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CAN ANIME TEACH US SOMETHING ABOUT DISCRIMINATION?

CAN ANIME TEACH US SOMETHING ABOUT DISCRIMINATION? Discrimination—prejudicial treatment of different categories of people— is not limited to race, age or sex. There can also be a form discrimination against others based on their hobbies (gaming and watching anime),  disability, social classes or other aspects. If we spot somebody being discriminated against,    …

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DO JAPANESE ANIME AND MANGA PROMOTE PEDOPHILIA?

“My desire is to put all pedophiles and ones who produce pedophilic media in jail.” -Stacey Dooley in her documentary “Young Sex for Sale in Japan” On March 6th, 2017, a British journalist Stacey Dooley from BBC claimed that anime and manga promote pedophilia. This statement was made in her    …

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A Graduate’s Fulfilment

Loosening his tie and sticking his tongue out, Peter felt Singapore’s humidity sink under his business suit. He had just returned from an interview. The interviewer had told him he was not suitable for the role. Just 15 minutes ago, he was on the phone with his long-time girlfriend, Lily.    …

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The Turquoise Room

I am in a room – I know it is a room because it has all the trappings of a room – dark turquoise walls, a bed and a door. Sitting on the edge of a taut off-white bedspread, we stare out of a panelled window framing the whorled topaz    …

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Our legacy

I morph into an alphabet, crafting words, stories, lives. Dreams are born, legends are made. Old worlds fade, new worlds rise. The path of us, of ages, reach full circle.

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ISIS- The Controversy

ISIS. Why had so many joined it? Why does it commit such violent acts? More importantly, how do we stop it? I chose to talk about the current controversial issue- Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS), over the other topics provided because I believe that it is the least    …

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The Century Egg

I have a dream today. I dream that one day my mother will be free from the restraint of resources. I dream that the road ahead will be tough, but with the determination of her children, she will overcome obstacles and prosper. I dream that she will show the world    …

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golden burial

The flowers first started falling in March. It was unusually warm for March, and they fell softly; glittering raindrops that were nearly indistinguishable against the bright sunlit sky. The sweet, heady fragrance of the flowers made her drunk as she walked home, from home to the coffee shop, coffee shop    …

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Purgatory Is A Place On Earth

He woke up in the living room with eyes crusted shut, lips pale and sticky, a constellation of dried vomit across his deflated cheeks. It had been a long time since he had downed glass after shot glass after beer glass like that, but then again it was a long    …

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Cool Lions

a Puma dashes across the tracks, with a Jaguar breathing down its neck in hot pursuit. a Lion tears across the grass. Speed cameras snap happily away upon seeing these famous icons. The Lions slow down to pose. A distracted cat bangs into a lamppost. They all suddenly jerk to    …

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Looking For Staplers

We were lying in bed and I had my face in her hair. She had her head in a book, her back curled towards me. I think it was Italo Calvino’s If On A Winter’s Night A Traveler, or something else with a daunting title and shifting scenes that I    …

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Trespassers

Those days within confines we tried and tested, challenged and crossed the lines so we ended up both on the other side, ravished with an emotive ecstasy so gripping because forbidden, confidential. Did they not all tell us that rules were meant to be broken? And it was that we    …

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Baby Names

I’d never name my child Charlie or Kingston. Or Dahlia. Or Ben. Or even Max. And I’d think I was smart for keeping my baby off the human pet list. But then I’d wake up and just like that, my baby will be on that list. Because someone decided to    …

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The Layoff

Adrian Lim held the tiger beer in one hand and the mug in the other. Trying to focus on getting as maximum booze in this last pour but all that was on his mind were the words of his boss, or ex-boss to be correct, “Hey Adrian, I’m sorry to    …

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What I write about when I write about writing

I tried to keep a journal once, but I never managed to keep the habit. Everyday, I see interesting sights, thought-provoking, beautiful sights and I begin to feel a compulsive desire to pour my thoughts onto paper. But as I face my computer screen, staring at the blinking, monotonous black    …

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???

