“Where are you from?” Thrill and dread. That question we all prepare a thirty-second elevator pitch for…
Read MoreHow lonely my life could’ve been had I stuck to my culture which tells me to value the thick ties of family above all else...
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Our version of a corsage was a motia flower and though street vendors would sell these readily, they were not durable enough to hang around the hands of people as they danced…
Read MoreAs a child who grew up in a suburban bubble in Minnesota, coming to Flores de Villa was shocking. I was unaware of the poverty that existed, and to see it first-hand changed me forever...
Read MoreYou once said to your father: “Papa, you are brown.” He gently took you to mirror, “Yes Chook-Chook, so are you”…
Read MoreHaving edited TCK TOWN for two and a half years now, having dated a very, very troubled TCK who was battling with his cultural identity, and through living TCK experiences myself, I could imagine that his past had made him this odd, awkward and uncomfortable rageaholic…
Read MoreMy dad’s anger had been a constant in my world of inconsistencies…
Read MoreMy family lived abroad. The arts embraced in Micronesia were very different from those in British Hong Kong. There was little chance to delve into interpretive or classical art. When you weren’t taking the aspects you liked, discarding what you didn't and establishing your own local spin on painting, dance and music, you had to go microcosmic...
Read MoreIn the past 6 years I have watched my mum utterly transform - a shift that started the first day she stepped into her chosen university. She went from calling us about the location of her saved files to independently researching university databases and overloading her bookmarks tab...
Read MoreThen there was the McDonald’s birthday trend. Uncle Sam had muscled his way into the Karachi youth’s minds, and a Happy Meal and rides on colorful slides were the dream in the late 90s. I didn’t have one, but I was invited to one. It was an utter disappointment...
Read MoreI visit my grandad’s grave and give unrequited apologies to a piece of stone – forever an unforgiving experience...
Read MoreIn early autumn when female students in Japan were expected to be making scarves/mufflers and sweaters for their boyfriends as love tokens, my professor would walk into the cafeteria, walk up to a group of women knitting and ask for someone’s. He would peer at it with a critical eye and start knitting and hold a conversation with anyone in the group who was currently a student of his.
Read MorePakistan has been flagged by the Australian government as a "terrorist country" and yet I consider it home...
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