Conditioning. You must condition yourself to be prepared for the worst. So that you can handle it. So that it doesn’t come as a shock to you.
Please don’t say that, Daddy.
You know it needs to be said. That this is reality. I’m very happy that I’ve lived a good and full life. So I am...
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my dad leaving one day.
E growing up so quickly and making my heart melt each time I see her.
having to fork out RM4,000 for nursery school fees.
turning 32.
having to diet for my health.
the avalanche of emails in my work email inbox.
having to draft four joint venture agreements by Wednesday (tomorrow!)
having snipped my long hair off.
the...
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Was this how God had planned her life for her? She didn’t know, but she was so happy now that she didn’t care. For 26 years, she had been taunted, laughed at, bullied, pitied… She didn’t know why she had been so affected, when she knew that it was bound to happen. So she was...
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He was meticulous in the clean-up. Very meticulous. Very calm. Very cool and collected.
Whistling as he removed the blood-stained Thomas Pink shirt he was wearing, he mopped up the mess in the living room. His favourite Arcos lamp had tiny splatters of blood on the base. The vivid red, varnish-looking blood was seeping into the...
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