The hour the rain paused
The downpour began during a video call I should have rescheduled. I muted myself and watched water sheet down the window facing Ann Siang Hill.
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Renewed the library card
The branch near Chinatown still uses the same stamp pad I remember from childhood visits with my mother. She would let me choose three books and negotiate for a fourth if I promised to finish the others first.
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Midweek kettle, empty document
Opened a blank document at ten in the morning and wrote nothing for forty minutes. Not writer's block — writer's listening.
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After the night market
Friend visited from Kuala Lumpur. We ate too much at the night market near Chinatown — oyster omelette, satay, something wrapped in banana leaf that we forgot to ask the name of.
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