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Journal stories and one longer note — kopitiam mornings, shophouse lanes, quiet kindness, and a personal record from Chin Swee Road.
51 Chin Swee Road
I was at a friend's flat near Chin Swee Road that night, washing dishes while she put her child to bed, when a sound came up from the street — not the usual traffic hush, but something that made us both stop mid-motion…
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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.
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