Journal
Every entry, newest first.
Journal entries and one longer note — kopi mornings, estate walks, small observations, and a personal record from Chin Swee Road. Newest first where dated.
51 Chin Swee Road
I live close enough to Chin Swee Road that sounds travel up in a way the daytime hides. On the night of 12 November 2025 I was at the kitchen sink, rinsing a cup, when a noise came through the window — not the usual corridor chatter or a dropped pot, but something sharper…
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The hour when the corridor goes quiet
A small win at the end of an ordinary Tuesday — laundry done, fan on, the block settling into its night rhythm.
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Three things I do before the day claims me
The notebook, the plant on the ledge, the same bench — tiny rituals that reset my mornings.
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The uncle and the umbrella rack
A small human moment at the wet market that stayed with me all afternoon.
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Walking home the long way
Morning light on the park connector, the quiet between footfalls, and why I take the slower route.
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First cup, Tiong Bahru
The small lift of the first kopi before the day fully begins — half a shade too dark, exactly right.
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