This Christmas, in the midst of the lights and presents and raucous laughter, perhaps you’re feeling a little lonely, or…
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reflections
Rain on me.
It’s like leaving clay out in the sun. What was once mouldable and pliable becomes rock solid, and when faced…
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Warrior Princess.
When they told me you had left, I didn’t cry. I only felt like the news I had been half-expecting…
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In spite of it all.
I suppose that’s the toughest part- to eat it all, love and hate, in a single bite. Sweet meat and…
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Where Home is, Truly.
* This post was meant to be posted on National Day, 9 August 2010, but was postponed because Wai Jia…
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Shepherd’s Voice.
Perhaps, one of the hardest lessons I have had to learn, was to stop listening to so many people. Even…
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