In a world of artificial organs and aggressive intervention, how much is too much in our fight against ailment? How far is too far in our race against illness?
I would see her seated by the edge of the bed, seeing, looking, listless into the roads and train lines across. All she wanted was to travel as she once did but in her final years, when even a short walk proved to be an ordeal, how best do we allow our elderly to exit the stage with grace?
Accused of being shallow, self-centred and generally uncaring about the nation's political climate, will the youth of Singapore ever be able to garner support the way #Marchforourlives did? Are these accusations even valid?
"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist." In the wake of the late Stephen Hawking, why we should internalize his message to us on this tiny blip along the equator.
"History owes us nothing!" they say. "We will construct our own rafts to ride the shock waves you created!" they shout. "We are the founders of a new language!" they claim. And you are nothing like us they thunder, aghast at the generation to come.
#metoo was never about damsels in distress or knights being called to action.
Where the obelisks of glass and steel soar into the sky, there had once been redbrick buildings barely five stories tall. As the original housing site for the first few residents of public housing, Duxton is the perfect setting for the 50th HDB Anniversary Project, the Pinnacle @ Duxton. Though nothing remains of the original … Continue reading History Doesn’t Belong to the Dead
At first it seemed like an amusing comedy; we were parents watching a child from the sidelines in wait for him to eventually realize his immaturity and correct himself. But after a while the incoherent gurgling starts to become worrisome. And when your child still refuses to be potty trained at the age of 10, … Continue reading Fighting Populism with TV Ratings
“You, very good girl. Not crying. Good customer.” The slight curl of the syllables, the rolled ‘r’s of a different tongue, was followed by a vigorous plucking pulled between twisted thread that left a stinging throb beneath my skin. I was seated in one of the many beauty parlors dotting the Tanjong Pagar Plaza, watching … Continue reading Of Beauty Parlors and Brown Bananas