Racism and racial prejudice are hard topics to broach, whether you’re in multicultural Singapore or in Europe where the migrant crisis gets more complicated by the day.
Is Singapore a racist country? Quite recently, a foreign student living in Singapore answered this question in her blog, and her story went viral after being featured on Mothership, a local community news / content aggregating site. She talked about her experience with racial prejudice, and she’s right; it is often in details that make you wonder if you’re perhaps being a tad too sensitive.
But I’m not going to discuss race, racism and racial prejudice in Singapore right now. Instead I’ll be sharing about something that happened to me. For some time friends have encouraged me to write about this incident, and I’ve finally decided I shall.
It was the winter of 2012.
Continue reading “Was That Really Racist?”
What I found out when I looked up a brand of milk sold in Singapore: Cowhead.
As you probably know from reading my previous post, I have been poring over milk labels. A fortnight ago on our weekly grocery run, I chanced upon Cowhead milk, which had some seriously sexy claims on its package.
So, the label read (verbatim):
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Earlier this year, after watching a horrific video about the abuse of bobby calves at a New Zealand dairy farm (warning before you click: it’s very graphic), I started thinking more seriously about commercial farming practices, from both ethical and health perspectives.
Is cruelty-free dairy farming possible? It’s a question I’ve been pondering over. My vegan friends think not, obviously.
And, where does the dairy milk in Singapore come from?
Continue reading “Milk: To Drink Or Not To Drink?”
10 things your freelancer friend wants to say.
(This post was written on Saturday 0046hrs, but published at 1143hrs)
It’s 46 minutes past midnight. After two hours of trying and failing to fall asleep, I’ve decided it’s not working out. I should do something else. So here I am.
Rewind to 2245hrs, Friday night: I had gone to bed early with hopes of sleeping away a throbbing headache. Lying in pain alone in the dark led me instead to circle black thoughts, including but not limited to the unanswerable question of WhatTheHellAmIDoingTryingToWriteSlashEditFreelanceForALiving, which from here on I shall refer collectively to as The Black Hole.
Some minutes later, I leave the blackness of the bedroom to look for The Husband, who is in the living room, in the middle of a very exciting PS4 game.
Continue reading “The Black Hole (Or An Existential Crisis Of A Freelancer)”
Yesterday, the Straits Times (ST) ran an article titled Diabetes: The rice you eat is worse than sugary drinks which came up several times in my social media feed. I was disturbed by the headline. Were you?
Then, an editor I regularly work with e-mailed to ask if I’d like to pitch related stories. She got me thinking deeper, and this is an edited excerpt of my reply to her:
Continue reading “Is Rice Really Worse Than Soda?”