Category: essay
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Sunglasses
‘Why are you handling things this way? Can’t you look at everything without tinted glasses?’
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Natural History Museum and Dinosaurs
As I roamed around, I noticed a group of school kids gathered at an exhibition styled like the Jurassic era. Some were busy sketching dinosaur bones or jotting down notes. 🦕
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Long Time, No See
At first, I found it puzzling, but considering these weren’t people who usually took a keen interest in me, it’s understandable that they didn’t remember how I looked a year ago.
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Secondhand Bookstore
As digital content becomes more immersive and plentiful, we, as a tech-savvy nation, will access it faster and easier than others. But I hope the simple pleasure of waking up leisurely to the sound of flipping pages in the morning stays with us for a long time.
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The Art of Creating New Slang
The boss, who was watching from the side, suddenly shouted at me. Startled, I stopped cutting just in time. I had almost made an irreversible mistake that would take months to fix. A chill ran down my spine as sweat poured from every pore.
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How Much Can You Eat?
It seemed impossible to finish all that bread, but she ate it plain, toasted with mayo, or drizzled with honey, and within minutes, she had really devoured it all!
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Fandom Passion
Personally, I’m not really cut out for the whole fandom thing. My focus isn’t great and I’m not persistent. Sure, I like things, but focusing intently on them isn’t my strong suit.
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I Like It Light
Anyway, I carried it around for a few days, and it felt like the weight of my bag had doubled. Walking around with the bag felt like I was a slave to the bag or just a transport for the pouch, with no sense of ownership.
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Sad Cafe
The Sad Cafe in this song refers to a music cafe called Troubadour in Santa Monica, L.A., where Don Henley and Glenn Frey met in their early days before forming the Eagles. Back when I frequently listened to the song, I often thought, ‘When I visit L.A., I must check out Troubadour.’ But as time…
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Stolen Autumn
In 2015, Christmas Eve was snatched away from me. I boarded a flight to Australia from San Francisco on December 23, and the International Date Line stole that year’s Christmas Eve from me. As a result, 2015 was devoid of Christmas Eve tree-lighting ceremonies and the fireworks at Darling Harbour.