SINGAPORE: On the cement stands of a 73-year-old badminton hall on Guillemard Road, where a banner of Wong Peng Soon flutters in the rafters and The Rolling Stones once rocked in 1965, sits a young man, intense and honest, contemplating the twisting, arduous road he’s travelled.
Part of who Jason Teh is, and what he holds precious, is written on his body. On his arm, the word “Family” is tattooed and a shuttlecock, things he prizes most and must be faithful to. On the rest of his body are inked notes to himself.
