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Five of Each
Five Places I Visited and Loved in the Past 12 Months Helsinki Copenhagen San Francisco New York City Stockholm Five Things I Learned in the Past 3 Months Diving Swimming Git Ruby Still looking for the fifth big thing. For now it looks like it's going to be Fightshape Note: I could swim, but badly. I took up Shaw…
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Left & Leaving
in hindsight Some songs I cannot hear again. Some songs make me think of you. Not of you in the general sense one does of missing one another. Not even in the way one thinks of losing a loved one or saying goodbye. Worse? Far worse? The songs of dread. The songs of the silence between us gnawing ever more loudly until…
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63Random
63 random things from the past 3 months (inspired by Michael Ruby's "Fleeting Memories") Arriving in Budapest knowing absolutely nothing about Hungary Drinking palinka for the first time, feeling the flush The Hungarian energy drinks I drank while wearing funny hats Walking with team Photogotchi along the…
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Boomerang
National Day came and went. I haven't written any of those essays I promised to. Sheepish. I will write them, I just need a little bit more time. I did, however, contribute a piece to the Straits Times after PM Lee's National Day Rally speech, which I streamed from a house by the lake in… Hungary. I know, I'm still…
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Departing Thoughts
I must watch too many scifi movies. I'd rarely been convinced of the malleability of time, but these days I measure out everything in two-week units. Time seems to race ahead of me. It always has, now more than before. When I say these days, I don't mean it facetiously. Yes, I turn just 27 in a couple of months, but I…
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The Places We'll Go
Five years ago, I said: "Ask me again a year, three, or five from now and all I will remember is driving up, around, up, around, up, around, in the swirling clouds as the rain lashed at my windows and I feared for my life, balanced so daintily in this tin can navigating itself on the hairpin road." Plenty has…
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The Road Less Ridden
In my mother tongue we have a brilliant turn of phrase. Geh kiang. Separately, they mean fake clever. Together, it means some approximation of 'smart alec', but that's not quite good enough. It's hardly translatable at all. 'Smart alec' does not embody the degree of stupidity we are usually referring to when we say…
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Wilderness TV
I can't say I've been away from my phone or Mac for more than 24 hours, not at any point in the last 10 years. I can't say I have at all. They feel like such natural extensions of my arm, they are almost artificial appendages themselves, not just of my body but also of my brain. I needed to switch off and I needed a…
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Four Hours Light
Tallinn, Estonia 028 - Catedral Alexander Nevsky/ Alexander Nevsky Cathedral "Tallinn, Estonia 028 - Catedral Alexander Nevsky/ Alexander Nevsky Cathedral by Claudio.Ar, on Flickr" Somewhere between lying in a hospital bed, travelling, and coming back to a hospital again, I decided: man, I really need to go…
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The Years of Living at High Velocity
Or how I am not dealing with hyperthyroidism Ever since I had a vague inkling of ambition, it's been go, go and go. Occasionally go even further, at top speed. Once I learned to catch the wind, I wanted to fly. I was the weird kid who climbed and used my stroller as a skateboard, even before I could walk. I don't…
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Taj Mahal Foxtrot
A note from New Delhi Taj Mahal Foxtrot, namesake of the book by the same name by naresh.fernandes Another new year, another bad habit: I'm late, again. Just a few days ago, I was sitting at the back of a Toyota Innova, stuffing my face with mithai and chips — not at the same time — thinking what a nice surprise it'd…
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#iamsingaporean
Singapore Skyline I am a Singaporean who lives in a series of hash tags. They are: #iamchinese my race, my ethnicity, a language I speak, "mother tongue" classes I struggled with and the colour of my skin #iamasian a vague identity I hold; ‘one of them' in the tribes of Northeast India and I am ‘one of us'…
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Crazy, Delicious Love
One of the projects that's been super fun to work on has been the birth of the Klang Valley's first homemade ice cream outfit, The Last Polka. M and E run the ice cream empire, I help out with the other bits, like the… tasting of the ice cream. And the copywriting. What started as a crazy idea — bringing ice cream to…
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Be Kind, Reboot
It's no secret I've lost interest in writing a blog — I'm not sure when that happened. It just did. Uni came and went. Life and love took me places. I got caught up in my projects, and soon the fun that blogging once was paled in comparison with real life. I still wanted to keep this site around, but it went through…
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Two Hundred and Nine
A year in review 2009 was a year of many things: it was the year of change and death. More so it was the year of change because of death. Many famous people died that year; my grandfather, who was not famous, somehow also did the same. In April I called him from a phone booth in Beirut at US$2 a minute and had a…
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The Torino Express
Beirut Downtown Beirut was swanky. Saifi Village was strange. I had to duck into a hair salon and get my hair cut by a gay man in Ashrafieh to avoid the guy following me on his scooter, and the other guy trying to sell me drugs. All I wanted was a steak. Walking around Beirut, glamorous, fashionable Beirut, the party…
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And The Living is Easy
Weddings, funerals and fortune tellers depress me. Weddings, I’ve been known to say, make me linger too long on the idea of happiness. Not that it’s ever been bleak on the romantic front. The wedding type of happy simply seems worlds apart from the love type of happy to me, but then I was the odd one out in too many…
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There Is Always Chicken Curry at Funerals
Last Rites Living in Singapore is not easy, one can quickly see. Could it be that we tire quickly from our programming — the PSLE, the Os, the As, the university, the serving the nation, the feeding your family and all these things? Or is it that we pack the rush hour morning and evening trains daily, increasingly…
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Ah Gong and I
Let’s just say I don’t do death. I’ve never had to deal with it, never thought about it, possibly because I never had a pet, and never had family or friends who’d passed on or contracted anything major. People lived, in my family, and lived quite long. Especially my grandma and grandpa, who seemed to just go on and on.…
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And All The Roads That Lead You There Were Winding
I came to the Middle East to do just one thing: see a part of the world that I felt I needed to learn more about. Its language was alien, but familiar – many Malay and Hindi words have roots in Arabic. Its customs and food strange, but not dissimilar – much of the Indian subcontinent that I love and call home was…
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