Kopi at the corner table
The uncle already knows I want kopi siu dai before I reach the counter on humid mornings.
Pinboard
Notes sorted by when I finished writing, not by importance.
I sort entries by the hour they were done — early drafts, kitchen pauses, walks home under street lamps. The three groups below are not moods or seasons; they are simply when my hands stopped on the keyboard.
If you prefer reading by place, use the titles on each card. If you prefer dates, the datelines are honest. This page is for browsing without a plan.
Before the fan came on
Queue at the wet market
Saturday mornings mean fish on ice, damp tiles, and a line that moves without hurry.
While waiting for the kettle
Kitchen table, second cup
The table stays cluttered with mail and a mug ring I keep meaning to wipe.
Planter on the corridor
My neighbour's curry plant survives because she talks to it on watering days.
After the last bus
A stillness at Chin Swee Road
I cut through Outram after a late meal and the street felt held differently at number fifty-one.
Lakeside loop before the lamps
The park path fills with runners first, then strollers, then people walking off a long day.
Upper deck on the 199
I always try for the front seat upstairs when the route is quiet after ten.
Archive context
Grouped notes, same neighbourhood.