5 Things I miss most about Singapore

Feeling homesick recently and foremostly, missing hawker food… so here are the 5 things I miss most about the little red dot…

1. Fried Carrot cake

Needless to say, carrot cake is my¬†favourite hawker food. The blacker, the better – I could hear myself say as I watch the hawker auntie or uncle fry my carrot cake…


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2. Singlish

Words that I especially miss uttering or hear:


“Are you eating your lunch?”



Siao ah


Seriously, how do you explain “shiok”? Shiok is such a precise adjective to describe my feelings of satisfaction in a split second.

Shit already lo

When you are in a dire situation and saying fml isn’t enough to explain your shitty feelings. Shit already lo.


I don’t exactly miss those Kiasus in Singapore who rush to the train station like the world is coming to an end… (although with my I-hate-to-lose attitude now, I guess you can also consider me as one of those kiasus..) but I miss laughing to my friends about being naturally kiasu… It’s like when no one really understands what it means when you say, “why you so Kiasu” here.

3. Popular Bookstore


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I remember fondly how I’d spend hours in that bookstore, contemplating on which colour pens I should get, looking at the number of story books I could purchase with my limited amount of allowance or all the assignment books I had to get for O Level, PSLE…and the other list of craps I had to get for school. Oh those days… little did I know that those days are the best days.

4. Popiah

I cannot believe I have survived 1.5 years without a plate of popiah.


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5. East Coast Park



A stretch of seafront park where I’d bike, take a walk alone and just relax. The beautiful park reminds me of my childhood days, the people I’d encounter, and the scrumptious food I’d indulge . The park is also where I first learnt to bike and where my friends and I would have a barbecue…Being at the park makes me feel like not a single thing has changed. It is as though time has come to a halt.


Counting down to my next vacation……

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