So, I turned 29 the past Saturday. This is it, folks! The final year in my 20s. Much like I wrote in my post about turning 28, I have been

I remember my first period. Despite being educated on what to expect, what it looks like, what it is about, and what to do, I still thought

Ah! Look who’s back writing about relationships, making this her 5th post on this topic, and 5 years since she’s been on and off dating apps

Everyone often says that life is about the little things. And for me, one of those little things are exactly 4 Tamil festivals that I deeply

I learned my first English vulgarity when I was 6 or 7 years old. It was “shit”. It was used as “shit colour” and “you look like shit” with

I love a good chick flick. Whether it’s Sophie Kinsella, Jenny Colgan, or Melanie La’Brooy when it comes to books or Legally Blonde,

I think I came across the word “desi” for the first time amidst the Slumdog Millionaire buzz. I feel like it had something to do with the

I once had the opportunity to interact with nurses WELL beyond their retirement age; nurses who were once midwives, something Singapore has

In a previous life, I worked in a hospital for nearly four years as a research coordinator. I consider the experience a privilege and it rea

Hello and happy new year! Can you believe the last time we met was a decade ago? Right. So, moving on from lame jokes, how are we all on the

I'll be turning 28 this Thursday and I've anticipated turning 28 for a long time now. I do know people around me who are begging to have time

For someone who has been very tight-lipped about dating, marriages, and the like, I realise this is the fourth post of the year on this topic. Bear with me it’s like a dam has been opened.

Please avoid reading this if it’s a trigger for you. I apologise for the language, I may have (definitely did) snapped. This essay is purely based on my emotions and thoughts and was the result of my mere need to get this all out somewhere.