Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Week in National Mourning: A prayer for Lee Kuan Yew

Palm Sunday: I thought the service started early, because I got in 15 minutes early but the kyrie began before I even found a seat. A kind usher directed me to the leaflet when she saw me flipping the missal … Continue reading

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The Week in National Mourning: The Guards of Honour

I queued five and a half hours alone on Thursday night into Friday morning, and just as I was about to be admitted into the Parliament, I watched the rehearsal for today taking place, at about 4.30 in the morning. … Continue reading

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The Week in National Mourning: In Memory of Lee Kuan Yew

ends today, with a state funeral and a cremation. I have felt uneasy, unsettled all week, and I think that strange. My logical mind tells me there will be no practical change to my way of life; the death of … Continue reading

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today feels like…

mostly because it has been taxing emotionally and intellectually preparing for class and on top of that, preparing for further lessons in memory of our founding father Mr Lee Kuan Yew. and now, after a 14-hr work day, I’ve decided … Continue reading

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Sunday cooking 7

prepared a snack: honey roasted macadamia nuts wanted it to be a healthier version so i decided to skip the last step of rolling them in a fine sugar and salt mix. it still tastes good, for sure, but they … Continue reading

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emotional eating: fried food

Food seems to be the only thing that brings me joy nowadays. Unfortunately for me, my comfort food tends to take on the savoury, oily variety. Guo Tie (pan fried dumplings) from Redhill Market. Har Cheong Gai (prawn paste chicken) … Continue reading

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a reflection (not really) on self-harm

this whole blog reads like a lie to me sometimes; it’s just so happy, just so not me. but perhaps this is the bipolar depression at play, and i must treasure the up days when they appear, and on nights … Continue reading

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