Kulture Kween Not A Newsletter, October 2026. Eight years married, an 80s party, garlicky Thai feasts, a pastel saga, and too many midnights.…
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“Hold the coral; I'll take your picture!” I yelled at Jik, who was tying a bucket full of baby sea corals to a thick anchor rope.…
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I was pretty excited when I opened my MOLM the aluminium foil cover and saw pasta with stir-fried-looking chicken bits; it looked promising.…
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Lately, I have been trying my best not to let my mood follow the drop in temperature. I have employed lavender bath oil, Oodie, extra candles, flannel PJs, heater, electric blanket, copious amount of mulled wine, curries and apple pies. So far, those things have been helping, but you guys… it’s not even officially…
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I finally had crocodile meat in Ochre, Cairns. Eating crocodile meat has been in my yearly goal list eversince I moved to Melbourne. I was so thrilled to finally tick it off of my list. The meat itself wasn't so good. It tasted like white fish but with the texture of chicken meat.…
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It's a small book filled with life goals. Some are big, some are small, some are serious, and most are fun—similar to a bucket list.…
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It has been a while since I write the supposedly monthly NoNe series - so here I am trying to recap the last three-plus months into a short blog post.…
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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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I flew in this morning and landed at Melbourne Airport this morning. I was groggy and dreaded everything, and I mean EVERYTHING.…
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I am writing to you mid-flight, in between Jakarta and Melbourne. In between Indonesia and Australia. In between Saturday and Sunday.…
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Happy New Year, the year of Omicron. Do you remember precisely when Covid turned your life upside down? Mine was when I reached Bali and got a plethora of text messages about the then-new-to-me Covid thing. That was two years ago. Today, I get to eat Amma’s home-cooked meal at the dining table together…
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