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Flora Singapura: New finds in GBB
Plants have always been an important part of a good day for me. When I run into plants, that means I’m wandering around outside; and when I’m wandering around outside, that means I’m discovering bits and pieces of the world rather than getting stuck in my own head. My aunt over here loves taking walks,…
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Starting over
This is a little over a week late. In my defence, I’ve been to the mountains and then to the sea, where reliable internet connections were hard to come by. Not that I tried very hard to get this posted in time. These annual soundtrack posts have always been an excuse to ruminate a bit…
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On Stationery
If there are any enduring loves in my life, one of them would have to be stationery. It’s simple: I’ve been keeping some kind of paper journal since I was twelve, and this will probably continue until I die. There have been many gaps in those pages over the years, don’t get me wrong; but…
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A break in sunny Singapore
Singapore has always been particular about how it presents itself. Whatever impression or narrative it wants to convey comes clear and straightforward. Often, the first mental image I get is of a lengthy refinement process, ideas hammered into shape by committees and countless reviews. For a long time, then, a visit to the National Gallery…
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Cold hands, warm heart
Last year, when certain health conditions went from “mildly inconvenient” to “genuinely worrying,” I joined a friend in trying some traditional Chinese medicine. During the consultation, the doctor made a point of telling me that my limbs were cold, indicating poor circulation. This wasn’t surprising. People have been declaring me cold my entire life. “Cold”…
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On photos
Last year, in a bout of optimism, I bought myself an instant camera. Film has always felt like permanence to me, the same way anything written with ink and paper has always carried more weight. There’s something about translating your impressions into something solid, something you can touch — something that could outlast you, even,…
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