My dream of creating my own stage and drawing an audience has been buried beneath other priorities in my life.
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For me, music has always been a stream of inspiration, the medicine for dejection, and an elixir of zest.
I love to sing, and find myself perpetually absorbed by the songs on stages, TVs, radios,… In my adolescent, I would put fingers on my throat when singing to make the vibrato, and put my face inside a wash-basin to feel the echo and amplification of my voice.
In my 40s, I took private singing lessons and joined a choir that exclusively sang ABBA songs. However, I felt dissatisfied with only two public performances per year for the group. I managed to quench my thirst of singing through the occasional karaoke party but just like fashion, the trend died down after a few years. But wait there’s more!
My own stage to perform,
To sing out with passion,
To give out affection,
To those need care.
I went home disappointed but one man’s kind action helped us own a four-bedroom house!
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In 1990, my six-person family emigrated and resettled in Canberra. We had to donate our highly valued house (worth an estimated $900,000 AUD now) in Vietnam, in exchange for our passports.
It’s an important Asian tradition to own, says the proverb, “A house to live and a grave to die.” But wait there’s more!
I used to be a commander. Ten years in jail and two decades later it was panic on the first day in my job.
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My family resettled in Canberra in November 1990 under the sponsorship of our daughter hiMe, who worked at the Australian Bureau of Statistics.
I was 57 years old then. I needed a job to support my family. I was a graduate Electronics Communications Engineer at the US Army Signal School, so I applied with Telstra.
Telstra accepted my application but I didn’t hear from them for a long time. But wait there’s more!