The Things We Do In The Night
On night shifts, I have cumulatively told strangers and acquaintances more about myself than my best friends know about me.
Suwen Tan
I write to deal with existential crises about my day job.
Latest Posts
I’m Just A Girl, Standing In Front Of All Doodles, Asking Them To Love Me
The other day in the elevator at work. The nurse was just trying to leave work but instead got trapped on the way out and forced to look at pictures. Pictures of doodles. Labradoodles. Goldendoodles.Cavoodles.
The Underrated Joys Of A Hot Bev
On The Bus Again
There’s An Intruder In My House, And I Need To Do Something
I was appalled at this suggestion; that I might somehow be partly responsible for my own misery.
I Grew Up In The Australian Hood
What’s So Good About Traveling Alone, Anyway?
Do you really want to struggle through a foreign country where you don’t speak the language and keep forgetting the exchange rate by yourself?
The Start Of Sourdough
It was beautiful. Airy holes unevenly dispersed through the loaf. Perfect thickness of dark crust.
Are Ankles The New Cleavage?
I’m Not An Idiot. I’m a Homeowner.
Signed the contract exactly six days ago. Went to view the house for the first time six days ago. Walked in and examined the wooden floorboards. Knew it was meant for me.
