February to September were difficult months last year, some more excruciating than others. Nonetheless, though my eyes could not see…
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Recovery
Feet of Clay.
It’s like being given a new pair of legs when you’ve been crippled all your life, a new set of…
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Dance with me.
It does me so much good to be corrected by professors and friends at the hospital- how else to shave…
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You’re my Everything.
Just a week ago, I lamented how much I missed acting and dancing, just how much I missed the stage,…
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One heart.
I didn’t realise it’s been a whole year since I met Grandpa Zhou. A whole year since I made friends…
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Self-discovery, All over again.
The parallel is striking. Just as how my life collapsed and shrunk inwards, backwards when depression seeped in, I almost…
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