* Warning: This post may be graphic and offensive. With the rancid smell of smoke in the air, gaudy streetlights,…
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loving the poor
Merry Christmas.
I dream a lot, both in the day and at night. And it often gives me goosebumps to find out…
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Money Matters.
It ought to have been a very simple decision of purchase. But like a man paralysed from the neck down,…
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Flutter.
The classrooms were brightly-coloured, filled with murals of cartoon animals. And ever so often, the morning silence would be pierced…
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Once, I dreamt.
Once, we dreamt of nobility. Ask any child. He will tell you he wants to be a policeman. A firefighter….
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Come away. (edited)
It’s been a busy period. What with the interminably long hours at the hospital, studying for my first surgical test,…
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