We got back our pink ICs after two years. How could this piece of plastic, pink and flimsy, be the enduring object of such unbearable yearning and envy?
I surrendered her away at Tekong: Tekong was the first time in my life that I had ever seen such stars in the night sky. Mandai gave her back to me: Mandai was the first time I had ever heard the cry of an eagle.
“Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose”