Tuesday, January 23


Yes people, this is me doing my fair share of campaigning for the civil rights of refugees.

You see, i was born a refugee myself. Well, some sort. Back when Singapore was just founded, my parents (who eloped, because my father was this rich Indian merchant yet fell in love with a "commoner", who is my mother) sailed the seas in search for a brighter future for us all. My father's family had disowned him. However, my parents believed great things were to come for me, this first born.

She dreamed she was delivered of a tennis-ball, which the devil (who, to her great surprise, acted the part of a midwife) struck so forcibly with a racket that it disappeared in an instant; and she was for some time inconsolable for the lost of her offspring; when, all on a sudden, she beheld it return with equal violence, and enter the earth, beneath her feet, whence immediately sprang up a goodly tree covered with blossoms, the scent of which operated so strongly on her nerves that she awoke. The attentive sage, after some deliberation, assured my parents, that their firstborn would be a great traveller; that he would undergo many dangers and difficulties, and at last return to his native land, where he would flourish in happiness and reputation. How truly this was foretold will appear in the sequel.

Sadly my mother died soon after and my father was driven mad with grief!

Here's pictures of him to prove that i'm not lying...




You thought i was kidding weren't you??

Well anyway, with my father being in the mental condition he was in, i had to learn my trade in order for us to survive. At a very young age, I learnt to pick pockets. Very soon, I caught the eye of the most fearsome man on the streets. I was adopted by him and within a few years became his right-hand man.

We were very feared indeed.


My job was to go round collecting money in place of the protection we would offer. However, there were some complications during the process of one. One man was killed and i was forced to flee. And that was truly the start of some strange yet amazingly wonderful adventures i would have..

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