I spent my day in Singapore going to the temple and then shopping for my wedding saree in and around Tekka Market with Amma and Perima.…
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Sometimes I wish I had appreciated Tekka Market as much as Amma did. I wish I had visited it and eat in there more often.…
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There is only one dish I would publicly admit that someone else cooks better than my Amma. The dish is a South Indian street food known as vadai (or vada or vade). And the person who beats Amma in making it is a white-bearded old man who owns a small food stall, Bhai Sarbat, on…
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Summary of the last 30 days of Kulture Kween, the person and the blog, which are heavily based on the notes I scribbled down in my journal.…
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During my short galavant in Singapore, I accidentally got a tarot reading at Haji Lane and interviewed the tarot reader, Brain Koh.…
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Leaving Singapore for Melbourne was really hard. I kept gulping, knowing it won’t be easy to see all three of my friends all together.…
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We woke up the next day groggily. At least I could sleep today. I planned to go to Arab Street to meet other friends, but we had brunch first at a place near Vi’s home. I guess fancy-swanky coffee is invading Singapore, too. We then had lunch at Sari Ratu on Arab Street. Jesus,…
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Wala Wala is a bar on the east side of Singapore, which my friends and I frequented when we were university students years ago.…
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I woke up early, too early, like 3 hours of sleep, but I felt fine. While waiting for them to wake up, I roamed around Vi’s house in Simei, Singapore. Their house really represents themselves, filled with their knickknacks and warmth. Vi woke up and made coffee, and Charles and I started our discussion…
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We decided to open the wine after I asked for his permission and didn’t get any reply. Vi and I continued the conversation to the wee hours while Fia went back to her place and Yin slept on me.…
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