February 2012
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Which is precisely what we were. I am not sure that it is possible for anyone brought up in the East to appreciate entirely what New York, the idea of New York, means to those of us who came out of the West and the South. To an Eastern child, particularly a child who has always has an uncle on Wall Street and who has spent several hundred Saturdays first at F.A.O. Schwarz and being fitted for...
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I can’t attend her funeral. I wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t sure when I will be, or whether I was ever going to be ready. She was her normal healthy self when I last visited home five months prior. That’s partly why I envied him: he had seen her dying moments. I, on the other hand, was supposed to come home after my exams end in March. I wasn’t there to witness her...
January 2012
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Ultimate, most important resolution: STOP TALKING LIKE A SINGAPOREAN.
