Truth be told, I think the artist in me does love a good love story, does love the heroic grandeur,…
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reflections
Unromatically Romantic.
I’ve been labelled before-haven’t we all? But Unromantic must be one I hold the greatest grudge against. That in particular,…
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Good Gifts.
I almost bought it. An embarrassingly whacked-up roadbike going for an incredibly low price. It was a terrible fit, and…
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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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Like a Grain of Wheat.
Two weekends ago, we had a thanksgiving dinner at my publisher’s home. It was Special, because it was the first…
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