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This Chinese girl loved her gulai and masak merah

I’m a lucky mom in that my children generally enjoy my cooking. Their favourite is the nasi lemak that I would whip up on special occasions, including Chinese New Year, usually on the second day. I don’t cook it often because it’s a lot of work, everything has to be made from scratch using fresh ingredients and I always insist on using traditional methods over modern appliances. The chilli paste for the sambal petai, for example, must be pounded using a pestle and mortar for the best texture and flavours. The rice needs to have enough santan that’s squeezed...
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Were there any bad men last night?

I live in a gated community but no, it’s not one of those upscale neighbourhoods where houses cost close to or upwards of RM1 million. Mine is a regular housing area and the gated element is just simple metal bars that are manually controlled by guards whom every household in the neighbourhood pitched in to hire. The guard house is more of a guard post, with just a few chairs and a fan. Yes, one of those that you see everywhere in the Klang Valley these days. Whenever my Appa visits us, he would take a jibe at this...
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Shared Experiences

Got listen to your cikgu or not?

“When I was in primary school, like most kids at the time, I was ferried to school by the bas sekolah. Our house was at the start of the road so I was the first kid to be picked up. I liked to sit right behind the driver so that I could chat with him. Uncle Nathan was a burly man with a stern face but he loved to tell jokes. I would tell Uncle Nathan what Mak cooked the day before, my favourite scenes from the cartoons or what games I planned to play after school while he...
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Relationships

“Amoi, kenapa bising-bising?”

A sharp scream came from the direction of our kitchen, where Mummy had shooed me out of earlier as she was preparing to fry up some heh bi (dried shrimps) and Chinese chives pancakes for a late morning snack. As I reached the doorway, I saw her standing on a stool by our dining table, her face ashen. She shouted at me to stop, then pointed to what looked to me at first like a thick coil of rope on the floor by the cutlery cabinet. It was a snake – fat and brown with pale yellow markings. She...
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