It’s been about a month since the launch of my book, The Singapore I Recognise: Essays on home, community and hope. I’m still trying to process my messy feelings about this. Sometimes it feels as if it hasn’t quite sunk in yet. Sometimes it feels like ancient history. →

For the first time in quite a long time, I really want to write. I want to watch the letters appearing on screen, the words forming before my eyes. For the first time in awhile, it feels like it’s flowing quite nicely. →

There’s something exciting about an empty page. There’s nothing on it, so it’s not wrecked yet. There’s only possibility. →

I’m a professional with more than a decade of work experience under my belt. How is it that I’ve suddenly become an avid collector of official and fan-made SKZOO plushies? →

Today is my granddad’s birthday. If he were still alive, he would be 96 years old. →