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Living a less plastic life is possible
The next time you shop for groceries, take a look at how much plastic there is in your trolley before you reach the checkout counter.
Toss the fish for an ox-spicious start
That’s something we can do at home to welcome the Year of the Ox and still have ‘din-dining’ fun with a bit pre-recorded help.
To all the books I loved before
Being stuck at home under the MCO finally got this columnist spring-cleaning her bookshelves.
In vaccine we trust, provided...
The MCO and even the just declared Emergency are only stopgap measures. What we need is a national vaccination plan that covers all bases.
My life as I never knew it
WHAT day is it? Oh yes, it’s Wednesday because my column comes out on that day. But I am writing this on Monday, which is what I usually do as part of my routine.
This should really be our last straw
If not, it will be death by plastic pollution for the whole world.
Of elbow room and breathing space
THIS column is my pride and my pain. Pride because it has given me a platform to share my thoughts and views on a wide range of topics and issues. Pain because whenever my deadline looms, I agonise over what to write and how to write it.
In need of courageous leadership
THAT’S it. I am joining the chorus calling for a new education minister. Dr Maszlee Malik’s latest foot-in-the-mouth is the last straw for me.
An unlikely force for good
TOMORROW is an important day as it marks the first anniversary of the day Malaysians voted out Barisan Nasional. But I am not writing about it today because it is a topic that has already been covered extensively and eloquently by many and I have nothing cleverer or more insightful to add.
Will they listen?
THERE are plenty of serious and important issues and events going on which I should probably write about. But not today. This time it’s about me.
The lawmaker and the criminal mindset
What does it say of a person who can rationalise his way out of doing something bad and even criminally wrong.
Prying out those prying eyes
IT was his hair that gave him away. A few strands tickled my calves, which made me turn to see a young boy who was probably about 13 crouched behind me.
