“What are we going to watch,” my husband asked as we entered the theatre. Not having watched a play in years, least of all a Singaporean production, he was apprehensive.
I was a student at UC Berkeley when gay marriage was first legalized in San Francisco by Mayor Gavin Newsom in 2004. By then a junior, I had come to realise Berkeley was a beacon for both out and not-yet-ready-to-come-out students; it drew bright teenagers from all over America and the world, really, who were struggling with their sexuality; and for many of these students it was the first time in their lives they felt at home. Berkeley was where it was okay to be different, it was okay to be weird, it was okay to not be okay.
for the Tin brothers
In that moment, anything is possible, even death. Riding against the wind, his face against your hair, arms around you as he maneuvers the scooter…
My parents were thrilled when I decided to attend UC Berkeley.
“You won’t have to deal with this,” my father said, pushing up his nose with one finger. I raised an eyebrow.
“White people looking down on you.”
My favourite moment today was without any cameras or anything to record it, because my boy had dragged me out of the house without warning,…
Why PSLE matters
I was watching this Korean drama recently, and it moved me not just because of the story or the acting, but because of its insights on motherhood. There were many memorable lines about motherhood, and one of them was this:
“That’s why mothers are so obsessed about their kids’ grades. It’s like their report card (on how they are doing as a mom).”
Confidence is probably the hardest thing for a new mom. You second guess everything. Maybe I should have breastfed for another month. Then she wouldn’t have caught that cold. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone back to work so early. Then he wouldn’t have so many tantrums. Maybe I shouldn’t have co-slept. Then he wouldn’t need me to put him to sleep all the time.