If I had died in that very moment

on consciously choosing what to regret

Two inches.

That was how close a car was from swerving completely into me. The lady behind me muttered, “oh shit” three times with her face turning into a shade of pale I don’t…

Overwhelmed
so I got real instead

I am now sitting in front of the screen, thinking about what to write. There is just so much to write about, until I don’t know how anymore. I want to write about what is it like to understand privilege, about being born into a dominant race in Singapore and becoming…

Breaking through
on striving to break my own limits

I often don’t realize how disempowering I am to myself.

I think of scenarios, people, problems and my automatic response to them is – that is not possible, and often the impossibility of these situations is heavily tied to…