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Ageing, Beauty and Oranges
At work, there are a couple of older women that I really like. Martha-Lucia always greets me with enthusiasm. She always says she lives every day to the fullest because life is short and you just never know what happens.… Continue reading
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Perennial Film Student
Recently, I attended a friend/ former classmate’s birthday. We both went to university together and met at an acting class required by our film school. When she was working on her thesis film, her production company needed background… Continue reading
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Writers’ Rituals and Utter Clutter
I’m re-reading this book I first started maybe back in 2010 or 2013. It’s a collection of writers and their working habits (Daily Rituals by Mason Currey.) When I first started, I read it from cover to cover. A decade… Continue reading
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A Daily (Non) Ritual for the Unemployed
A Daily (Non) Ritual I’ve started reading a book called Daily Rituals, it chronicles different writers’ daily rituals for writing but I only read the women’s. Yesterday I took a walk at noon with my sister and niece, It was… Continue reading
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In my Angry Era
There are mornings when I wake up with overwhelming rage. It seems to come from a neglected part of myself—the unapologetic, not-so-nice girl that I’ve suppressed for far too long. It’s the version of me that doesn’t conform to societal… Continue reading
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The Demon at Your Door
August is here and the garden remains unweeded. The hydrangeas that once brought me joy– one of the few things I looked forward to, would not be blooming this season. They were alive, yes, but my mother, armed with good… Continue reading
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Life as a Magazine Intern
Life as a Magazine Intern For an unpaid intern, I’ve got quite a few deadlines on my plate. This isn’t something I begrudge, as I actually enjoy the work I’m doing and see this as something valuable in the long… Continue reading
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Cats and headaches and bahn mi
I went to feed my friend’s cats yesterday. While on the way, I stopped by a hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese restaurant. It was just a narrow room that had maybe four to five tables. One table had four people playing cards and… Continue reading
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We’re good, aren’t we?
It’s Tuesday, just half past midnight. Last night, I was waiting at the bus stop around the same time. It was my last shift at work. My co-worker made me go live on air to cast the news. My producer… Continue reading
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The tarot says..
But do I really have to work in breaking news? Do I really have to be a daily reporter? It’s not what I truly want, is it? Continue reading
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