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Every morning began with this cup. The enamel mug... chipped at the rim, stained by coffee. Morning after morning, it waited faithfully on the kitchen table. ~ Singapore, My Memories Who in your family always had an enamel mug? What do you remember about them?
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The scent of every childhood night. The mosquito coil... glowing quietly beside the bed. Its smoke chased mosquitoes, and somehow, brought us sleep. ~ Singapore, My Memories Did your family use mosquito coils? What memories come back when you smell one today?
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Mother packed more than just food. The tiffin... three tiers of love from a mother's kitchen. Carried to school, to work, to a simpler time. ~ Singapore, My Memories What do you remember about tiffin carriers?
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Later, you forget. Later, you tired. Later, you busy. Later, you lose interest. Later, you no money. Later, you don’t want. Later, you change your mind. Later, you regret. But you say later again. Later, your chance gone. Later, you wish you tried. Later, too late already. Credit: inspired
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54 years ago, I sat by the rock at East Coast Park. The birds in the tree were chirping. The waves were licking the beach. The wind was caressing my face. I was young, single and wondering what the future hold. Today I went back to the same rock, an
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(Haiku) Yellow umbrella Skylines hum, I stay unhurried Moon keeps my secret Explanation: In a world of black and white, I choose to be the one color that cannot be ignored. While the city is alive, busy, and restless, I remain calm. The city does not know why I stopped.