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Fireworks

Fireworks were never the same after that night. I remember all of us, crowded on the apartment’s rooftop, just a few streets across Kallang Stadium. It was National Day, the celebration had reached its climax, soon would come fireworks. We rushed up the roof, the patter of our feet interrupting the strains of national day… Read More Fireworks

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If

The chords came first, easy and melodic, a deceptively simple progression. The eighteen-year-old me looked up from my book. I stretched out my crossed legs on your bed, turning to smile at you as you grinned back at me, guitar in hand, from your perch on the floor. “If a picture paints a thousand words,… Read More If