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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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23 August 2004

11.56pm; monday

i feel a very.. odd post coming up but pent up anxieties must be released. another assignment looms and so it's a late night. mtv drones in the background to keep me company and assuage my fears of a deadly silent room. i'm feeling very uncertain and insecure right now and perhaps even a little helpless. the sort of feeling that inundates you when you're swimming and for the slightest moment, you go under, but you manage to resurface. you blink away the water in your eyes, and feel the sting of salty sea water up in your nasal passageway. you tread water furiously and stay afloat, barely. there you have it, you feel entirely vulnerable but yet you're not in anyway in a dire situation. you just feel, helpless. *deep breath*


"I go to this or that place, I seem alive and well
My head is just a hat place..
..And I've a faded dream to sell"
-a ship without a sail, ella fitzgerald

rose | 14:58


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