Leather jacket, metallic scales, the tip of a sharpened dagger gleaming in the moonlight. Silence. It’s midnight but that’s not why the air is as cold as ice. A mind abuzz with estimations and calculations, for one intent. Heels digging deeper into the earth, narrowed eyes, white-knuckled fingers strangling the weathered hilt. Liar, she breathed.
Inevitably taurean, I have once again reunited the worlds of dessert and flowers – the dreamiest of dimensions, an escapist’s paradise. Certainly a more pleasant alternative to life as I know it these days, which seem to be an endless loop of dread and disappointment (when will it end? Do we just live in strange […]
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 […]
In between the five-part, three days of prep time, multi ingredient desserts that I gravitate towards making most days, the simplicity of having whisking together a custard and submerging thick slices of brioche in said custard overnight constitute 90% of the work involved, is admittedly refreshing for a treat that looks deceptively breakfast-like and is […]
Amidst the treacherous whirlpools of poison and bitter medicine, I have always found, no matter how minuscule, a kernel of light – a lonely but brave survivor casting its warmth through ashes and shadows. Over time hope feeds its strength. It swells up like the envelope of a hot air balloon starting to take flight, […]
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) – Sylvia Plath
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.
Music at midnight, being bundled up in an oversized blanket, a slice of sweetness, the motion of a fork gliding through, the sugary warmth of spiced caramel – a perfect moment in time.
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
Mentally I’ve written and re-written the introduction to this post a thousand times. Inspiration has never felt so desperately out of reach. It’s like curling your fingers into a fist in the air and hoping to capture a butterfly – in a room where there’s none. The cure can only be fresh air and freedom, […]
There comes a string of seconds during the day when the still transparent air transforms into a fog of shimmering gold. The moments are fleeting, evanescent. If only you could twirl in circles on tiptoes with an opened glass jar held in a hand outstretched, fill it to the brim with the twinkling light and […]