Ep. 15: Here’s a funny story | Some Scuffs

Good fiction, and a sense of humour, can carry hard-hitting truths. Subscribe on iTunes, Spotify or Google Podcasts.   What would the Harry Potter series look like if Harry was a Malay Muslim boy? What would happen if you tried to get closure with your dead father by conjuring his ghost, and ended up attracting a pontianak? Writer Suffian... Continue Reading →

Safe at home.

When one of your favourite people in the world tells you that she's decided on a whim to fly halfway around the world to stay for two weeks with a guy she'd met in person like three times since they got to know each other on Tinder the month before and that she's leaving in... Continue Reading →

Play time.

Once upon a time, we thought Neopets was the most exciting development in gaming history. 17 years later, we have Pokemon Go. I look back at my childhood and marvel at how primitive our modes of play were. Even before Pokemon cards, we had hopscotch and catching and Country Erasers. For the uninitiated, Country Erasers was a highly... Continue Reading →

Bre(a)d different.

A Vietnamese, an American and a Singaporean are sitting in a hostel common room having dinner. The American girl had recently bought an enormous jar of Nutella (which she pronounces as "n-oo-tell-ah") to share and was looking for something to spread it on. "There's sandwich in the fridge." The Vietnamese girl tells her. "Oh, from this morning?"... Continue Reading →

Are we friends?

This post is dedicated to Nick aka Lorong, with whom I had a very interesting conversation that prompted me to write this (and has been edited since his reading of it lol). First, a few things you should know about Nick: he is one of those atypical human beings who conduct themselves have little regard for social... Continue Reading →

The biggest idiot in the room.

I'm at the KFC outlet nearest to home, ordering lunch for my brother. (I know, I am a wonderful sister.) I politely request for a two-piece chicken meal, for takeaway please. "Crispy original," says the girl at the cashier counter. "Yes," I say. "No, crispy original?" says the girl. I blink, unsure of the question. "Okay," I... Continue Reading →

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