A personal blog · Singapore
Little stories about the people and places that lift the day.
I'm Nadia. I live around Katong and Joo Chiat, and I collect small tales — the kopitiam uncle who remembers your father’s order, the shophouse sign that outlasted three tenants, the stranger on the bus who shifted her bag without a word. This is my personal diary of those moments. Not a agency, not a brand. Just stories I don't want to lose.
About me
I follow the thread of a good story.
Give me a corner table, a cup of teh, and half an hour, and I'll probably come home with something worth writing down — not scandal, not news, just the small narratives that make a neighbourhood feel like home. StoryBoost is where I keep them.
Latest entries
From the journal
Five recent stories — kopitiam mornings, shophouse lanes, quiet kindness, family recipes, and a jar with a tale. Newest first.
The jar on the shelf with no label
A found object, a doodle, and the small tale of why I keep things that don't obviously belong.
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The recipe written on the back of a receipt
A neighbour's handed-down curry powder notes and the photo that outlived the phone it was stored on.
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The woman who held the door of the 966
A stranger's quiet patience on a crowded bus, turned into a story I still tell myself on hard mornings.
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The shop that still hums in C1
Peranakan tiles, an old sign, and the tailor who knows every alteration by heart.
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The kopitiam uncle and the second cup
A Katong kopitiam, a man behind the counter, and the story of a second kopi poured without being asked.
Read story →Why I write
Every neighbourhood is full of unfinished novels.
Katong has changed in the years I've lived here — new cafés where provision shops used to be, condos where bungalows once stood with their verandas open to the street. What hasn't changed is the appetite for a good story told without fuss. The uncle at the market who knows which stall has the freshest kangkong. The auntie on the fifth floor who feeds the community cats and remembers every name. The shopkeeper who can tell you who lived in a unit twenty years ago without checking records.
I write these down because stories are how places stay alive in memory when the physical details shift. I don't interview people formally. I listen while I buy bread, while I wait for the bus, while I walk the lanes between Koon Seng Road and the sea. If a tale finds me and it feels kind and true, it earns a page here.
Nothing on StoryBoost is professional advice, reporting, or sponsored content. I don't take commissions to write about places. When I mention a kopitiam or a lane, it's because I was there and something worth keeping happened. You're welcome to read the full journal, learn about me, or send a note if a story sparks a memory of your own.
