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hell hath no fury like a pelvis torn
Two weeks ago I experienced one of the more humbling moments of my life thus far. Against my better instinct (and breaking a promise I’d made to myself while pregnant to never run again),…
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8 friends and a funeral
A couple of months ago I was added into a Telegram chat containing everyone in my 8-person group of college pals, minus YM. ‘Hey. Have you seen YM’s story?’ I darted into Instagram and…
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the wind blows across the years and rustles the leaves in the trees
At 3:45am last night I stumbled out of bed and headed, bleary-eyed, to the storeroom to gather the logistics for a dead-of-the-night pump session. I tapped the switch for the overhead light in the…
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intersections
To pass the time in my one month of post-birth confinement, I’m rewatching Sex and the City. I have a love-hate (but mostly love) relationship with the series; I think the script is TV…
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little thing
‘How does it feel to be a parent?’ ‘Not very different, for now. It feels like a truncated experience because the nanny is doing so much.’ ‘Chores and duties aside, do you feel fundamentally…
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death by flatpack
The contents of a $600 IKEA order are strewn around the house, waiting for a corner or a shelf in which to settle and belong. J and I (more him than me, I was…
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taking stock
I am writing to you today from none other than one of Singapore’s best hotels, the Ritz! My heavy, whale-like body is comfortably nestled in a very softly padded desk chair, and behind my…
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snapshots
I was walking out of the cafe where I’d just spent the last hour reading with a parfait and sobacha while the rain that has pelted since morning raged on outside. As I shook…
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the Maldives in colours
Chief of them all is the palette of the sea, true to every photograph I’d ever seen: in magazine spreads, on TV, in travel agency ads, social media. Glass green, chlorine blue, dappled all…
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