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Something I wrote a very long time ago when I was still in sec school or JC. Thought it still carried some promise. Maybe I should dig through my recorded memories to peer at the stories I was telling myself then.
He thumps his cane on the ground rhythmically, marking the fading light. Before him, an empty deserted carpark. The working crowd whisk ( Read more... ) -
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I fell violently ill on Sunday night. Woke in the middle of the night, bloated and burping, that quickly descended into vomitting and diarrhoea. It was awful. Monday was a lot better. With sufficient medication, the purging stopped, only to give way to fever and body aches. It's Tuesday and I'm still contending with this stomach viral infection ( Read more... ) -
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First up, this is not poetry, I wouldn't pretend at something that is not in me. Formatted prose, that sounds more apt. Second, I'm fine, nothing happened. This was just the product of a random moment, a random musing on a random day. Just thought it's something I wanted to pen down before it fades away and joins the big mass of could-have-been- ( Read more... ) -
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Made me tear.
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I used to wonder at the people who watch movies alone. Going to the cinema is such a social event. It's the de facto thing to do in Singapore besides eat, play pool and go shoppping. Even if it's a crappy show, it's an official reason to spend time together with someone or simply just to spend time outside of home ( Read more... ) -
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Taken from the book I'm currently reading - Donald Miller; A Million Miles in a Thousand Years ( Read more... ) -
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Just got back my student evaluation scores and feedback. Very encouraging. Things are awesome at work. Albeit being overworked sometimes, I'm really enjoying myself. The kids really make everything worth it ( Read more... ) -
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Every morning on my way to work, I pass an elderly couple sitting at a bench underneath a block of HDB flats. The white haired dame would be holding his arm with a placid expression, gently stroking. He would be asleep, slackjawed in the morning sun. Sometimes, they would share the company of their maid, a determined young lady with a square jaw ( Read more... ) -
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I was having dinner with my parents at the hawker center yesterday night. We were just done and making small talk when my mum turned towards a man 2 tables away and sighed.
"This is what he has become."
My Dad looked and echoed her sigh.
I turned to see a grown man with unkempt hair, shuffling around in a faded t shirt asking for money from ( Read more... )