reflection
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My first leisure read
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≻: My first leisure readUniversity reading is a lot. There’s 2.5 books to read every week and sometimes I just have to go into…
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A sip of Gong Cha
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≻: A sip of Gong ChaThe craving for bubble tea (or BoBa, as the Americans call it) was something I wish I had left behind…
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The Art of Missing
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≻: The Art of MissingI remember this poem “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop, about the heartbreaking way the speaker perfects the art of losing…
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Silence in the departure hall
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≻: Silence in the departure hallThe loudness of jewel fades like a dream as I travel alone up the lift into the departure hall. The…
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Singapore closes her curtains
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≻: Singapore closes her curtainsI tried dyeing my hair red recently, but it turns out my hair is too dark to colour without bleaching.…
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Living – and how it sounds from the too loud stereos of street buskers
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≻: Living – and how it sounds from the too loud stereos of street buskersThere is a type of people that puzzles me. The lady with a bob, a full of head of white…
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