what we talk about when we talk about love by Raymond Carver (Book Review)

Nothing more American than this book, I had a tough time reading this book as I failed to comprehend the intrinsic meaning of each section of this book. This is a compilation of American shorts from the 80s which peered into the lives of normalcy- adultery, alcoholism, vices and enigmas- spelling the word America. Although […]

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This Is How I Read.

I have read not more than a hundred books up until now, this is considered ridiculously low compared to other proficient English users. Although I read significantly lesser than average, I do appreciate the time that I spent reading, I take them very, very seriously as a time for me to learn. For months, I […]

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Doing It Wrong.

Drumming my fingers against the keyboards with no words appearing on the screen, staring at the four walls of my surroundings seeing off-white. Frustration is a common thing that I encounter every day, inevitable in another sense. Looking back in the crux of why I wanted to read- to write is to improve. But, Am I […]

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Future Crimes by Marc Goodman (Book Review)

Moore’s Law has been applicable to our lives, especially our technological parts, which depicts that growth is exponential. Ranging from your laptop to your fridge which are objects that are connected to the internet, namely the Internet of Things (IoT), are completely hack-able. “Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.” stated by Murphy’s Law is […]

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The Remains of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro (Book Review)

After reading through this piece of story, ruminated across some nights, I only realised that the title ‘The Remains of The Day’ is an actual illustration of the entirety of the book. The book started off flat and ended off plain because the elegant crumbs of the penmanship laid at the heart of the book. […]

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Work Hard.

I was putting on my shoes when it was the red light, the handbrakes were pulled, the semicolons on the digital clock was blinking as every second passed. 7:30 A.M. Late again. It was just the first few days of school, and there was my bad habit kicking in, always being not on time. Pulling over, I bide my mum […]

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