A personal blog · Singapore
I'm Jon. I live in Ang Mo Kio and write about the parts of Singapore that don't make headlines — the kopitiam before the interchange wakes, the park path after rain, the small exchanges at an MRT ticket gate. Nothing here is a product or a publication schedule; it's one person's notebook, left open.
If you like plain sentences and neighbourhood texture, start with the journal or the piece below — the one I wrote from Chin Swee on a night I still think about.
The main article · 51 Chin Swee
From a corridor near 51 Chin Swee Road on 12 November 2025 — sirens below, tea upstairs, and no clear answer about what the city was responding to. A measured first-person account, not a report.
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Jon — no staff, no sponsors, just someone who notices how a bus number or a window ledge can hold a whole afternoon.
I walk Bishan-Ang Mo Kio Park more often than is strictly necessary and I keep a paper notebook in my market bag.
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One small choice at the vegetable stall — and the stallholder who remembered my hesitation from last week.
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Every evening I fill the same bottle at the same corridor cooler. It has become a kind of punctuation mark.
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Someone left a compact umbrella on the bench. Someone else picked it up without a word.
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Herons on the bridge, mud on my trainers, and why I take the longer loop when I have time.
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Morning kopi while the bus numbers are still half-empty on the departure board.
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