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Green tea and noodles
Author: Kat
“Japan so cool ayee! You shopping or sightseeing?”, my hair stylist yelled.
“Sightseeing.”, I said. I think his tut indicated that this was the wrong answer.
“I can’t shop George!”, I added in defense. “It’s bad enough in Singapore. Nothing’s going to fit me in Japan except maybe a handbag and I don’t even like handbags that much.”
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Hunting for Crocodiles
Author: Anne Young
Packed from neck to toe in combat gear, and with large amounts of insect repellent in my backpack, I was ready to embark on my first hunting cum survival trip in Singapore. Yes, that’s right: Singapore! Besides shopping malls, HDB’s and condo’s Singapore does in fact have quite some wildlife. And wild it is. I had been told that it was even possible to spot real crocodiles. A month earlier one was actually caught wandering around a public park. A sucker for excitement I had to go and see one for myself. MORE
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Nettings
Author: Ivan Ang
There is always a certain level of pretense in everything we do.
We wake up pretending that today would be a better day for all of us; that there’s something beautiful, great or wonderful to look forward to when really, we are clueless about how things are going to unfold in the duration of the day.
I cannot quite explain why I was feeling the way I felt except that I know that there wasn’t really a proper reason for doing so. MORE
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Tea or interview anyone?
Author: Sukaina Taqi
After an unsuccessful shopping spree across Takashimaya and Wisma, my mother, sister and I decided to take a water break (or more like a tea and a guilty pastry break) at a coffee shop in Wisma. Bakerzin is a delightful little open cafe on the ground floor of Wisma that serves different sorts of teas, coffees and most importantly pastries! MORE
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The 3 P’s or Taxi driver Philosophies
Author: Anonymous
I was on my way from Arab Street to Empress Place together with my parents. Due to a touch of faith (I guess) we ended up in a taxi driven by a philosopher in disguise who would totally change our state of mind that day.
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Maxwell Food Centre Hum Jin Pang
Author: Ong Kian Hui
Day after day, night after night, year after year, the relentless firm kneads of perfectly elastic and flawless dough, the adroit pulling and twisting of the dough into fine balls of a thousand shapes and sizes, the smooth rolling of these with an ancient roller, the sprinkling of rich tau sar into each dough ball, the deft re-kneading of these dough balls and finally the dishing of each dough piece with a modicum of white sesame seeds………..all this and more greet the patrons of a little humble stall selling Hum Jin Pang in Maxwell Food Centre, named aptly and simply as such: ‘Hum Jin Pang’. MORE
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The amazing Esprit girl....
Author: Sing Keng Loon
I sat down in my usual seat in the usual SBS bus to take the usual route home from my army camp. I opened up my usual paper and read the usual section in silence as the bus lugged along lackadaisically towards it's destination.
It was a mundane day with the usual faces sitting stoically on their seats amid the blare of the TV mobile that was showing the usual 'Diva on Dime'. It seems that the lulling bus ride was sapping the passengers' energy and sucking them into a black hole of torpidity. MORE
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Brothers for brothers
Author: Nasreen Taher
The global recession has hit the earth with more speed and velocity than a comet. Being the most adaptable creatures of this planet, we survive through our strength of body and mind, yet, not all of us have been so lucky. The ones affected have felt the pangs of reality in a vigorous manner, becoming jobless or losing all in small business. But as conscientious beings, we are neither putting our feet up to it nor predicting things like things will be ok soon, or uttering statements like “So? I have food on my table, my children are going to school everyday”, or “Can’t be bothered”, or “Oh! Recession---well, it hasn’t got me this time.” or similar stuff that shows our less caring attitudes towards our own siblings. MORE
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At home in Bugis
Author: Ong Kian Hui
The sights and cacophony of colourful street artists plying their trade greet me the moment I step onto the bustling street. The aroma of delectable hawker fare immediately follows, wafting across the street, melding with the pungent incense and the roasted fragrance of chestnuts to form a uniquely characteristic scent. This is Waterloo Street, a street pulsating with the rhythm of life, a street where I feel like home. MORE
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Lucky mole
Author: Timothy Yang
Everyone has a story. But we close our eyes and pretend to sleep and turn up the volumes in our Ipods and bury our noses into books and refuse to acknowledge their existence because they mean nothing, absolutely nothing to us. Because we don’t know their story. I was 26, and had just come back after spending a 5 years overseas studying. I soon found myself employed at the Singapore General Hospital, and I would take the train from my home in Kembangan to Outram MORE
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Festivals of Singapore
Author: Nasreen Taher
As much as winning the first place in the global marathon of workaholics, the citizens are greatly involved in festivals concerning theological enhancement. Within a small area of 646 sq. kilometres and a 4 million population, the city excels in its multicultural transparency, under the banner of SINGAPOREAN—one single race , be it from any part of the world, East to West . MORE
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Rats in the taxi
Author: Anne Young
Chinese New Year was on the way and the whole of Chinatown was glowing red and golden. The streets were buzzing with people, all getting prepared to usher in the new year: The Year of the Rat.
We’d been wandering around town, but were now in a taxi on the way home. We being me, my boyfriend Peter and two visiting friends.
From the look of it our taxi driver was taking Chinese superstition very seriously, his dashboard had been turned into a complete shrine and good luck charms were dangling from the rear mirror. Whatever bad luck would come his way, he clearly got himself covered. But what he didn’t know was that even more luck had stepped into his car that day … MORE
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Raja Suran’s Expedition to China
A retelling of a story from the Sejarah Melayu (Malay Annals)
Author: Sheila Wee
Once, in the time long ago there was a king. His name was Raja Suran and he ruled over India. But India wasn’t enough for him; he wanted to be the most powerful king in the world. He made all the princes of the nearby countries bow down to him, pay him taxes of rice and gold and call him the most powerful king. But he still wasn’t happy. There was someone who refused to say that he was the most powerful, that he was the greatest king: and that was the Emperor of China. This made Raja Suran very angry.....MORE
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Extra treatment
Author: Jojo Soh
Went to AMK Jean Yip for a hairdo yesterday. Overheard a conversation between a couple seated next to me. It wasn’t my intention to eavesdrop, but as the salon’s seating arrangement is quite close together, overhearing your neighbour’s conversation is thus just so inescapable.
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Bus ride turns into epic adventure
Author: Hsien Wei
What I am about to narrate is not by any means, an exercise of my imaginative faculties. It was only after I penned the date that I realized the date had hinted at the harrowing perils that have thus plagued me till this very minute.
Why did I forget my book, which had thus far loyally served its purpose as a distraction to my senses during the excruciatingly lengthy journeys home, I cannot fathom. Nevertheless I had decided upon the idea of catching some rest on the bus after the exertions at work today.
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Blessed soul
Author: Rach
Today was a rare day for her. She started awake and glanced anxiously at the clock, then eased back under the covers when she saw it was barely past eight. At nine, the alarm clanged and she immediately banged the clock silent. She gave a morning call to the boyfriend and shuffled off to wash up and get dressed for breakfast.
As the vehicle cruised into the all-too-familiar setting, she was gripped of a silence. MORE
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Mornings
Author: Elane Luo
It was night. The chilly breeze blew against a mop of hair, pushing away tangled strands to reveal a face, which was attached to a strangely contorted body. Lying in a mess of leaves..
"RING!!!..."
At that split moment, I awoke with a start, eyes wide opened.
"RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!..."
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