Up until yesterday’s STOMPgate revelation, our Kai had a bright future as a STOMP Content Producer.
A few weeks back, he had put on his helmet and taken his kick-scooter to the corridor in our apartment and carefully placed it on the floor before lying next to it and calling out for his Mama’s help because he had “fallen down”.
He was busted because he didn’t see his Mama following the action right behind him.
The lasting impression I got from Saturday’s Singapore Memory Project Food
Trail was the passion of the local food vendors we visited.
Stories of craftsmanship being passed down from generation to generation are becoming scarce in this increasingly mall and condo dominated city, and the video clips we shot of the food and their makers (and eaters) contain a few of these stories, and will be ready for viewing soon.
In the meantime, do contribute your own stories about our culinary heritage online, or at the Singapore Memory Portal (there’s an app for that too). Use the hashtag #sgmemory if you’re posting on twitter so others can see what you’re sharing easily.
She gets our vote on a personal note because she and her husband were instrumental in turning our lives towards green-consciousness. About 90% of all of Kai’s baby things were given by her so that we’d start this cycle of virtuousness with our new family. The 10% that we didn’t get from her had already been given to another couple starting a new family when we told them we were having Kai. We’ve since passed on Kai’s stuff that we don’t use any more, so friends/acquaintances/friends of friends don’t have to buy brand new things when hand me downs will do.
As the founder of Greenkampong.com, Nadya has been teaching us that every small action counts, so if your intentions are good and green, those little acts of influence will go some way when they are all aggregated.
So this Monday morning, do a few things: Vote for Nadya, and then when you go out and buy something that you can put in your own bag, tell the cashier, “no, I don’t need a carrier” (and it’s silly to put a little thing in a little plastic carrier which you put into your handbag anyway).
I was so angry a couple of nights ago when I saw a tweet that read, “on the bus home filled with pinoys, argh!” So I asked what it was about pinoys that offended the twit(terer) and he said “they are loud and rude”. At no point did he even consider the fact that what he had written might have been racist and offensive.
A couple of hours later, I read another person’s tweet lamenting that as an ethnic Indian, the rental market in Singapore looks like this: “”sorry, no Indians”, “Non-Indians only”, “Indians not allowed by owner/landlord”.”
This led to a couple of heated discussions at work and home about it, and while many of us agree (and forgive the fact) that many in our parents’ generation are still unapologetically racist, it is really disturbing to note that there are many of our generation and younger who think it is perfectly alright to discriminate based on the color of one’s skin or country of birth/origin.
So please, stop and think, especially if you’re Singaporean.