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Slinging the same five noodle dishes for more than 70 years, Yong Huat is part aof why Eastie living is so easy.
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As a very poor excuse for a Chinese person, I’m not fond of rice. As a 12-year Chicagoan, I can live on bread, and just bread alone, if bread includes pizza, which it should, and does.
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My favorite superhero is Nancy Drew. When I turned 10, my aunts Khim and Reggie gave me The Clue Of The Tapping Heels (#16) and The Mystery Of The Tolling Bell (#19) for my birthday, and a literary best friend for life.
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We were supposed to have pancakes to celebrate my birthday and Easter. We were going to fete the rising of Jesus from the dead, the rising of another digit in my age, me still very much alive. We code named it Pandemicakes.
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When you miss giving big ole bear hugs to friends, the next best thing is sending big ass cinnamon rolls for them in swaddle up in. I mean, treat like you mean it. Go big, then go home after sidewalk drop, because Circuit Breaker.
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Tumbleweeds now trundle across a desolate desert highway faster than a Singaporean getting up for a glass of water. Life for 85 percent of people here has bonked, the way ice cream plonks onto the ground after free-falling from your cone. It’s not pretty. But nature — Coronavirus included — remains hard at work, what with all the pollination and preying and Darwining and climate changing and crazy moon phasing that needs to get done.
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An amazing woman shows up every morning at the gym for the day’s session, whether cardio, HIIT, resistance, strength, or everything, even though she’s fighting breast cancer on her own, in a country she’s just moved to. When she’s done, she feels like she’s earned the right to another day.
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Covid-19 has been all about distances: social of one to two meters, the Coronavirus’ four-meter airborne span, global affliction of economies projected to last more than 12 months.
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The mechanical, communal and spiritual process of dismantling Singapore’s Covid-19 circuit began with rain at the break of dawn, a cleanse. Never too late for a clean slate.
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Singapore is a country where we greet, “Have you eaten?” instead of, “How are you?”. In the last few days, that has been sublimated for, “What will your last hawker center meal be?”
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It’s fitting that a stew of oxtail signaled the end of days as we knew it, that bullish attitude of, “Life, we got you.”