1649150 & 1360191448: My Singapore Stories in 25°C Puddles

the sun hits the skyscrapers at exactly 7:03 a.m. and you wonder why your lens fogged up overnight. humidity’s been sitting at 89% today which feels like breathing soup thick enough to slow your shutter speed. my feet are caked in dried rainwater from wandering *hawker centers and every step echoes like a shutter click. locals swear this is the best weather for chasing golden hour but they’re probably horseshoeing that idea. Geylang* is my latest obsession - tried six hawker stalls in 45 minutes and my stomach’s still doing a fist pump. yeah okay maybe i’m a foodie now.

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