When my family moved back home to Singapore in 2009, I found myself plucked from my comfortable expat world and thrust into an entirely new society. Moving is never easy, especially for a young adolescent on the cusp of teenagehood. And so my twelve-year-old self dealt with the trauma of change by immersing herself in another world – a world of knights, soldiers, princesses and kings.
Hence The Lost Time was born, scribbled away on half-filled notebooks in between chemistry notes and mathematical equations, whilst hiding in my room on searing afternoons and on balmy evenings. For those of you who don’t mind spending a few hours of your time reading a story concocted by a preteen- well, I hope you have fun laughing at the limited vocabulary and clichéd phrases (which has provided me with a lot of amusement post-hoc)!
Enough of the laborious droning, this is one habit I regret picking up since.
Enjoy.
Ruru 