The heat in Singapore is the kind that leaves your loins sticky.
I should have stopped at the word humid but no one would quite get the
picture.
For lack of a better adjective, it was
SWELTERING
today.
As was
yesterday,
the day before and
probably the days to come.
So says the weather man.
It's consoling to know they usually get it wrong ;)
I took shelter at the National museum and visited a tiny room displaying traditional carrier bags.
picture.
For lack of a better adjective, it was
SWELTERING
today.
As was
yesterday,
the day before and
probably the days to come.
So says the weather man.
It's consoling to know they usually get it wrong ;)
I took shelter at the National museum and visited a tiny room displaying traditional carrier bags.
I like the crispness of kraft paper and the crackle that goes with it.
I like how that candy cane-coloured rope lints. I like how thin it is.
I like how gigantic stamps can be.
If you're in the vicinity, I think 15 minutes spent at The Bag Exhibition is a cool respite.
I love Museums! :)
I like how that candy cane-coloured rope lints. I like how thin it is.
I like how gigantic stamps can be.
If you're in the vicinity, I think 15 minutes spent at The Bag Exhibition is a cool respite.
I love Museums! :)
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