How have you been? I haven’t been writing here recently; the simple reason is that I have been enjoying posting more frequently to my Instagram which is like a little gallery of my favorite pictures.
There are bloggers whom I admire greatly – they post beautiful photos and write inspiring prose. Some of them are my friends and I love reading them. I think blogging comes with certain responsibilities.. Regularity being the most important. Informing. Sharing. Even photos should be of a good quality, I feel. There is great pleasure in reading a well-written blog with crystal sharp images and it keeps you going back.
But I find greater pleasure in having a meal with my friends without the invisible pressure of documenting everything in words later. I am happy to see them do it but I enjoy the conversations more, where we can laugh or cry and there’s no screen separating us at that moment. It is funny how I used to love writing but now find myself often at a loss for the right words.
I however still love taking photos of my everyday life and sharing it via Instagram. It is so fast and there is no pressure to write. So if you do not see me here… find me there!
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Singapore is not just about the Marina Bay Sands, the swanky office towers or the painfully hip cafes mushrooming all over the island. It’s also the public housing estates, the wet markets and the average middle-income families who struggle to keep up with the standard of living here.
Each time I come back, it seems that social issues and anger towards the government continue to simmer underneath the surface of this glossy image that tourists see. Taking a simple train ride is akin to taking a snapshot of the infrastructure and immigration problems that we face. I hope the government is really listening to my fellow countrymen – the ones who were born and bred here, who toiled to make Singapore what it is today. These are the people we don’t want to forget in our pursuit of the next big dollar.
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If you come as softly
As the wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.
You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.
And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why now.
Or how, or what you do.
We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich between us
Shall drink our tears.
- Audre Lorde
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It doesn’t matter if you have 14 square metres of space in Paris; we all know in this city, its the balcony that matters And Lauren has herself quite a charming one. It was love at first sight.
Located à deux pas from the Jardin du Luxembourg, her studio is located on the 7th floor with no lift and used to be a chambre de bonne (room for a domestic helper) in the past. I love how historic it is! Where I come from, space and modernity are prided above charm and history. This studio is the exact opposite of everything I have been told to strive towards, and I love it all the more for this
Lauren was the perfect hostess with beautiful china, accordion music and making champagne cocktails and a delicious carrot cake. And of course there’s always fresh baguettes and cheese at a Parisian gathering. The rest of us brought cakes… safe to say we all overdosed a bit on cake that afternoon. It was so lovely basking in the sunlight streaming in through the open balcony and the gentle spring breeze that seemed to carry away all our troubles.
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It’s been a while since I came to Merci & what greeted us was this gorgeous spring setup from Parisian florist Les Mauvaises Graines… It took my breath away & I felt like I’d stepped into a fairytale garden. I apologise for the lousy iPhone pictures… I didnt think anyone could manage to wrestle that little red car away…
How achingly beautiful is this? I just stood and tried to take it all in. The mélange of flowers and trees, foliage and wood; everything was arranged & yet wild. When I finally tore myself away to go in, I saw that spring had barged its way in & taken up residence in the vast concept store.
Merci is interior design heaven. I want to buy everything there. And well.. the used book cafe is famous by now. But the service is every bit as efficient & friendly as 6 years ago
We had a great afternoon just talking. It was a difficult week for me but I am so thankful for my friends here. It’s been so great knowing you all. You girls know who you are… Un grand merci for everything. Hope to see you all very soon xx
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