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You have a dream to master a skill. Maybe you want to learn a new language so you can converse with someone you love. Maybe you want to play a musical instrument and bring joy to yourself and others. Maybe you want to complete a marathon. Or finally write and
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Sunset, flowers and butterflies are your favourite things. They are my favourite too. So are you. Reply: I just saw this ____ and thank you so much. You mean so much to me too
"When I was young, I thought my father was foolish. It took me years to understand what kind of man he really was." I do not remember the day my father found me. Everything I know about that day was told to me later. I was born with
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On my walk home, this pink Pentas caught my eye. It welcomed the morning light with open blooms and visiting butterflies. I paused to enjoy its simple beauty. Then I thought of my wife, who has always loved pink.
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I have listened to lovers planning tomorrow. I have shared long silences with the elderly, who came not to speak, but to remember. Every morning I watched hurried footsteps on their way to work. Every evening I welcomed tired souls on their journey home. Some who rested here are no
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I am looking for at least 30 Filipinos living in Singapore to be featured as contributing authors in a new book. Every person has a story. Why did you come to Singapore? What has life been like here? What do you love most? What has challenged you? Has Singapore changed
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People see a void deck. I see lines and colours. People see an old man. I see myself, ten years from now.
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A 30-Day Mobile Cinematic Video Challenge Have you ever watched a beautiful video on Facebook, Instagram or YouTube and wondered, "How did they make that look so cinematic?" The surprising truth is this. It usually isn't the camera. It's the person behind the
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Most remember the skyline and its iconic landmarks. I remember the back lanes. They are where the city whispers its secrets, where love, loneliness, and life quietly unfold.
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He sat beneath the tree, smiling at its song. The bird sang from behind a cage. He believed he loved the bird. Love would have opened the door.
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When I was younger, I believed that happiness would arrive when I achieved the next milestone. When I earned more money. When I became more successful. When I reached the next goal. But life taught me something different. Happiness is not waiting at the end of the journey. It can
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My grandparents left China for Nanyang in search of a better life. My parents lived through the Japanese Occupation and experienced poverty. Their generation learned to survive through hard work, thrift, and perseverance. My mother's advice to me was simple: work hard. As for me, I survived years
