After missing Yayoi Kusama’s “Life is the Heart of a Rainbow” exhibition in Tokyo, I knew that I had to make a trip to Singapore just for it. Not exactly child-friendly due to the nature of some pieces but her artwork is very robust consisting of psychedelic colours, pumpkin motifs and polka dots
During my most recent trip to Singapore with my parents in August, we decided to book a hotel room close to the city. Although I have a lot of relatives in Singapore, we wanted to save travel time because I really wanted to get to the National Gallery bright and early for Yayoi Kusama’s Life is the Heart of a Rainbow exhibition
Okonomiyaki – not my favourite Japanese dish but Kobe Rokkomichi Gyunta changed me. So much so that I made sure to come to this place twice during the span of my one week trip to Tokyo. It was a sunny day of shopping in Ginza, when lunch time approached
Clinging on to whatever fragments that are left from a broken heart sounds like a normal thing to do. Even I am guilty of it. Leaving traces of our past on Facebook, allowing ourselves to still be “friends” with people who have left us damaged and torn, secretly checking up on them from time to time thinking that no one is watching.
It was the year 2007, and having your own blog was considered to be cool. I didn’t like the idea of sharing details about my life with random people on the internet, nor did I ever think of myself as a good writer. Despite all the voices in my head shouting “No” my flesh was weak and I gave in due to peer pressure