the broken sentences, the blurry paragraphs, the parts where you cried mid-sentence, where you paused too long trying to breathe through the hurt.

The unfiltered file — where nothing was...

I know this all too well.

When I suffered a stroke in 2020, change didn’t just visit—it took over my body, my speech, my independence, my life. In those early moments, I didn’t see transformation. I saw loss. I saw pain. I saw fear. I saw a future I no longer recognized.

But here’s what I’ve come to understand: change is...

I didn’t just survive. I chose to live—magnificently, beautifully, and yes… imperfectly.

In the beginning, it wasn’t easy. My right hand, once...

So here’s how it went down—literally.
My new physical trainer, Jack, decided that the gym wasn’t challenging enough. Apparently, air-conditioning and padded floors are for softies. So, off we went to the exercise corner at my apartment.
You know, the one I used to casually stroll past thinking, “This corner isn’t for me. Irrelevant.”
Plot twist: it is now very relevant.
Jack introduced me to something called TRX....

Sometimes it’s a beautiful disaster — spilled coffee on your shirt, missed appointments, awkward conversations, hospital visits, and emotions that don’t fit into a box.

And yet, somehow, that mess?

That’s where the magic is.

Perfection is a Performance — Not Reality

Before my stroke, I chased perfection.

I wanted to be sharp, articulate, capable — always in control.

But stroke stripped that away...

At our past.

At people who didn’t believe in us.

At setbacks, systems, even time.

But here's a truth that hit me as I looked up at the sky:

The biggest limit… is often ourselves.

I’ve lived through silence. A silence that came after my stroke.

It robbed me of words, confidence, and my former self.

There were days I doubted if I could ever express myself again—days I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognise who I was becoming.

...

We see them as loss. As failure.

As doors shutting, dreams dissolving, or time running out.

But what if we changed the way we see endings?

What if we saw them the way we see sunsets?

That moment in the photo—just me, standing quietly as the sun dipped beneath the skyline—wasn’t planned. I didn’t go out chasing a perfect shot or a profound thought. But as the sky glowed with warm colours, something in me softened. Something finally...

If you had told me years ago that I’d be staring at my own face towering over New York City, I would’ve laughed. Hard. Then probably spilled my kopi.

But there it is.

Not just a book, but a journey.

A story that began in silence, frustration, and pain…

And somehow found its way to the most electric crossroads on Earth.

The Moment I Realised

I didn’t follow the script society laid out for me.

I tore it up and...

Some pages in our lives are hard to reread.

They carry pain, disappointment, maybe even regret.

But just because the beginning of your book had storms,

Doesn’t mean the ending can’t be filled with sunshine.

When I look at my own story,

There were chapters I never planned.

A stroke. A sudden pause.

A moment where everything seemed to stand still.

But stillness doesn’t mean the story is over.

It simply means…

You’re turning the page.

And when you do, you get to choose what’s next.

Will it be a chapter of...

I showed up thinking I’d get the usual pep talk, a few stretches, maybe some ultrasound. But my therapist had other plans. He rolled in with a thing. Not just any thing—this metallic, spring-loaded...

But as time passes, life rarely sticks to the script.

Instead, it surprises us.

Some plans fall apart. Others come together better than we imagined. Sometimes we feel stretched. Sometimes lifted. At the end of it all, what we truly carry with us is not whether the day met our...

Thanks to Singapore National Stroke Association, I found myself in a room full of laughter, loud music, and people punching the air like Rocky Balboa with a kopi-o kosong on their heads. I’m not even joking.

Enter Rasidah Caudal—aka Kakspiration—the Senior Master Trainer, STOTT Mat Pilates expert, ACE Senior...

Life has a funny way of showing us what truly matters—not in the grand, dramatic moments, but in the quiet ones. The moments we often overlook.

A smile shared over a glass of wine. A hand on your shoulder when words are too hard to find. The sound of laughter echoing louder than the doubt in your heart. These are the little things. And strangely enough, they’re...

Here I am, smiling in the A&E department — not exactly the most glamorous of settings, but sometimes life throws you a plot twist... or maybe a slippery floor. (No spoilers, but the floor won that round.)

Yes, my arm’s in a bandage.

Yes, the nurse said, “You again?” with just the right amount of concern and amusement.

And yes, I still smiled. Not because it didn’t hurt — but...

There’s something deeply powerful about a gentle heart.

It loves fiercely, listens intently, and moves through the world with empathy.

But that kind of softness? It needs protection — not to keep people out,

but to keep your light shining.

Kindness doesn't mean saying "yes" to everything.

It means knowing when to step back,

when to say “no,”

and when to guard your peace — with...

Life is very complicated.

Don’t try to find the answer.

Because when you find the answer,

Life changes the questions..."

I used to think life was about solving problems. That if I could just figure things out, everything would fall into place.

But life doesn't work that way.

After my stroke, I searched for answers—Why me? What now? How do I move forward?

And just when I thought I had the answers, life threw me a new set of...

You Must Walk Towards Them: My Journey Back to Life

There are moments in life when everything you know disappears in a blink—when the world goes silent, and you're left wondering if this is where it all ends.

For me, that moment came with a stroke.

It didn’t knock gently. It tore through my life, stealing my words, slowing my body, and stripping away the identity I had built for years.

I was a man who once spoke effortlessly, who moved through life with purpose...

A storm of thoughts tangled so tightly around my mind,

I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t breathe.

Everything inside me felt like scribbles—

no order, no meaning, just noise.

On the outside, people saw a face. Calm. Collected.

But inside, I was drowning in confusion, frustration, and pain.

After my stroke, that chaos became my reality.

Words slipped away from me.

Thoughts turned into puzzles I couldn’t...

For me, imagination has become a quiet superpower. When life feels uncertain or overwhelming, I don’t wait for happiness to arrive—I imagine it. I build it in my mind like a painting, stroke by stroke. I see the sunrise before it happens. I hear laughter even when the room is silent....

If someone had told me five years ago, when I was lying in a hospital bed struggling to speak, that I would go on to write not one, but five books, I might not have believed them.

But here I am — living proof that even in our darkest hours, hope can take root. That with persistence, heart, and a deep will to heal, we can rise again. And not just rise — but fly.

My fifth book,...