My father’s legacy was his sense of adventure. I guess that is intrinsic to the Hakka people, we are nomads, wanderers. That’s where my father’s wanderlust…

Growing up, my mum, my white British mum, smothered us with cuddles and told us she loved us every day while my Filipino dad never showed us affection. He didn’t ask…

When I reached a point where I didn’t know who I was or what I was worth, I was guided to look at my roots. By exploring and uncovering the past in depth…

Something struck me as I read that line, “I am trying to pressure myself less on what a friendship should be” Jonny Sun. A writer I am both jealous and in awe of. What a simple…

I have taken the time to reflect on my past in the midst of a contemporary trend to look at one’s identity; to assess one’s status against a canon or criteria of…

Every tale I hear of escaping China in the first half of the twentieth century comes with sentences whose words could never depict the gravity of the situation…

The tastes of my childhood have always been 粥 (pronounced as ‘jook’) made with leftover roast duck…

I’ve always thought of it as a beautiful convenient invention. This giant circular dish that anchors most dinner tables…

Songs I grew up listening to. Not realising how much they have shaped me. Most of these songs I still listen to…

The name David was given to me since birth. But I was also given the name 甘家伟, which I shied away from…