We're so used to the haze now that it's second nature. It comes and goes, so do we. We're so hazy we can't tell whether it's haze or mist veiling the mountain tops. What the heck, our lungs are filled with smog but we have to carry on with life. I'm still keeping my mask handy in my handbag.
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Inset - "Sar Hor Fan" (fried flat rice noodles with veg and seafood) and crispy spring rolls. Simple and satisfying.
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I get very nervous when the phone rings in the middle of the night. Is it a wrong number or a bearer of bad news? Most of the time I...
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