Ke Xuen's Weblog

The author is thinking of the past memories where and when he fetched his child and how he feels towards Singapore's multi-racial country.Yes, it was almost the same, except that it wasn't malay chauffeurs this time. Instead it was maids who were chatting around each other.

My school badge has a lighted torch
which carries the meaning for every thought.

To me, it has no reason
to think about such an embarrassment.

I once had a foolish idea
that was to drink beer.

My father had bought a crate
but which i drank only a sip.

The Primary school years were over,
and too were the chilhood years.