Relearning how to be human Subscribe on iTunes, Spotify or Google Podcasts. THIS IS PART OF A MINI-SERIES CALLED THE BLANKET FORT SESSIONS, A COLLECTION OF PERSONAL ESSAYS THAT EXPLORES HOW PEOPLE FIND HUMAN CONNECTION DURING THE PANDEMIC. Written by Grace Yeoh For the longest time, I thought I knew how to be a good journalist. And then the... Continue Reading →
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 →
What happens when you write a story that ignites a national outcry over misogyny and sexual harassment? Subscribe on iTunes. Eden Ang, the star of local television series Tanglin and a former member of the popular Youtube group Wahbanana, became the central villain in Singapore's own #MeToo movement when accusations that he had sexually... Continue Reading →
So, I've working on a personal project for a while now and I'm a little excited but mostly nervous about sharing it. For the last few months, I've been experimenting with new ways of telling stories. The medium of audio recording and sound intrigued me, so I toyed with it and drafted many pieces. Hearing... Continue Reading →
Gender binarism probably wasn't on the renowned Japanese photographer's mind when he snapped this shot. But what I found most striking about it was the fuzziness of traditional gender constructs. https://www.instagram.com/p/BBmnvRrt9MQ/ Kubota, Hiroji. Boy & Girl in front of Mandalay Hill. Myanmar (Burma), 1978. I love this photograph for two reasons. First, the title of... Continue Reading →
What is it about the phrase "I love you" that it has so much power over everyone involved in its exchange? That it can mean so little, or so much, depending on who's saying it and in what context? That it holds the potential to be misappropriated? Or cheapened? That it can be wielded for purposes of... Continue Reading →
I just had a great idea, and it's pretty fuckin' epic. But I can't tell you what it is. It's hard to articulate. I can't find the right words, and words wouldn't do it justice anyway. Imprisoning it in meaningless letters would just water it down, like murky fumes coughed up through the lips like a dirty old... Continue Reading →
I swear I did. I meant to write, I meant to do at least one blog post. But then I got distracted. Or maybe I was tired. Or maybe I felt guilty for not showing up at Jon's birthday, or maybe I felt shortchanged that I hadn't gotten to spend my well-deserved Friday night with some... Continue Reading →
