his-story
14th December 2004
A day to remember
He was born into a family that had clawed its way from a rural village to the city. It was a well-to-do household by some standards, with more than ten people crammed into a 400-square-foot shophouse. Life was a struggle for everyone, even before he came into the world.
Everyone thought his birth was a miracle: the arrival of the only son in the family. But the miracle came with a cruel twist. He was born with multiple health conditions, including a visual disability, a devastating blow to a family already struggling to make ends meet.
Throughout his childhood, he underwent years of training to cope with his visual disability, all while being admitted to the hospital almost every other month. Those were the dog days of his life, or so he hoped.
Music was his only refuge. He loved imagining himself performing on stage, lost in a world where he could be someone else. Yet what could be more frustrating than dreaming of the stage while being held back by stage fright and deep-rooted insecurities about his appearance? He feared that simply being himself would bring shame upon his family.
Growing up in an Asian family could be suffocating in ways he could never quite explain. He was expected to follow a path laid out by his parents and his already-successful cousins, all in the name of saving face. Everyone has to put on a mask!
He could never bring himself to tell others about his past or the sorrow he had carried for so long. So he began writing songs. Not merely to express himself, but to capture fleeting moments and emotions he wished he could freeze in time.Cappadocia Sunset marked a turning point. It was the moment he began to realise that beauty still exist in the world, that there were things capable of pulling him out of his seemingly endless sorrow. For once, he felt alive. He felt seen. And, perhaps for the first time, he felt that he belonged.