by Amanda
Sometimes life feels like an endless stretch of filling up hours with things to do, places to go, people to see. And when packed schedules are punctuated by pockets of free time, the question shoved behind streams of daily tasks eventually makes it way to the forefront – who am I? Beyond our accomplishments and […]
Lately I’ve been embracing shadows and the appreciation of natural vibrancy of colours against a darker backdrop. I love how muting the peripheries draws your eye towards a more central focal point, akin to slowly being wrapped in a warm blanket, fold by fold. It’s like getting lost in a feeling, rather than in the […]
I have come to embrace the madness of baking multiple types of desserts each consisting of several components, all to be completed within the same time frame. There was plenty of scheduling and midnight oven humming, boxes to fold and dishes to wash. The magic of seeing it all come together piece by piece eventually […]
Over the past week I embarked on the herculean task of baking 100 tarts for a wedding and I’m happy to report that my oven is still intact and my fridge doesn’t hate me. Here is the pictorial proof of my valiant first attempt at mass production – enjoy.
I didn’t mean for two months to lapse since my last post but so much has happened in between. I decided to move from Tokyo back to Singapore permanently after days and nights of deliberation and was occupied with the logistics of it all for the past several weeks. Up till the point I boarded […]
Finally the most torturous 365 days in recent history can be referred to in past tense and humanity has stepped into what one can only anticipate to be a more smooth sailing chapter. In short, happy new year! In conjunction with the new year and the accompanying notion of a fresh, clean start to old […]
The re-questioning of personal style seems to be an annual affair at this point. It’s hard to definitively say if the broadly sombre atmosphere of 2020 and the somewhat shaky prospects of the upcoming year play a substantial role in this shift, but my stylistic preferences are becoming increasingly monochromatic and very much less sunlight […]
I watched the hazy morning glow streaming in through the windows give way to tiled rectangular shadows on the wall like the black and white keys of the piano. I counted the seconds as I watched them slowly and gradually grow fainter. …seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… and they were gone.
Occasionally there are moments where my eyes land upon an image so strikingly beautiful that it feels like its beauty is collectively crystallised into a long, slender icicle, gliding through the air seamlessly, like an arrow through the heart.
Lately I’ve been learning that many things are not what they seem to be when you look a little closer. I knew clouds cast shadows, but I should have known the shade conceals dirt and ugly truths. We shape our own perceptions of reality by selectively taking in that which bolsters the ego and protects […]
I hope you are blessed with a heart of a wildflower. -Nikita Gill
I suppose I imagined a garden blanketed in the most luscious green, the kind that glimmers in the sunset-tinted evening light as a sporadic breeze brushes gently over the leaves, causing them to give ever so slightly. Over the layer of greenery the sky infinitely stretches on and on without an end in sight, the […]
It occurred to me as I was handling the mandoline slicer – a nifty godsend of a kitchen contraption designed to transform (or personally, magick!) homogeneously tracing paper thin slices out of some fruit/vegetable/hard cheese? – that in an alternate dimension without said device I would be having dramatically less fun making this tart. These […]
I imagined a world in gradients of pink. A dusty rose, a powdery faded pink, sweet pastel, an electric fuchsia bordering on cherry. I imagined them all together, like roses planted side by side in a flower bed.
For the longest time ever I visualized the epitome of truly living to be hopping on a flight to an unexplored destination when the urge to go somewhere struck. Definitely somewhere with stunning blue waters running parallel to the whitest softest sand. Someplace where the locals spoke a different language, or at least speak a […]
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, […]
Sun rays on bare skin. Cloudless cerulean skies. Crickets punctuating the muggy summer air with their unwavering high pitched cries. Afternoons so blindingly bright that everywhere you look is an overexposed picture. Flushed cheeks, floaty cotton dresses, long hair swept up in ponytails. Leaves a verdant green. An occasional breeze whooshes by. Sighs of relief. […]
To be embraced by the warm aroma of caramel and butter and the music that is beautiful, reposeful silence – that’s my happy place, my dream world, the dimension in which my consciousness resides that is hazily tethered to reality solely by a strand of silken thread. It’s where I go to disconnect, this crystal […]
The first year of elementary school during an English class, my teacher posed us students a question that went something along the lines of, “Which is most important in discerning a person’s true feelings when he speaks – his body language, his words, or his tone of voice?” Majority of the class picked ‘body language’. […]
