Chapter Twenty-One

While turning twenty felt like the end of an epoch, twenty-one feels rather quiet and inconsequential. Besides the practical aspect of having finally turned an age that my peers have all been for months, I’m looking back on the last year and, uncharacteristically, don’t have much to say. Sure, things happened. But they all sort…

How To Leave Home

The first time, it’s easy. You’re excited, having thoroughly googled about boarding school and high school and making friends and study tips. Your parents drive you down, help you move in amidst the chaos of all the other families and their daughters. The first night, you lie on your back in your new bed with…

2017 Favorites

As 2017 closes out, I’ve been grasping at memories from this whirlwind of a year. So much has happened in so many places with so many people that it’s been challenging to properly recall, but what’s for sure is that this year has been full of new discoveries. Below are some of my favorites, from…

Chapter Twenty

Turning twenty last month felt largely like nothing at all. I suppose it’s because it’s felt like I’ve been turning twenty all year. I can confidently say that the past year has been one of the most eventful, significant ones of my life. I’ve had the pleasure of living abroad, traveling to several beautiful places,…

Kuala Lumpur & Penang, Malaysia

It’s been nearly fourteen years since I was last in both Kuala Lumpur and Penang, and I clearly remember writing in my journal that I was headed for Malaysia, Australia. Having relatives in both countries made my six year old self steadfastly believe that Malaysia just happened to be a part of Australia. Older now,…

How To Leave Singapore

The time has passed so quickly yet not at all. That’s how semesters go, as birds soaring past the sun, as feathers dragging in the wind. You have flinched during thunderstorms, studied for essays, sweated gallons from your upper lip alone. Intimidated, you still haven’t tried to use any clause-final discourse particles— you’d feel silly,…

A Little Chinglish, Please

In the past I’ve always spoken to my parents in both English and Chinese, often at the same time, and whenever they spoke to me in Chinese, I would reply likewise. I swore to myself with childish disdain that I would never become one of the people who only reply in English. I am now…

How To Move To Singapore

They say it’s going to be especially cold these coming months. You’re squeezed into an aisle seat, the buffer between the walkway and an overly cozy couple. The time that follows is full of the woman climbing over her boyfriend and shaking you awake every time she needs to use the restroom. You count fourteen. How…