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“Oh, awak masak lauk ini sedap sekali.” (Oh, your cooking is delicious.) His voice is quiet and firm, slightly hoarse with a steady rumble, but what she remembers whenever it echoes in her head is the way his eyes shine with a thousand things that he will never say. But she knows. He loves her […]
A group of WWII survivors and Tiong Bahru residents gather for an emotional morning by recounting their trials and tribulations under the Japanese Occupation, 73 years after the fall of Singapore. On 15 February 1942, Singapore fell to the Japanese Imperial Army, marking the start of an arduous period for the people of Singapore. Seventy-three […]
To him, childhood nowadays is vastly different from what it was during his time. Playing with marbles, renting books and helping with his mother’s business are just the tip of the iceberg of the many rare, but once common childhood occurrences during Mr Low’s time. Seventy-year-old Mr Low Sia Joo was talking to us animatedly […]
While hipster cafes, secret cocktail bars and the Laneway Festival are all the rave in Singapore now, Alywin Chew recalls a time when he – and many others – thought it was cool to be an ah beng, who had the support of parang-wielding friends and the trusty orange comb. In the early 1990s, during […]
Passing on heartfelt stories of Singapore to the youths of today through modern means of Internet blogging. His blog post on the Bukit Ho Swee fire was handpicked by Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong out of 30,000 others and was showcased in last year’s National Day Rally . “There was a dark billowing smoke in […]
The quilt that was made by writer Hong Xinyi’s grandmother has travelled the world with her, but more than anything it is a reminder of different journeys: An object made possible with skills that she never mastered, retaining rhythms of a life that she cannot begin to understand. I’ve had the quilt my grandmother made […]