HeyJaredthe slow club
A project documenting all pursuits slow and ordinary, written by Cheah Wenqi.
- Indexed issues, last 90 days
- 6
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- Aug 30, 2026
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- Jul 4, 2026
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Aug Mail is Delayed! (opens the original)
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Every morning for the past few weeks, I wake up with a mental list of tasks to do and I try my best to tick them off.As much as I can, as fast as I can. The house, the documentaries, the social media work that pays the bills, yoga lessons and my personal practice so I don’t go crazy. In between all that, when it still feels like too much, I write.I writ… Read more
Autumn is coming and I am sad. (opens the original)
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The weather is beginning to turn, and the blank canvas of my writing pad calls.I’ve been enjoying my days outside. Soaking up cheery summer smiles from strangers at weekend festivals, dancing under clear starry skies, drinking up nature’s company as I dip in rivers and swim in the ocean.I’ve not picked up my bulky work camera once in three weeks, which I take to be a good sign. I love documenting the way light washes across my world – the afternoon sun sparkling against the ripples of a clear bl
The mountains don't move on our clock. (opens the original)
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I’ve been in a bit of a funky mood. I’ve spent the past week settling into my house slowly. I stare at these empty rooms and there are moments where I feel incredibly alone out here. There is just so much to do and I can’t help but to worry if I can really do it all.<
The unserious business of owning my first home. (opens the original)
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Where is Singapore's soul? (opens the original)
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This entry has been sitting in my draft for weeks. For weeks I couldn’t figure out where it was headed. Each time I pulled up at the table to write, my words would scurry into hiding.It’s been awhile. I’ve been intentionally taking time away for long and deep, slow breaths. Reminding myself that my real life exists outside these screens.I take walks, I lie out in the summer heat until it gets unbearable. I listen to birds sing and take in the forest’s morning light twinkling against deep summer
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