Everywhere i look is art. I see the street light silhouetting this particular couple, holding hands in the late night. It’s only the two of them in the whole world and it’s really nice to see that people can actually experience that. Then, i see an old man walking with    …

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Annually,

I am witnessing the Light surrendering to the Dark, yet Red was all that I could see. Looking around, everything was Red. Breathing in, the stench of perspirations engulfed me. Listening carefully, I am trying to hear the sound that will make my heart beat. But everything was in a    …

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Home, Truly.

” This is home, truly , where i know i must be… ” nostalgic national day songs always rings in the back of my mind every 9th of August. Recalling my petite little hands clutching on the music file back when i was 7 as the whole class sings along,    …

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The Tropical Tempest

The storm raged with all the ferocity of a tropical tempest. The squall pummelled the roof of his cab, drumming up his sense of outrage and injustice. Lightning flashed across the moody sky, illuminating the passing trees and buildings as the car sped on. Miranda sat silent, lost in thought.    …

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The search of the ‘something’

Judging from the crowd,no one would have guessed that we were in the middle of an economic recession.Everything seemed alien to my eyes. The alleys were a labyrinth of homogeneous looking passageways.Though,I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of city life ,unspeakable terror swamped part of my senses,invading every single molecule    …

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September Last

I still remember the cold concrete floor and the clothes rack just behind the door the bright sunlight from d window, adding to the pain of trying desperately to escape the restraint The straightjacket just wouldn’t move I tried to scream as loud as I could Why did you pick    …

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A Half Day @ Gardens By The Bay

Frankly I went to the Gardens rather reluctant, It was my friend who was more expectant. Reaching the entrance I was still very stubborn, But things definitely took an unexpected turn! We had just walked in when my friend’s finger caused me to turn, Alas! The sheer heights of the    …

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yin and yang not so different

dreaming while floating through the streets of grey and brown to see chinese, malay, indian, eurasian people enjoying a plate of rojak armed with my treasure that captures photos then I see an old uncle collecting newspapers and this stinging pain in my heart that left me emotional the whole    …

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Untitled

I’m new to this site and it seems membership is low, judging from the number of posts. Maybe it’s the examination month but posts are not that high in other months. How many dedicated channels for Singaporean amateur writers are there out there? Are unpublished writers (prose and poetry) in    …

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Untitled

Heart beat rising, sweat trickling down the body,  an effort just to keep  breathing- only the eyes are firm and unblinking. As if afraid they will lose sight of the dream that was pushing Nandini Singh to such limits. For Nandini this had been the routine for past many years.    …

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True Grit!

Heart beat rising, sweat trickling down the body,  an effort just to keep  breathing- only the eyes are firm and unblinking. As if afraid they will lose sight of the dream that was pushing Nandini Singh to such limits. For Nandini this had been the routine for past many years.    …

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Remembering

  She taught me how to cook – a chef, With a little apprentice tagging along. She built                                                 Me a little kitchen                                            With long towels for curtains      And stools for ovens and stoves. And I would peek at her                               From beneath my curtain             As she fried, steamed, braised and    …

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Drugged

  I voyaged down a blonde stream of hair, To see a world behind grey flagstones. She laughs and runs gnarled hands through my golden rope And loops the noose around my neck. No more hope. Gold threads turn silver; film of dust; time lapses. Pretty girl, let down your    …

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A Filipino Dhobi’s City Tale

Once upon a time there were no memories, just routines of wringing and washing and drying until the machine timer says “Good night, my dear.” And this was everyday for the Princess who sold the bamboo castle, three carabaos and a deer so she could come to the land of    …

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The Tortoise And The Hare

When my teacher’s a towering presence, My learning was ivory in essence. In stories, I learned to spell cock and bull. Save morals – I was taught the Shakespeare’s fool. Of all lores and myths I was made aware, I love best ‘The Tortoise and The Hare” We praise the    …

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I am told

The second school term of 2012 begins. I should be trodding back to the factory, spinning the wheel, moulding clay, shaping some cogs and gears, depressing them onto some disfigurines (sometimes, the subjects are unwieldy and unyielding.), placing them in neat rows on a tray, and shoving them into a    …

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Of all I like my grandfolks best They live much slower than the rest They never raise a hand or voice I took their spoils and sued for choice We popped some jellybeans daily (Theirs are bought from the pharmacy) My handful of carefree colours Steered clear from their careful    …

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Finding a Writer’s Sanctuary in an Urban Jungle

There are a few things writers value the most: inspiration, good coffee, peace & quiet and fresh air. The sort of atmosphere it seems, reserved for Europe and Australia’s sidewalk cafes. No matter where you are in Singapore, there is noise. Even when you’re at home. If the air force    …

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I’m a Bus & You’re a Passenger…

i’m a bus & you’re a passenger; we’re fated to meet, but not destined forever. i’m a bus & you’re a passenger; my engine vibrates, but your heart doesn’t resonate. i’m a bus & you’re a passenger; my journey is long, but you’ll just get off half-way. i’m a bus    …

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Rain of Blood

Their footfalls made rhythmic beats against the forest floor as they raced over tree roots and rotted leaves. Recent lightning had struck the area and it now smelled of cinder. Ash flakes that would dissolve with the next rain covered the ground and spat up dark clouds as they ran.    …

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Grief

we’re like a poetry that once blossomed in spring it’s now a tragedy scattered by the autumn wind i’m like a cemetery grieved by stalks of rotten lilies fallen into purgatory burnt into ashes in a sea of fury i feel like a melody being played and heard by nobody    …

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A Rubber in the Night Sky

the heart, is like summer wind at night sometimes a breeze, sometimes a gust sometimes straight, sometimes random sometimes wander, sometimes stagnant you, are like a kite flying in the darkness following the heart, embracing the wind the kite, is like a rubber erasing at night erasing the dark clouds,    …

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Rain

like an army of fallen angels set free from Heaven’s shackles, you charge forward to the world and fight a brand new battle. your dream may end in shatters but you’d rather take a gamble. you want to land on the umbrellas to waltz and jive like the dancers. you    …

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Beer Drinking

like a sacrificial lamb ritual a beer bottle was beheaded. the slaughtered bottle hissed in pain as white blood leaked. the slaughterer raised its body toward the sky as an offering. he was eager to drink its blood after a hard day’s work ended. the blood went down his throat    …

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Demi-Gods & the City

In Chinese mythology, stories have been told about the forbidden romance between mortal men and Goddesses. One such example is the love between Liu Yanchang (a mortal scholar) and San Shengmu (the niece of Heaven’s Jade Emperor). San Shengmu subsequently gave birth to a demi-god son, Liu Chengxiang, who went    …

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Empty Glass

an empty glass spoke about charity, “give him water, and give her tea.” the empty glass could neither give anyone water, nor pour out tea. but it looked transparent and unblemished everyone started to fill it up with money. ~by Ronnie Ng (24th Nov 2011) ========================= “Empty Glass” is an    …

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Writer’s Block

on the road, a volume of vehicles was caught in a jam on the notepad, a word remained stuck under my pen on the newsstand, some magazines were still unsold on the table, my coffee had become stale and cold at the bus-stop, someone looked at his watch in a    …

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December Rain

here in Singapore it has never snowed but frozen memories have made me cold. the roads were yet again flooded by the rain like a diary overflowed with words of pain. a red Ferrari sped by and got me drenched like the day you left and made me wrenched. the    …

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Two Thousand and Twelve

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011-2012 Two Thousand and Twelve ==================== i heard that the old Mayan people had a calender that saw the future; they forecast the fall of empires as well as the war of the worlds. two thousand and twelve is near; and its the end of their calendar.    …

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Roommate

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011-2012 Roommate ====== a sleep is like an ocean in the night breathing is like the moon-led tides your snoring is like the raging seas i cover my ears to get some peace i’m shifting about like a capsizing boat hugging the pillow tightly like a float    …

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Letter

The sun is like a letter i wrote to you the open sea is like the envelope in blue the words diffuse like the twilight hues entering from behind the mountain view the clouds gather and seal it up like glue the sun sets in the horizon to look for    …

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Ronnie’s Anthology of Original Poetry (E-Book)

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Little Sunshine

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011-2012 Little Sunshine ========= i won’t forget your pseudo-innocent look when i received a sudden kiss from you and was pervaded by your fruity perfume. your warmth evaporated my undue woes, in my mouth you planted a seed that grew into a tree of love with deep    …

