Reinventing my personal blog
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.
To the Mountain
In all of my 29 years, my grandparents had been such a big part of my life that I could have never conceived of a life without them. Losing them was a shock to the system.
Two Pairs of Pants
The Hustling Years. Apparently, life comes full circle.
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