
A left-over picture, found on a roll that got stuck in the fridge, then processed 8 months later. Handsome smiles from the past.




"A major project exploring identity, architecture, memory, community, a sense of place and civic space."
In fact, I think I know quite a bit about Tiong Bahru, to the extent that Mickey, my friend who alternates between his apartment at Blk 56 and another one in London, always wonders what I do for a living.
Like I know that the unit next to him is occupied by women only, including an ex-stewardess who is rather beautiful, and that her mom is the accounts clerk for the egg store downstairs, and that her uncle runs the coffee shop at the street corner.
I also know that further up the road lives an American photographer couple who does work for travel magazines.
Or that the Chinese restaurant a few car parks away serves the best coffee ribs.
[Read the rest of his essay, with pictures here. I hear the coffee ribs are delicious.]
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In February, my brother Joe came to Singapore for a two week vacation. We looked for a side trip, something off the beaten track with history. We jumped a short flight to Java to check out two 9th century monuments: Borobudur, a huge Buddhist temple, and Prambanan, the area's largest Hindu temple. Both were built during the same period, across the valley from one another. Both under the violent gaze of an active volcano, Mt. Merapi (last erupted in 2006). Below is a story book of our trip.