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Shooting Star

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011-2012 (www.facebook.com/bolametrics) Shooting Star ========= i have never seen in my life a shooting star passing by right in front of my very eyes. but i heard that it quietly arrives into the hearts of hopeful cries; just like the effect of a butterfly from somewhere distant    …

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I Don’t Want to Think of You

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) www.facebook.com/bolametrics I Don’t Want to Think of You ===================== I shrivel when my room becomes too silent; I lurch when friends shower me with concern. I fear when turbulent memories never cease; I dread the most when i think of our every kiss.    …

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A Leaf on the Beaten Path

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 www.facebook.com/bolametrics A Leaf on the Beaten Path =================== I saw a leaf on the beaten path; she was lying flat, so drunken red. The rain had just cried on her behalf; she couldn’t cry – her heart was dead. She had dirt on her and looked    …

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Trashed

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 Trash ==== The newspaper’s body – crushed. The beer bottle’s soul – smashed. The coke can’s heart – squashed. The cigarette’s mind – stubbed. He entertained you when you were lonely; He anesthetized you out of your misery; He refreshed you out of your lethargy; He    …

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Fish

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) Fish === Just because it never shuts its eyes doesn’t mean it has never felt tired. Just because it never shuts its eyes doesn’t mean it has never cried. The fish stays in water so you can’t see its tears. The fish swims    …

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The Gods Must Be Smokers

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) The Gods Must Be Smokers ==================== I had a really bad day today, so i went to a dark and quiet place where i could smoke and ruminate. I unwrapped a new pack of cigarettes, lighted a stick, and the tip turned red.    …

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The Fish & the Bird

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) The Fish & the Bird ============= A fish, is a bird that cannot fly; A bird, is a fish that cannot swim. Eons ago, fishes may have flown; while birds may have swum.. just like how i have forgotten the many things which    …

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The Rainbow & the Seven Balloons

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) The Rainbow & the 7 Balloons ===================== It was a sunny day after the rain; clouds left and the rainbow came. Right below, a balloon vendor stood at the park holding twenty-one balloons of seven different colors; orange, red, yellow, green, blue, indigo,    …

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Kissing the Cigarette

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All RIghts Reserved) Kissing the Cigarette =============== Everyone knows her as “Marlboro” but i like to just call her Marlie. She is always there for me whenever i am sad or happy. I had a really bad day today, so i took her to a quiet    …

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Canned Sardines

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All RIghts Reserved) Canned Sardines ============ Like a can of stale sardines i lie flat and stranded, denying to myself that i’m no longer living but just a piece of dead meat. I try very hard to imagine the tin can as a time machine that    …

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Subway Trains

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) Subway Trains =========== Two trains on parallel lines shuttled through the twilight. Moving in opposite directions station by station by station. They took a glance at each other but hastily moved on like strangers. Each train was busy on its own track until    …

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Untitled

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) The Tea & the Water =============== You came from the misty mountain and withstood the roasting experience. You were hidden in a tin box can; but i could smell your jasmine scent. I finally saw you when the can was opened; you were    …

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Mannequin

Copyright, Ronnie Ng 2011 (All Rights Reserved) Mannequin ======== My biceps firm and body lean, I have been chaste and never sinned. Standing in a pose with pristine pride, No one knows how i really feel inside. I’m just a mannequin who cannot blink, staring through the glass at her    …

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The Last Dollar by Mark Song

It was the last day of the month, and he was already late on the previous month’s rent. The tungsten sun pressed the late afternoon against his temples, which meant that the landlord would be returning soon. He had trouble coming to terms with the thought of begging his parents    …

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The Terminus

Where is the line that divides the cerulean reflection of verity? Where are the peaks beyond which we need no longer be surrogates? Where are the black holes we need to delve into to hear the voice of our crux? Let our insides melt, like molten sludge in all its    …

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My Found Memories

I can only recall some Central debate in the forum pages where now-lost voices argued about losing red-bricked history; but I heard it was not of great architectural merit and should not be conserved* There was talk of tunnel vision; talk of how the traffic hole would swallow the vehicles    …

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Seek help from writing excercise?

