Reinventing my personal blog
My article on Indonesia in Brink, last month
An article I wrote about the Indonesian middle class and tech
Panic at the Disco
Why the Orlando gay club shooting in 2016 hit close to home for every queer person around the world. It certainly did for me.
In 2004 I came to Kolkata for the first time. To say it made an impression would be an understatement. From time to time, I still return to it.
In Small Rooms with Betawi Women
I lived in Jakarta for a couple of very happy years. The old women there was my favorite people.
When I Was Young
For most of the '10s I was perpetually in transit. It was more romantic on paper than it really was.
Is the Self-Hosted Blog Dead?
Every once in a while I try to blog again. I usually think using a new blogging platform will help. It never does.
Tan Boon Chye
A surprising slice of life of old Singapore.
And all the roads that led you there were winding
The Cult of Busy
I do quite a few things. Run a startup. Run two non-profits. Mentor queer kids. Spend a lot of time with my family, partner and our dog…
A Sucker Punch in the Gut
I don’t follow my gut as much as let my gut punch out a path.
A list of stuff I wrote since 2003, sorted thematically.
The Borneo Express
My family took me to Borneo, not Disneyland, as a kid. I will forever be grateful for it.
I’m Over Here
My heartbreak was metered: sixteen paisa per second.
The Manual of Intimacy
A post-mortem of an unfortunate affair.
Lying on a Sack of Rice
One of those days.
My Life on a Bike
I rode on a bike rideshare everyday I lived in Indonesia.
When my people speak of who we are and where we come fromWe do not say, China.
Split Language Disorders
It is a well-documented fact: multi-lingual people have multiple personalities. I am no different, though I was only recently made aware of it when I started 'losing' language spontaneously.
The Lonely Road
When I ran a startup it was much lonelier than I knew it would be.
When I was growing up, I thought all families had the same weekend lunches as mine: a giant cauldron of yellow noodles, simmered. When my grandmother died, I thought about that simple dish often. How she conjured love out of a few basic ingredients.
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