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finger the rice
‘i eat rice every day’, K said. ‘i grew up in Pennsylvania but my parents are from Cambodia. i was the only brown girl in high school. rice is roots for me’, she said. ‘i have never been that much into rice’, i said. and suddenly i thought if not being into rice means i… Read more
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growing pains
A. called me. ‘my grandpa passed away. he was 98.’ we went to the beach and walk 10 km to vent the pain. ‘i like my life in Melbourne. but i should be in the UK to say goodbye to him. i knew we are far away of everything, but today i realised how isolated… Read more
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cathartic chaos
four fridays ago i was tired and about to take a rain check. ‘i had a terrible week. i need some sleep’, i said. ‘come on, will be fun’, F. said. T. texted me as well: ‘has been a while. we NEED to catch up’, he wrote. i have no personality left, c’est partie pour… Read more
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ready for love
i was with Z. having lunch in Rathdowne street. ‘how are you?, how was your week?’, she asked me. ‘week was ok. it’s just that i am being targeted by this stupid ad in instagram: “don’t chase, attract” is the punching line. i am not chasing anything… but things being said, what i attract, is… Read more
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a hinge fairytale
i wrote Z. to have some news about her life. she was excited about her second date with this new guy. kind of the perfect modern prince. tall. PhD. attractive mind. european with asian eyes. the fact that he lives in a castle just added up. how was the chateau weekend?, i asked her. ‘it… Read more