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The man who sold happiness

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

Waiting For A Sequel

When I’m alone, my mind pushes out words which I form into poetry. It was just hours ago when I wrote this this poem. I dedicate this to you… :( 176 more words


Permanently Temporary

I feel as ironic as the title right now. What’s the point of pretending you’re okay though you really aren’t when you want someone to show you they cared? 509 more words


Remembering LKY.

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


It is 5.30 pm.

It is 5.30 pm; the sun has not yet set but you won’t call it bluntly “day”. I have just finished offering the Namaz for Zohr and Asr. 1,269 more words


Reflections on the impact of the First World War

Social impacts

One of the many reasons why the First World War was such an important event in British history, is the profound impact it had on society. 672 more words

First World War

It was 1985.

It was 1985. It was Rambo:First Blood, Part Two. It was my dad and my uncle and their exciting new four-head video cassette recorder, with it’s ability to deliver crystal clear slow-motion playback. 42 more words