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the birds, the bees, and the MRT
The train at lunchtime was surprisingly quiet, until at Downtown station the doors slipped open and in gushed a flood of office folk, homogenous in their collared shirts and polyester dresses and little pouches…
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something I found handwritten in a notebook from 2017
Through the veins of every tree rush sunlight, water, and a little magic. These meld and mix till they mould tiny shoots, peeking their little green heads out the sides of ancient branches to…
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a frightened little thing
I’m sitting at the dining table waiting for my baby to finish crying and drift off to sleep for her nap. I’ve got a half-eaten plate of fruits and Bon Iver playing in the…
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currently reading
I don’t think it’s an over-exaggeration to say that Haruki Murakami’s writing was the fulcrum of my twenties. I started when I was at university in London, after I picked up ‘A Wild Sheep…
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thoughts while having a pedicure
When did dust become the devil? This is a question for me more than anyone else because I am quite the germ freak and a stickler for cleanliness. The baby’s sensitive skin has sent…
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hwealth
Not hard to imagine the brainstorming session that went into the naming of this clinic. The baby has started solids, which was exciting for approximately 2 hours until we realised that the shock to…
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not even Solomon
When the moon hangs like it does tonight – a shimmering sliver of copper floating on an indigo sea, the ends of the sickle sharp and fine enough to draw blood – what comes…
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kaya toast, konbini, and the kindness of strangers
I’m currently reading The Convenience Store by the Sea by Sonoko Michida and am enjoying it far more than I expected to. I knew I would like it, because I find Japanese slice-of-life content…
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packing, pacing
One of the things I’ve learnt since becoming a mother is that leaving the house with a baby is a muscle that must be built and exercised. The first time we took the bubs…
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