A personal blog · Singapore
I write from Queenstown and Commonwealth about routes that branch, memories that stop mid-corridor, and the small marks ordinary days leave on paper. This is not a guide. It is a desk lamp over a city block I am still tracing.
Some entries are walks. Some are observations at a kopitiam table or an MRT platform. All of them admit what I do not know — because a map that pretends to be complete is a map that lies.
The main article · 51 Chin Swee Road
On a November night I was passing through Chin Swee when my planned route broke — noise, then sirens, then a silence I still cannot chart. I was close enough to hear and far enough not to see. This is the entry where I leave the blank space blank.
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I live near Commonwealth MRT and notice the lines other people overlook — ticket stubs, glass patterns, the way an uncle remembers your order. A little more about who writes here →
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24 July 2026
Dover market, an aisle where afternoon sun draws lines I cannot follow to their end.
11 June 2026
Each ticket stub is a partial map of somewhere I went — and somewhere the ink ran out.
27 May 2026
At Commonwealth MRT, a small hand on the glass drew lines I wished I could keep.
19 April 2026
A walk through Queenstown Library and back along Margaret Drive, mapped by what stayed.
8 March 2026
A milo dinosaur, an uncle who remembers every order, and a thread I keep losing.