My mum married a red flag. Yes, I’m saying that my father was a red flag. He always returned home at about 9pm, when we were about to sleep. There were no dinners with us. The only time we got was Sundays. Where we often went to the beach to set up tents or cycling. But even then, he

I broke up with my ex of 7 years. I was a mess - ruminating, crying and starving myself. My family knows I wasn’t a homebody. One day, my sister told me “it’s time to start meeting new people and forget XX.” So I did. It was a guy I used to work with on projects. We texted quite abit bef

Why I finally understood the hype around branded bags When I was in poly, I used to buy bags from Bugis Street, blogshops, even LiveJournal sellers back then. They were cute, affordable, and big enough to fit my laptop, water bottle, wallet — all the usual things a student carries. Everythin