I fell in love with a boy named Misadventure at a young age. He had jet-black hair, and he loved calling out for me. He had persuaded me once, when I was six, to climb a metal bar. I acquiesced, hoisting myself onto the pole, despite knowing that the act itself was asinine, and that it would land me into trouble. And so it did. The quaint recollection I have of the aftermath of that escapade is one of my...

Laksa is the epitome of all Singaporean cuisine. Like my enthusiasm for clever puns, I aggressively defend this national dish whenever it is brought up by anyone. However, this is something I would have hesitated to do years ago, as the idea of spicy foods used to disgust me. My perception of Laksa changed years ago when I tried a spoonful of it- the delicious and rich coconut gravy permeating my mouth, its savoury and sweet aftertaste lingering on. I...