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Jalan Petua - Singapore
"Sari," Mrs. Wong said, leaning in. "Cut your hair. Look severe. No one hires a soft architect."
Mak Jah took Sari's hand. "The only solid advice I will ever give you is this: Jalan sendiri. Find your own path. Build your Bedok center. Go broke if you must. Cry if you fail. But do not let us rob you of the messiness of your own life." jalan petua singapore
She said,
And somewhere in Bedok, a young architect was hammering the first nail into a community center, guided by no voice but her own. "Sari," Mrs
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