Every midday down the main alley way unto our street a scanty man with a crooked nose, messy hair and a filthy beard would approach our house. 318 more words
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It’s been a sad week for us Singaporeans as we mourn the death of our Founding Father and first Prime Minister.
I look at social medias, family, relatives and friends being crushed by his death, the sky is crying, people are crying, the whole nation is crying. 406 more words