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 I tend to look for signs in life -  premonitions or indications that I'm meant to do something, say something. "Okay, if I get into Manchester, I'm meant to straighten my hair." I know what..the..fuck.. does getting into Medical school and a new hairstyle have to do with anything. Blame it perhaps on the irrational side of me that yearns to give ( Read more... )

 
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 After more than a year of not updating this space, I think now would be more than apt to revive it. There is something unnerving about being in London, away from home and out of my comfort zone and my incredibly insipid Singaporean life that's forcing me to be more perceptive. From the moment we landed, I shamefully admit we've been tourist-y and ( Read more... )