Monthly Archives: November 2013

Beer is essential

Gone were the days when I went on binge drinking stunt at local clubs and waking up the next day with a hangover. I appreciate drinking now more than before even though if it means having just one or two … Continue reading

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It is right there!!

Can you see it?! It is right there!! Sometimes, we go round in circles to search for what we want but we failed to stop and observe that what we want could possibly be just right in front. This photo … Continue reading

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Three days of joy and comfort.

We were barely together for three days. It took me half a day to realise you were gone. I was so happy on the first day because you felt so right. And you brought joy and comfort to me. Who … Continue reading

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Mother Gaia’s lullaby

Down it came. The temperature of air dropped slightly. Sound of the pouring rain in this concrete jungle. I miss hearing the raindrops on roof. And the smell of wet soil in the air. Nature has sent me a lullaby… … Continue reading

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O mighty mind!

It must be the man I bumped into this noon. No, must be the cat on the streets. Or the dress I’m gonna wear this sat. The ending of Ender’s Game. Maybe it’s the upcoming trip to china. Nope, doubt … Continue reading

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Conversation with a 22 year old good looking Swedish

I was heading home and decided I should get myself a peanut butter waffle as I need to take my meds. Therefore, I needed to have food. The bakery I was going to is known for their waffles and there … Continue reading

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Conversation with a 5 years old intruder

I was seated at a corner having my own Fan Choy, minding my own business. Across me was the cashier where a mother was paying for a Lian Rong bun for her son, who seems to be  3 -5 years old. The mother was … Continue reading

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