1000 People & 2000 Chairs
Nov 28, 2022
My desk at work is particularly messy during this time of year as various floorplans, lists and a...
The Art of Confusion
Nov 21, 2022
Have you ever had those moments when the world suddenly seemed so big, and you were drowning unde...
Absurdity in the Garden City
Nov 14, 2022
For as long as I can remember, Singapore has been referred to as a Garden City. I first heard it ...
Take Me Back (One Page At A Time)
Nov 7, 2022
There is a lot of humour in digging up old things. Humour and heartbreak, the intertwined emotions.
Not Just Supporting Actors In A Real-Life Sitcom
Oct 31, 2022
Growing up in a big family that used to live on an island called Pulau Semakau, we faced our fair...
Berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah
Oct 25, 2022
Imagine the bitter pill of swallowing the fact that your community is never good enough [i].
The paradox of shame and celebration
Oct 17, 2022
It’s 5:45am and I’m on the bus heading home from the gym. Today was my first upper body workout o...
Brown Is Redacted: Our Existence Is Beauty
Oct 10, 2022
Sometimes, I’ll take a trip from the north to Geylang Serai market to purchase bunga rampai—Malay...
We must never forget our work
Oct 3, 2022
A friend texted me from Jakarta two days ago, congratulating me on the 25th anniversary of Ethos ...
Take heart, have courage
Sep 26, 2022
On a trip to Kinokuniya, I chanced upon an interesting book titled Before the coffee gets cold by...
Fields and Roses
Sep 19, 2022
When I was nine years old, the field behind the coffeeshop we frequented on Sunday afternoons was...
Badan Khairat: An Important Part Of Growing Up In West Coast
Sep 12, 2022
Malay/Muslim Mutual Benefit Organisations, or better known as badan khairat to my community, have...
Cast Away in Time and Space
Sep 5, 2022
A week ago, I sat watching the sun recede into the sea. In the foreground: the garden of the hote...
Sisterhood Is A Many-Splendoured Thing
Aug 29, 2022
My sister turned 29 a few weeks ago. It’s an impossible thing to me. I still haven’t quite reconc...
Aug 22, 2022
When I was growing up, many adults in their 30s and older were multi-lingual, without any certifi...
Mastering the Art of Lightness
Aug 15, 2022
I’ve been trying to master the art of lightness. To move through life with ease when very often m...
In the Comfort of Books
Aug 11, 2022
It’s a big world. So I find comfort in books thathelp me make some sense.
We are not alone
Jul 30, 2022
Have you ever been part of a huge crowd of thousands, singing in unison to a song you all love?
Jul 26, 2022
The books that I’m about to share with you have damages that I don’t even remember of. It’s a sur...
Imperfect pages, sauce on the side
Jul 18, 2022
But there’s something about my old and battle-worn books that make me keep coming back to reread ...
Jul 12, 2022
Silat is fascinating. It combines martial arts with malay dance, and embraces the same approach o...
An Anthology About Race—and Everything Else
Jul 4, 2022
To honour the intermingling of grief, joy and anger that comes with being an Indian woman in Sing...
In Solidarity With Zakir Hossain
Jun 27, 2022
In today’s Attunement, we would like to express our solidarity with Zakir by highlighting the liv...
Will we ever be old enough?
Jun 20, 2022
I don’t seem to have the ability to make mistakes, fail, all while forgiving myself and moving fo...
Far Away Right Here
Jun 11, 2022
I’m not talking about feeling homesick or merely enjoying the rhythms of Singlish.
Jun 4, 2022
As I embrace my hybridity, I relieve myself of the pressure to fit into neat boxes that society h...
Hello from the other side
May 28, 2022
Through these letters, I peeked at the inner lives of those who keep an independent publishing ho...
Stories are the clothes you wear
May 21, 2022
I think all our knowledge about our social world are really stories, just different forms of stor...
Of Echoes, Dial Tones and the Metaverse
May 14, 2022
Or maybe, realistically, all that she has to remember me by are the words I leave behind in the s...
In front of a forest, I am in awe
May 7, 2022
There is much I still do not know about the forest. It is still an inscrutable, magnificent, inti...
May 4, 2022
I never thought of wet-markets as sites of inquiry, but in the history of science, they were an i...
Thinking of trees
Apr 23, 2022
These days, I make a mental note of the places where trees have been allowed to grow. At the corn...
The heart is the seat of intention
Apr 16, 2022
There is bountiful energy in this time to pursue beautiful change. No task no habit is too mammot...
Apr 8, 2022
What can I say, but—we are alive—and what a wonderous thing that is to behold. Buoyed by immeasur...
I'm such a sucker for found family
Apr 4, 2022
As I’ve grown older and formed more disillusionments, I’ve increasingly valued pockets in which y...
Leaving things unfinished
Mar 28, 2022
The me that I want to be–proactive, and intelligent, and fearless, is not the me that I am. I’m s...
Mar 21, 2022
Currently all I can think of when I think about International Women's Day is my grandmother. It i...
In Your Image
Mar 12, 2022
The fight for liberation for both women and queer rights cannot happen if not for our desire to b...
The past is never far away
Mar 7, 2022
In this place of so many homogenised spaces, I have found my home: a nest for dreaming, a shelter...
The sun, always the sun
Feb 28, 2022
It has been a week of grappling with ever worsening news. Amidst the darkening that’s creeping ov...
Magical, luminous things
Feb 19, 2022
I have flown across an ocean this week. This still sounds surreal to say.
No negotiation for blood debt
Feb 14, 2022
The Burmese language resistance poetry is deeply embedded in the country’s colonial past. When mo...
Burning holes in the darkness
Feb 7, 2022
Poets killed in broad daylight, writers tortured and maimed. I wonder if their ghosts watch on fr...
Tyranny needs no companions
Jan 31, 2022
We are living in a new Age of Authoritarianism, and it is incumbent on all of us to fight its opp...
Crossing threads and hoping for the best
Jan 24, 2022
It’s hard to let go of people who are still, technically, there. Just in another city, another ti...
Still in Motion
Jan 17, 2022
Running made me believe in my body again, that it could be—do I dare?—beautiful. Because it kept ...
Sitting With Grief
Jan 17, 2022
I have often felt violently lonely in my grief. So much that I avoided being alone. I know now th...
Think Before You Throw
Jan 17, 2022
In this new year, may we continue to honour the things that have made us who we are, as well as m...
Ethos' 2021 Favourites (Vol. 2)
Jan 17, 2022
We start December by continuing with the Ethos team's 2021 favourites! This round, we find joy in...
Rumination: This is how the world keeps going
Jan 17, 2022
Earlier this week, we asked you to share your burning questions. In this week's letter, our edito...