I’m Twenty-One But…

A chapter ends and another begins. I turn 21 today.

Many people celebrate their 21 with a birthday party. They invite their closest of friends and family to celebrate that special day with them.

For me?

Nah. I’ve never enjoyed parties nor will I ever think of hosting one. Apart from the financial burden it might have on me just for a day of smiles, being an introvert, I never liked being around too many people at any one time. I hate to divide my attention across many people and would rather spend long hours with just a few.

Maybe you might disagree but I prefer a day of quiet and reflection.

To tell you the truth, I never liked the commemoration of my birthday, it reminds me too much of growing older. Each new digit that adds on to my age comes with added burden and responsibilities. Not only that, it forces me to face the fact that my life will never be the same again; parents will get older, unfortunate events will happen, people will move out of your life and so on. Reality just kicks you in the balls annually, you feel me?

In the past, when I envisioned myself as a 21-year-old man, I’ve always thought of myself as a self-sustaining, successful person with a life that is geared, set and ready to go. Looking at it now, not so much. Maybe I did achieve some minor successes, e.g. getting into a university. However, a plan for life? Not really.

But maybe, I have to look back to truly appreciate how far I have come.

Here’s a rough timeline of my life thus far:

Kandang Kerbau Hospital (KKH) → 13th December 1995

Jurong Town Primary School → 2001 – 2002

Lakeside Primary School → 2002 – 2007

Yuan Ching Secondary School → 2008 – 2011

Catholic Junior College → 2012 – 2013

Worked at Yuan Ching Secondary School as a Relief Teacher → February 2014 – May 2014

Basic Military Training (BMT) at Pulau Tekong in the Singapore Armed Forces (SAF) →
May 2014 – July 2014

Singapore Civil Defence Force → July 2014 – March 2016

National University of Singapore → August 2016 – Whenever

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”

If you have been following me for a while, you would know that memories matter to me a lot. I document almost anything interesting in my life, taking videos and photographs of things that might not ever happen again.

As of recently, I’ve been trying my best to live life. To cherish every moment. Even more so as I turn 21 because I know that anything that happens from here on has a conscious and direct effect on me e.g. a death of a loved one.

After living for about a quarter of your expected lifespan, you start to realise that there really isn’t much time. Therefore, I think that with the time we have left, we should not waste a single moment of it.

So, what’s next for me?

I’m not really sure.

I just have to live every moment and see where that takes me.





There are many things that we want but there are only so many things that we need.

How do we balance them out?

How do we stop ourselves from consuming more than we need?

This thought came to me when I was looking into the minimalism lifestyle, not because I want to be a minimalist but because I was interested in the cleanliness and the aesthetics of minimalism.

Minimalism is the lifestyle of keeping everything to a minimum and only purchase or own things that you need.

Most, if not all minimalist start out by discarding all the things that they do not need and by understanding that most things that they have e.g. memorabilia, are for ‘just in case’ which never happens.

I also face the save dilemma when I’m about to throw something. Do I really need that thing or do I just want to keep it in the event where I MIGHT need it? Most of the time, I realised that that event when I need it will never happen.

Also, memories are a huge part of my life. This is why I love to take photographs and record videos. Thus, there are many things in my life, e.g. letters and such, which I keep for the sake of keeping.

But then, we do not need them. They are a baggage. A burden.

Take a photograph of them if you need and chuck them away.

To be honest, I’m just sharing my opinion and what I’ve learnt so far about minimalism and how some of the ideas are in parallel with what I believe, however, I am by no means a minimalist. Though, I am trying to keep the items I own to a minimum.

Looks, like I have much work to do. Till next time!

A Place We Cherish

Do you have a place that you cherish with all your heart? Your childhood home, the park near your house or your school? Do you have that kind of place? I know I do. One of those places is my secondary school. It is a typical school with facilities that you would usually find in any other school such as an indoor sports hall, a field and a gym. It does not have anything spectacular about it but I still cherish it. I cherish it not for what the school had to offer but I cherish it because of the memories made in the halls. I cherish the memories that the classrooms carry, the memories that

It is a typical school with facilities that you would usually find in any other school such as an indoor sports hall, a field and a gym. It does not have anything spectacular but I still cherish it. I cherish it not for what the school had to offer but I cherish it because of the memories made in the halls. I cherish the memories that the classrooms carry, the memories that the canteen reminds me of, the memories that I can recall from each nook and cranny. It is the memories that were made there which makes my secondary school a place that I cherish. Now, whenever I walk those corridors and look into the classrooms, I remember all the fun I had, all the laughter and drama that happened.

A place that we cherish holds a lot of sentimental and emotional value, it is the nostalgia that comes with it that makes us feel attached to it, a certain longing for it.

To me, the places that I cherish will always have a place in my heart and when I am to visit them again in the future, I am sure that all those memories of the past will come flooding back in.


Life Is Counted in Memories Not Years

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Life Is Counted In Memories Not Years

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The title was taken from an engraving on a gravestone when I went to visit the cemetery recently.

“Life is counted in memories not years” is a wonderful quote and I completely agree with it.

Sometimes we forget that the memories that we form from our experiences in life are much more important than the number of years that we have lived so far.

Imagine waking up as an 80-year-old with cracking bones and sore muscles thinking about whether you have truly lived life. You tried to recall all the experiences and memories that you had when you were younger but realised that it did not amount to much. You began to realise that most of the years that you have lived are empty years without any wonderful memories. Those empty years are instead filled with routine work and so much procrastination, chasing after something material that never lasts. You feel deep regret because you know that you should have used your younger years better by experiencing and exploring life. Now, when you finally realised that living a long time does not matter, it is already too late.

I have always found value in memories over many other things and when I saw that engraving on that gravestone, it brought me new found motivation to learn and explore the world as much as I can. I have this ultimate dream that when it is time for me to die, I would want to be on my deathbed with a wealth of beautiful memories that I can tell my children and grandchildren and pass knowing that I have truly lived life.