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The sound of evening bells

I remember back when I was growing up, I look forward to the evenings because that would be when the roti uncle or the ice-cream uncle will pass by. The bells and the rings will always be part of my life. Those days, I would happily run out as a child and buy bread or ice-cream from the uncles (usually uncles-lah). He would give me that wide smile and I would give a big smile in return (got food, sure smile lah). He even used to play “One To Juice (or is it Want To Juice)” after I give...
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Hey, Mr Postman

Back in the 90s, when I was a little boy, there was a postman who will deliver letters in my neighbourhood everyday. And most of the time, we will exchange smiles and talk a little after he has completed his rounds and through that, we bonded. Sometimes, he allows me to ride on his motorbike and follow him on his rounds – delivering letters all over the neighbourhood. Kids being kids, I looked forward to this routine every morning, and eagerly hopped onto his bike to be his sidekick. We will go to from one gate to another...
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Carefree days of yore

I am the product of a mixed marriage: My father is of Hadhrami descent (although categorised as Malay in his IC) and my mother is a Malaysian Chinese. My mother was 39 when she married my father, who was 11 years her junior. I always find it amazing how my mother had the courage to marry someone way younger and of a different religion too. In our household, we were exposed to different cultures, traditions and celebrations from a very young age. Many of my friends would be jealous when I told them that I received ang pow, duit raya and sometimes,...
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“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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