One AfternoonHe saw her again. She was playing the violin.One Afternoon
Quietly, unobtrusively, she stood in a corner of the underpass. Crowds of passers-by streamed past like the edges of a dream; she was lost in her own haven of swirling, mellifluous notes.
He liked watching her play, liked the way her head bent just the slightest bit to support the violin on her shoulder, liked the way her hand drew the bow up and down, up and down.
Today he had time. Today he would listen, really listen to her performance.
Her hand arched gracefully as she drew the bow across the violin strings in one fluid motion; a clear, vib
An EncounterThe girl looked nervy. She was standing there, pale as a ghost, one hand fingering her blouse uneasily.An Encounter
“Please write down your name and age here, miss. Yours and your sister’s. Could you also tell me how your sister looks like, and what she was wearing this morning.” Smile confidently, speak with assurance. Pretty standard questions. In fact I had the utmost confidence that the little troublemaker would be found and safely returned within the hour.
Strange, though, how upset the girl looked. Almost as if—
—snap.
Her pencil lead broke.
I passed her my
Culture shiokA Defining Moment of “Culture-shiok”Culture shiok
What is culture, after all? The immigrant shrugs. The prospect of a better life, is, of course, the main motivating factor for moving to the flourishing nation of Singapura.
Singapore is truly a mish-mash of customs, traditions, and ethnicity.
Singapore, moreover, is a nation celebrated for its pop culture. We have become westernized. Hannah Montana, Starbucks, Hershey’s—the glitzy evidence of the level of which it has permeated our society.
We follow the trends, because they are deemed as ‘cool’. Sure, Chinese New Year, H
Lost and FoundLost and FoundLost and Found
Oftentimes, I find, it is:
a pen, notebook, or letters; maybe a set of keys, cards, slippers.
I know of a man who lost himself once; he was a nuisance. Good riddance.
Less common-place:
a war, a country, your head; (yes really) I wince (at so much bloodshed).
These, I cannot help.
But when you lose:
a vision, goal or aspiration, do not sink into dejection.
Do not mope. For I am hope.
And nice stuff here. Nice to see a fellow writer
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They say that in time, that moment...That single person comes for you. And I have found that person. Audrey + Steve forever
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i have no sig...
go along with your lives
BE ACTIVE! MUAHAHA
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--make me feel something out of this junkyard world
:3
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--make me feel something out of this junkyard world
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