Netflix’s adorable fantasy tale is an exercise in using our imagination to look at the world (and people) differently.
I can’t remember why I clicked play.
Maybe it was the thumbnail picture of a cutely drawn little girl, the lines gentle yet assured. Human lines deftly sketched by an experienced…
Tech used to be magic. Now it is losing its sense of wonder. Will it ever regain its lustre? How do we grapple with this loss?
A piece of technology, sufficiently advanced, is a sliver of magic. Shaped by human brain for human hands. The same minds that dreamed up the cold, gleaming dark glass connecting our hands to the vast world, reflecting our faces in its glistening black pool, once probably read the tales of…
Being Chinese is never as simple as being Chinese. To the Chinese diaspora, flown and scattered all over the surface of the earth like dandelions, our existence is multi-hyphenated, to be arranged and rearranged at will as a matter of survival, convenience, or a shifting sense of identity.
Growing up…
(and the dying art of impulsive reading)
Tucked in a row of colonial-era shophouses at Duxton Hill (a cool-cat, artsy neighbourhood in Singapore) is a bookstore called Littered with Books. During the day, it looks plain, unassuming. If you stroll past it after sunset, you might find yourself drawn to the warm amber glow spilling out of…
What being a solo diner taught me about life and committed singlehood.
The first benefit was obvious. Nine out of ten, you get to jump the queue.
I was standing at the end of a long line. The restaurant, nestled inside a shopping centre, was popular – slick decor, a…
