I yelled so loudly at my daughter… people at a bus stop down the street could hear me. Not my proudest moment. It wasn’t the first time she came home late. I had already reminded her. Warned her. Explained. That night, something in me just snapped. The words came
One day, your child will face something you cannot prepare them for in person. A hard decision. A moment of doubt. A season where they wish they could ask you, “What should I do?” But you may not always be there to answer. That’s why writing letters to your
Books
People do romanticize the past. Nobody genuinely misses rewinding tapes or flipping through a street directory. But some things were different. The pace of life was slower. Social interaction happened more easily, because you couldn’t hide behind a screen. People don’t miss the inconvenience. They miss what the
Satire
In a quiet, efficient kingdom where everything worked, everyone was very happy. Or at least, everyone said they were. The trains arrived on time. The streets were clean. The buildings stood tall, like obedient children who never asked questions. And in this kingdom, people were free to speak. They just
Satire
We don’t go overseas to relax. We go overseas to save money. We cross the border to “save money”… then shake the car at the petrol kiosk like we’re squeezing the last drop out of a toothpaste tube. We see prices, not as prices, but as math problems.
Satire
An American friend visited Singapore for the first time. Within 6 hours, he went through all five stages of culture shock. Stage 1: Awe He took photos of Changi Airport like it was the Louvre. Then asked if he could just… stay. Immigration was not consulted. Stage 2: Confusion He
Satire
I went to Chinatown. Then I realised… I never left. Luckin Coffee. Haidilao. Mixue. Mala Pot. Somewhere between the fourth shop and the second menu, it started to feel less like Chinatown… and more like China town. I checked my GPS to see if I’d accidentally cleared Immigration. Still
micro memoir
My mother used to sell kueh kueh near Lorong Tai Seng, starting in the quiet hours of the morning and ending just before lunch. I remember the image clearly, her balancing the baskets, walking from house to house, bringing food right to people’s doorsteps. She was just trying to
Satire
In Singapore, rules are everywhere. The most dangerous ones? The unwritten ones. Especially about seats. One wrong sit, and your life becomes a social experiment you didn’t sign up for. #1. Hungry Ghost Month Opera – Front Row VIP (Very Invisible People) Row empty. Best view. Fan blowing. You sit,
Satire
Every office has cubicles. You can tell exactly who a colleague is just by looking at their desk. We have seen the Empty Table Person. We navigated the Cluttered Table Person. We respected the Precision Engineer. Today, we arrive somewhere… warmer. You may want to take off your shoes. Species
Satire
Every office has cubicles. And every cubicle tells a story. We have seen the Empty Table Person. We survived the Cluttered Table Person. Today, we enter a different environment. Proceed carefully. Species #3: The Precision Engineer In their cubicle, everything is aligned. The keyboard is centered. The mouse sits at
Satire
We used to fear dangerous addictions. Smoking. Gambling. Opium. Now, we carry the dragon in our pockets. Face ID ready. Fully charged. Welcome to scrolling. A thumb moving endlessly, like it has somewhere important to be. We scroll while eating. While walking. While someone is literally talking to us. It
