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It’s less than a week till the anticipated release of my first year exam results. I don’t know what to make of it. During this time, we’re all waiting for a piece of news bearing that golden ticket to the UK. There hasn’t been a phone call, an e-mail, a letter. I’m beginning to understand […]

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The Un-Chinese: A Banana Speaks

Dinner will only be a 90 cent bun because today you didn’t study hard enough, Yi Wen. You’re only having dinner when you get back at 11.30 pm because you couldn’t finish even one essay. What a failure. I’m a self-punishing psychotic. Even after the strenous eight months, I painted for four days straight, stopping […]

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Ten Shots: Snappy Singapore II

More snapshots of Singapore. It is evident that Singapore pumps money into the art scene and the preservation of heritage buildings. I’m a sucker for heritage buildings. While Malaysia does a poor job at it by demolishing pre-war buildings in the name of development, Singapore shows that an air of modernity can be infused into […]

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Ten Shots: Snappy Singapore I

One of my aims when I’m in my twenties is to budget travel as much as possible. Since I was a kid, I was obsessed with the idea of backpacking; me lugging a huge knapsack, walking everywhere and staying in budget hotels. Staying in budget hotels hasn’t materialised, but in my two so-called solo trips […]

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Shot that Albatross

Dad used to read to us Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s seven-part poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner from an old blue pocket-size book wrapped tightly with transparent plastic. The way he read it used to give me the chills, especially when his voice dropped to a ghostly whisper at the part where the ghost ship […]

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I’m Not Here

Radiohead’s How To Disappear Completely was playing on loop in the background. I should be writing on alternative dispute resolution. That there, that’s not me I go where I please I reached for a pencil. Paper. The back of some old criminal law notes will do. Strange. I never draw on new paper. I walk […]

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