Do you seek help from writing guides when your creative juice is experiencing a drought? I find the excercises from Brian Kiteley’s books (The 3AM Epiphany and The 4 AM Breakthrough) very useful. The writing excercises are very good idea triggers. Here’s one example which I used to kick start    …

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Daysweepers

Salt and pepper hair Hands like crushed velvet Milky eyes – just like my appa’s Decades separated us Yet we worked side by side Two men; no words The only witnesses were the leaves Swept into rusty biscuit-tins Our makeshift dustpans And just like the leaves that once grew proudly    …

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Wishes for Sale

  Cleverest investment ever – one coin tossed in a fountain grants a real wish. After all, who passes up a free prayer? Money actually persuades gods; even if five cents is too unworthy of Divine attention, at least the rude ‘plop’ of sinking metal might catch the ear of    …

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Why?

Suddenly articles I read on this website civiclife.sg are written like literary-uniques-to-be.  Why? Is every writer suddenly Shakespeare in the making?  Oh please….  I may not live in the city anymore.  But then the word “city” is subjective.  I may not live in a compacted city like Singapore at present,    …

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100 ways to Photography

100 ways to Photography Posted by choomengfoo on May 22, 2011 8:34:33 AM Hi, I had just completed a book with the above title. Now I am getting into marketing and selling it. Here is a preview of my book, https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1082547 . I hope to get suggestion about selling and    …

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Kafka and kittens

For all fans of Kafka – and kittens – here’s a little something to brighten your day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5VVFf4vmgY&feature=player_embedded

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What would you like to read about?

The articles section of Writing the City is going to grow. We’ll be commissioning articles by Singapore and UK writers on a whole range of literary topics. What would you like to read about? Think of this discussion as a virtual suggestions box…

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some bug reports

1. local uploads do not work 2. The text in text boxes when you write new stories (or edit old ones) are invisible. You have to highlight them to see them. Blind writing is really frustrating ~~~

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The ten rules for excellent writing

Check out this article in the Guardian: In Your Own Write: The ten rules for excellent writing

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can there be multiple competition entries per person?

if we  come up with a different piece later (i.e. we get inspired) — are we allowed to submit more than one?

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Inspiration – Sarah Kay on Spoken Word Poetry on ted.com

Anyone interested in spoken word poetry should watch this video.

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opening lines that captivate

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; – Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.    …

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Recommended twitter feeds on all things literary

Please share your recommended feeds to follow…

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Geeks vs Hacks

Check out this interesting article in The Guardian about app developers working with authors. Is that something you’d like to see coordinated in Singapore? I think it would work really well.

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The future of the book

Below is a link to a video of a collection of ideas for the future of the book. Fascinating stuff. Which appeals most to you and why? The Future of the Book

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What can be said publicly in Singapore?

This short BBC podcast interviews a wide range of Singaporeans on the subject of freedom of expression http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/documentaries/2011/01/110131_what_can_i_say.shtml

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Tips for writing online content?

The British Council have published some tips for writing ‘effective’ online content, which is quite useful. Does anyone have any others? For my blog, I have really found anchor posts useful in raising my blog up the Google searches. You can find out about anchor posts here.

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“Oh! don’t use big words. They mean so little.”

i can’t agree more with what He said. what do you think?

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Support your local bookstore…

This article from The Guardian talks about how important it is to consider your local bookstore rather than going for the big brands… Which is your favourite local bookstore?

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Are deadlines useful for creative writing?

Deadlines are a vital creative spur for some fiction writers, says The Guardian’s Robert McCrum. As an extremely slow writer myself, maybe this is what’s needed … does it work for other people? http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2011/feb/28/deadlines-creative-writing

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use of creative whitespace

I like to experiment with the use of visual space in poetry, since I believe it’s often a much rhythmic or “vibe” tool than punctuation, and can also help organise the aesthetics and suggest how lines might be spoken in spoken word. However I notice that the system is not    …

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Help is at hand

Having trouble using Writing the City? Post your query here and I’ll respond to it as quickly as I can. Alternatively, you can send me a message

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How do you give constructive feedback?

A really important thing about writing communities is how people give and receive feedback. How can you be honest and supportive at the same time? I’ve often heard people say about writing groups, ‘everyone’s too nice’, but I also know people who’ve had their work so badly criticised it’s put them    …

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Feedback on Writing the City

Anything you’d like to change about Writing the City? Anything you love? Post your feedback, suggestions and ideas here…

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