Hello Mr Sheeran



Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

But it is the only thing that I know

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

I spent Sunday night third wheeling and singing along to Mr Sheeran. Yes, third-wheeling because unlike everyone else, I went to the concert with my parents.

Dad’s been quite a fan of Ed for quite a while now. A couple of years ago, there was a streaming of Ed performing at Wembley. Dad excitedly shouted to us “Hey come and see, Ed Sheeran is performing on TV!”. We were, of course, surprised then that not only did he know who Ed was, he actually recognised Ed.

When Dad found out that he was performing here in Singapore, he happily told us that he would accept tickets to the concert for his Christmas present.

Of course he had no clue that tickets were in such high demand. Thankfully I was at home when tickets went on sale, and as such didn’t have to sell a kidney in order to purchase three tickets from Carousell.


We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

And time’s forever frozen still


Seven months ago when I bought the tickets, I was less than a month post op. If you asked some of my closer friends, they would tell you that I wasn’t confident that I would make it to the concert. Seven months later, I checked two things off the bucket list – watching Ed perform live, and watching him perform with two of the most important people in my life.

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes. Over the years like any other child, I have had my fair share of fights and arguments with my parents. In fits of anger nasty words were often spewn.

But it is the only thing that I know – one thing I realised recently is that the purpose of life is really love. Life is really about loving not just your friends and family, but loving the very marvelous creations around us, and of course loving and respecting every being.

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes. It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.

It really is not easy to continue loving me, even as a friend. Thank you, Mummy and Daddy, for continuing to do so, and for all the friends that have stood by me these couple of months.


So you can keep me

Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans

Holding me closer ’til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home

Live boldy;



PS: I’m not dying yet lah oi. Just thankful for a lot of things, thankful for life and love.