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Haw Par Villa, we hardly knew ye

When I was very young, I loved poring over my parents’ photo album. It was glossy and black, with a fierce looking tiger on the cover. I always handled it gingerly because it was irreplaceable: a cherished souvenir my dad … Continue reading

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We’ll always have Tiger Balm

I find scent to be the most evocative of the senses. The nose might as well be connected by a superhighway directly to the temporal lobe, where all our luscious memories are stashed away. The merest whiff of some long-forgotten … Continue reading

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