Author: Sue

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Dear you, I think you are in an abusive relationship. No, not think. Know, I know. Even before hitting puberty, the 10 adults in my life whom I consider as my primary role models had exposed me to the various kinds of dysfunctional relationships, of which abuse was the damned cornerstone. I saw slaps thrown

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Author: Sue

Author: Sue

Author: Sue

Author: Sue

Marriage: In sickness and in health

Menstrual cramps rarely hit me but when it does, it strikes hard. I was curled up on my side of the sofa, groaning in pain every now and then. Occasionally, I stretched my legs and snuggled them onto Azri’s lap. While he was busy with work on the laptop, his physical presence was enough to

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Author: Sue

Kolkata: McDonald’s

Sometimes, you can’t help but miss the distinctive taste of crappy food from home. There can be 101 different types of unhealthy food abroad, but your tongue still craves for the sh*tty ones that you’ve grown up with. Because we don’t have the luxury of coconut-laden laksa with cockles, greasy nak mampus tahu telur, or sickly sweet

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Author: Sue

“Omg, you’re really yellow!” he exclaimed

12 years on, and I met an old enemy again. He came unannounced and I didn’t have any arsenals prepared to attack him head on. I could hear him laughing maliciously as he spread his grenades, popping them one after another. Dirty air and unclean water were his allies, both of which I’ve got no

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Author: Sue

Azri misses Melbourne’s Tim Tam while I find contentment in Kolkata

“Sh*t, only two Tim Tams left,” Azri went as he ate his second (or was it third?) piece of salted caramel and vanilla biscuit. “Should have brought more from Melbourne!” I’m a fan of Arnott’s Tim Tam too, especially when it collaborated with Messina to make the special flavours. But I don’t love it enough

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Author: Sue

Kolkata: Sweets from Balaram Mullick & Radharaman Mullick

“Eh, that place looks nice eh?” Azri remarked a few days ago as we drove past a dessert shop, on the way home. “Since 1885 somemore,” he continued. I agreed with him that the place looked grand and made a mental note of visiting it soon. “Soon” arrived this afternoon and I realized that my

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Author: Sue