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About Rose:
I grew up in Singapore, lived in Melbourne but currently call London home. I love gastronomic adventures, especially while travelling. I stated writing at 17 to remember how it all began.


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05 July 2003

8.32pm; saturday

barry white died at 58... poor guy.. he sang some great songs.. oh! btw! pls sms me with your names.. :) i lost my phone and got a new one but all my contacts are gone.. it's still the old number.. thanks..

there's something ethereal about looking at a starry night.. i'm no isaac asimov or stephen hawking but when you look at the stars, you're actually looking into the past.. the twinkling lights are just remnants of rays of light many lightyears away.. they take so long to travel through the vast expanse of space that by the time you look at them, you're looking at something from a different point in time.. imagine, the thought that you're actually looking into the past, and for that very moment, escaping the present...


"flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
swirling clouds and violet haze"
-starry starry night, josh groban
rose | 13:51


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