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December 2011
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October 2011
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Panda crisp
Nutrition Facts
7%
Cholesterol
Protein 3g
Calcium
4%
Best before:
Remember how when you were little, Mom would sit across from you at breakfast, looking at you as you stuffed cereal? You’ve always liked to read the cereal box, she would say. And when you’re older she might add to her college friends, oh boy, he’s gonna be a cereal box reader for the rest of his life, like how he always...
June 2011
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Eddie's walk
It had always been 3:00 pm for Eddie ever since he moved to this planet. Eddie walked straight along the equator, exactly as fast as the little planet rotates, in the opposite direction. He walked through bazaars made of orange tents bustling with the old lady’s bargaining shrieks and the butcher’s crisp chop down a pig thigh and chicken bicker and fluster and the roaring fire of wok fry,...
March 2011
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Mother
Daddy liked his bedroom minimalistic. A lamp tucked away in a corner, really not doing much in this windowless basement. Maple charcoal floor, empty except for a closet and his bed. White walls, no picture, no poster, no mirror, like a blank stare. I stood by the doorway, looking at the strings of smoke squiggling shadows on the wall. The smoke made me cough. Sweetie, go play, said Daddy. He...
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What does education do to us?
One thing I find interesting about nature is its motif of generating genetic diversity. Through ways little and big such as errors in copying DNA, swapping DNA between neighbouring bacteria, and inheriting some but not all traits from each parent, life forms change and adapt. The paradox is, even when one characteristic can be more prevalent than others due to its survival advantages (hence the...
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Twice in Venice
The tide wakes her from her nap. Not sure since when, the water has swept across the balcony, ankle-high. In the setting sun, a few roofs peek through the water. Far in the distance to her right are the soaring domes of the Basilica di San Marco, slowly swallowed by the glimmering tides.
Swish swash, swish swash, the quiet breathing of the water.
She pushes hard against the arm...
November 2010
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The puppet and the angel
Everyday, as the second hand covers the hour and minute hands, me, the puppet, and the old man would form the apexes of an equilateral triangle. Without a shadow, we would divide the circular piazza precisely in three along its circumference. At 12:02pm, a crowd would emerge from the subway, squinting in the flooding midday sun.
This would herald a few buses of tourists. The tourists would sit...
September 2010
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The cousin who never cried
When Bonnie was three, she hated going to her grandparents’. Not that she disliked her grandparents, who, Monday to Friday, at 4pm, would pick her up from her daycare a few blocks away from their apartment. It was her evil five-year-old cousin, Josh, who was pale as a ghost but liked to pretend that he was a pirate. He didn’t have to go to school, and could roam freely doing...