describe yourself

Today I filled up an electronic form as part of an unsolicited script submission to a theatre company. The prompt had been to describe myself, and so I typed the following: I'm a Singaporean playwright and performer based in London. I want to write plays that speak globally and intelligently, across borders, and to the … Continue reading describe yourself



Winter is gone, and Spring 2018 is doing a five-steps-forward-eight-steps-back sort of shuffle in between sleet-rain and sun shimmer. Coming from the tropics, this sort of ballet of the weather does make me wonder a lot about how much of my consciousness is constituted by the climate (I think A LOT)... but anyway, for those … Continue reading Springtime


What am I supposed to make of these ghostly winter dreams of woodfires and hotpots, when I've grown up in the tropics? My ancestors seem to haunt me through a thick fog of forgetting. They will themselves past my incomprehension, nattering away in languages that are barely intelligible, like childhood memories, but I tell them … Continue reading Hotpot


I've now been in London for a month, which calls for a sort of 满月(full month) moment of reflection. 1. First off, 满月is exactly the sort of sudden over-demonstrative Chineseness that has lately possessed me. I am working through it with some amusement, to see how far it can go. It started with me very … Continue reading 满月

Some Observations from my first two weeks in Albion:

1. I saw two statues at the Great Court of the British Museum. The plaque on the plinth described them as Guardian statues, from China, from several centuries ago. They were installed, marginally, at some corner of this indoor courtyard, a space so massive it dwarves you. It is architecture that evokes divinity, or, at … Continue reading Some Observations from my first two weeks in Albion:

North Wales

I'm presently somewhere in North Wales, a little way from a stunning view of mountains across the Irish Sea. For the past few days I've been at Ty Newyyd, which is the national writing centre of Wales, and former residence of David Lloyd George (also nearby is a bucolic river, overlooked by a very Elven … Continue reading North Wales