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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Finding my feet

On: 17:50
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By: Ping
The memory of when I got home back in Nov of 2016, of feeling unbearably sad the first days, comes back to me clear as glass. I remember tearing up in my sis' car on the way home from the airport. It was really sweet of my sister...

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Change

On: 12:05
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Have been contemplating migrating this blog to Wordpress.org/ learn how to build my own website/ make a prettier blog and also to write more often... Friends or acquaintances often ask me while I was taking pictures of breakfast/lunch/dinner: 'So what do you do with all the photos of...

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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Homecoming

On: 15:22
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After almost 8 years away, I am now going home. I cannot put my finger on my feelings about it and hence not sure how to answer the question from friends, 'So, are you happy about moving home?' The first and foremost thing that wrenches my heart is...

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Tuesday, August 02, 2016

Hiding place

On: 15:42
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Recently chanced upon an unexpectedly good hiding place as I strode into the calm blue waters of Genova. Realised that being under the water with my snorkel is even better than putting on environmental noise-cancelling headphones. My muscles relax in the cool waters and I get a rare,...

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Thursday, January 14, 2016

Tabula Rasa

On: 10:33
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Just read this posted on a good friend's Facebook page at the end of last year, a bit late but better than never... Amazing how it can feel like something written is directed to me (even when it wasn't) because it hits the precise nail on the head....

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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Reminders...

On: 14:37
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By: Ping
The other day, before I realised it, a phrase we used to use together (or rather, he taught me: 'schlime schlime') came to mind unbidden as I started coughing. Just like that, the good memories of him, of us when we were happy together flooded back like a...

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Monday, October 12, 2015

Ever felt like...

On: 12:31
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everything you did up to this moment in your life has been a mistake? you are the biggest failure in this world? nothing will ever come out of all your effort scouring the internet for jobs and sending application after application for over a year? you just want...

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She always liked the moment when she had a clock in pieces, with every wheel and spring carefully laid out on the black velvet cloth in front of her. It was like looking at Time, dismantled, controllable, every part of it understood... She wished her life was like that. It would be nice to reduce it to bits, spread them all out on the table, clean and oil them properly and put them together so that they coiled and spun like they ought to. But sometimes it seems that her life had been assembled by a not very competent craftswoman, who had allowed a number of small but important things to go ping into the corners of the room.

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