Monsoon Diaries

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Sunday, August 19, 2007

My Secret is Out

''Hi-yah! Gregory! You sound so American!'' It was true what my mother said, Greg's accent was Singaporean but with a twinge of America in it. He had after lived there for a year and had picked up the lingo here and there. It was weird though because Greg lived in London so long his accent sounded... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 17, 2006

Greg's Son

Greg paced up and down in the relative's room, nervous about what the doctor would say next. My mother and I sat on the couch while daddy stood, watching him while sipping black coffee. "Greg! Stop lah! You making me nervous." He said to him. "That's because I'm nervous, dad. It's a really huge... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 18, 2006

Live from Radio City....

7: "Oh yeah? I’m so happy Mei Mei!" I was my mother on the phone, "So did you find a hotel for us to stay? You know we want to stay near you right?" "Yes ma I know. I found one, it’s near by, not too expensive too." "Good girl." It was time for my graduation ceremony and my parents were getting... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 16, 2006

I Never Got Over It

6: We stared at each other, our mouths gaping in disbelief. His face, and no doubt mine also, was pale like he had seen a ghost. It had been ten years but it was we recognized each other instantly. I put down the cups on the counter slowly, so that I wouldn’t break and therefore pay for them from my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 8, 2006

And then my life changed

5: I spent a year and half studying moving images from both the aesthetic and technical point of view, and I came to a conclusion that, as much as I loved learning about it, I didn’t want it to be my career. I told my parents who, after a good one hour lecture from my father, understood reluctantly... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 6, 2006

New Lives for Bibi and Me.

4: The rains poured and drenched the baked earth that was parched and cracked from the dry season that had just ended. Bibi and I sat in my house and watched it torrent down, miserable and disappointed. We watched as the steam rose from the hot cement of my driveway. The thunder was loud and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 4, 2006

Me and My Piano

3: It has been three years since Gregory left and in that time I have become a sixteen year old girl with a passion for music. After much whining, I had convinced my daddy to buy an upright piano like the ones you in saloons of spaghetti westerns. It really was just a compromise to me since I rather... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 2, 2006

The day Gregory left for good.

2: On my thirteenth birthday, my brother Gregory received his draft notice from the army. In Singapore, every man of sound mind and body has to go for National Service and must go for army or navy training. I never understood why, we never fought in any wars or were asked by any country to help them... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 1, 2006

Bibi and the house of angry ghosts

One: Bibi stood by the wire fence surrounding the cement yard behind her house. She stood next to a piece of fence that had been pulled up before hand so that a gap between the cement and the fence was showing. She looked at me, "Let’s go exploring." I wasn’t sure, "Your mother said not to go down... Sign in to see full entry.

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Fictional story set in Singapore. The narrator is Mei Ling who tells a story about her life as she grows up from a seven year old girl into adulthood. Each 'diary' entry co-incides with her favorite time of the year: monsoon season.

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