They never stopped moving. They were dancing, jerking quickly back and forth like hyperactive elves on steroids. It was disturbing…
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reflections
The Writer’s paradox.
I could never explain it. One moment, it’s brave confession and another, awkward embarrassment. A friend once asked me before,…
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Welcome Home.
I froze when I got the phonecall. “You say, what?… How did this happen? … Is he okay? Can he…
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the Life in me.
Those of you who’ve been reading the papers in Singapore would know about this story. Benjamin Mok was cycling with…
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In Your Eyes.
“Wo na tian zhen de hen kai xin.” It means, I was so very happy that day. “Na zhong chang…
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Time for a Rainbow.
For the longest time, I thought A Taste of Rainbow would be published earliest by 2011. With the excruciating process…
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